Kiara Kingsley had learned how to disappear.

Exile taught her that—how to keep her head down, bury claws beneath skin, how to pass as human, how to raise a child in a world that would never understand what he truly was. 

For years, she believed she had succeeded. The past stayed silent. The pack stayed away. And her little Mat grew, blissfully unaware of the blood humming in his veins.

Until the night he vanished.

The hamlet spiraled into panic - questions,sirens,fear. But Kiara felt none of it. 

The air carried their scent.She knew exactly who had taken her little Mat. And she knew what it would cost to get him back.

Returning meant facing Caspian Silverheart—her Alpha mate, the one man she never learned how to hate. The same man who had stood frozen and shattered as his father pronounced her banishment, sealing her fate before their entire pack. Kiara never blamed Caspian. Some sins were too heavy to share, and she had carried hers alone.

To bring Mat back, Kiara knew she must return beyond the veil and face the one truth she had spent years avoiding. Some betrayals were written into fate long before love ever had a choice.

Crossing the veil, Kiara expected judgment, hatred, and the ghosts of everything she had destroyed. What she did not expect was a world she no longer recognized. The pack she left behind had been reshaped. Power had shifted. Familiar laws felt dangerously flexible. And the silence surrounding her little boy’s disappearance was far too deliberate to be accidental.

As old bonds resurfaced and buried truths began to stir, Kiara realized her exile may never have been about punishment.

It may have been about erasure. And the laws governing blood, lineage, and power now circled dangerously close to Mat as well. 

Because Mat was not just her little boy.

He was a convergence…of bloodlines, of broken oaths, of a future the pack was never meant to unlock.

Now that she had returned, the lies holding their worlds together were beginning to fracture.
(**spoiler alert - The story involves several supernatural myths, lores and creatures apart from the wolves themselves.This might not be a typical reverse harem story but might contain elements of it. Certain subplots might contain elements/mention of r*pe.Readers discretion  suggested. Happy reading to all of you, hope you have a blast reading this baby!)

"He isn't mine… Ki… He isn't mine…" 


I didn't even recognize my own voice. It sounded scraped raw. Like something had clawed its way up my throat but could not get out. 


I couldn't blink.Couldn't breathe properly either.


My eyes were glued to the boy hanging there in poisoned silver like some sick fucking offering. My heart was pounding so loud it felt like it was trying to break out of my ribs—


Like we were wired to the same damn pulse.


Same jaw. Same brow. Same stubborn tilt of the chin that many people hated - like the world could go to hell and he'd still stand there defying it. Atta boy! He looked so strong even when he was so vulnerable. 


Even the way he held himself—hurt but not bent—felt like looking into a mirror that had grown up too fast.


My wolf was pacing inside me, agitated.Even he was confused.


Chapter 24 - Why??!!