Kieran’s POV
I was intently watching Kyra lying on the sun lounger. She was wearing sunglasses, but from the angle where I sat, I could see her eyes. They looked empty and sad. She was always aggressive whenever I tried to talk to her about forgiveness, but her eyes always told a different story. They were lifeless and angry.
"Alpha, the doctor isn’t finished yet..."
I clenched my jaw and ignored my n who tried to stop . The wound at my side throbbed painfully, but physical pain was nothing compared to watching Kyra suffer. I pulled myself up, enduring the ache as I decided to approach her.
I stood next to her chair and looked at her face. She looked angry, but she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was under the shade of an umbrella, but the sun was still so hot her skin might get burned.
"I can put so sunblock on you," I said as I glanced at the bottle beside her.
She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed her orange juice and sipped it, not throwing a single glance at . She completely ignored . Like the wind, easy to ignore when calm, but noticed when fierce.
I felt a familiar rage building inside , the sa one that had been my companion since I was young. Since the day my mother died at the hands of Kyra’s father. Since the day I realized I had to beco powerful to protect everything I wanted.
But then I looked at Kyra again, and the rage faded.
I t her first, before Nathan did. She was just a little girl then, curiously watching when Alpha Darian brought back. From that day on, she beca my little shadow, always calling "brother."
But I was a rogue from the bottom of society, raised in violence, while she was their pure, cherished princess. We were never ant to cross paths. Sotis I would stand in the shadows of the mansion, watching Kyra through the windows, wondering what it would feel like to touch sothing so pure.
But Nathan shattered my dreams. That day, watching Kyra in that white wedding dress, walking toward Nathan. He was born with everything I craved—family, wealth, status, a pack. He even had my Kyra. If I had been born with Nathan’s status, Kyra would have been mine from the start. I rembered watching it all with burning rage, plotting, swearing that one day I would take everything he had.
One of my warriors brought another sun lounger for , and as soon as I sat on it, Kyra pulled herself up and walked toward the sea.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hands clenched to fists. None of this should have happened this way. I had taken her father’s pack, beco an Alpha strong enough to challenge anyone. I thought then I could make her see the truth, make her understand we belonged together. The feelings between us were real, even if she tried to bury them underneath hatred.
I felt miserable too. Keeping her here while she treated like this wasn’t easy. I wanted to make up for my mistakes. I wanted to earn her trust again. I fucking wanted to be with her again because those months with her...
Those months when she finally started to trust , to care for ... God, I felt alive again. Not the monster I’d beco clawing my way up through the rogue ranks. Not the ruthless Alpha who’d do anything for power. Just a man who’d finally found sothing worth living for beyond revenge.
Sotis I wished the world held only Kyra and . Without Nathan, without packs, without all the inheritance and companies and blood feuds. Just us, hidden away where no one could find us. Then I’d make her love . I knew I would.
I looked at the sea and watched her swimming. I stayed for almost fifteen minutes but she didn’t co back. I guessed she wouldn’t leave the water if I stayed here. So I decided to leave. As I walked away, I looked back and saw her walking toward the sun lounger.
A bitter smile crept across my lips. I would never give up even if you did this every day, Kyra. Never!
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Kyra’s POV
I decided to cook, unable to bear the sadness and boredom. I had to scare off the chef who tried to stop . I was alone here in the kitchen and while I was cutting so at, I thought of my daughter again.
Swallowing hard, I tried to get her off my mind. I was so worried about her. I was dying to see her again. I didn’t think I would last a week without seeing my daughter. I’d go crazy.
I continued cutting the at until I accidentally cut myself because I was distracted and frustrated with everything happening in my life.
"Kyra!"
Tears stread down my face, not because of the pain of the wound but because I couldn’t bear the sadness and anger anymore.
Kieran held my hand and tried to pull toward the sink to wash my injury when I angrily pushed him away and glared at him.
He shook his head as his eyes softened and darted at my bleeding finger. "You’re bleeding..."
I walked to the sink and washed my finger. The bleeding hadn’t stopped yet but I didn’t care. This blood was nothing compared to the hellish life I’d been through.
"Kyra, let help you—"
"I don’t need your help," I growled at him, shooting cold glares. Sylvia was restless inside , her rage matching mine.
He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "The bleeding won’t stop—"
"I can see it," I cut him off again. "I’m not blind."
"I’ll just get the first aid—"
"I SAID I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!"
He wasn’t shocked but he froze in place because of my shout. He looked at , pain visible in his eyes, but I just looked at him coldly.
I turned my back on him and angrily grabbed the first aid box. I sat on the stool and opened it, but he attempted to help so I stood up and tried to leave, when he imdiately stepped back, raising his arms.
"I-I won’t... interfere anymore."
I gritted my teeth and sat on the stool again. I cleaned the wound and put on a plaster before putting the first aid box back. I proceeded with what I was doing before I hurt my finger. Kieran didn’t leave but stood at the kitchen entrance, watching intently.
"I-I never intended to hurt you..."
I didn’t move. I didn’t care. He had hurt and I wouldn’t forgive him.
"I admit I wanted to use you, but my feelings for you grew... I refuse to use you anymore. I want you... to love ... and see as a man you can trust... because you made realize so many things in life. You made feel loved. You taught how love really works..."
I opened the refrigerator and grabbed so vegetables.
"I-I don’t want to hurt you, Kyra. God knows..."
I angrily dropped the knife and held onto the counter. A sarcastic smile spread across my lips as I stared at the vegetables in front of .
"God...knows?"
Slowly, I lifted my face and looked him in the eyes. "You still think you have the right to say that word after what you’ve done?"
He looked down, guilty. "I want a second chance... with you."
"You want a second chance? Guess what? You don’t deserve a second chance."
He looked at again. His eyes were begging. I didn’t care. Even if he cried blood, I wouldn’t care. If he wanted a second chance, he could have done it without taking away from the person I dearly loved. He separated from my daughter and now wants a second chance?
"What do I need to do to deserve it?"
I looked down and started cutting the vegetables, ignoring him again. I felt him walking towards , but I didn’t throw him a single glance.
"Tell what I should do, Kyra. Tell how I can make you forgive . Tell how I can make you love again..."
The desperation in his voice was obvious. I wanted to forgive, too. I didn’t want to live in hatred either. I badly wanted to just forget everything that happened, but my heart couldn’t let it go. I was heavily wounded and I couldn’t forget the fear, the desperation and the pain that night I ran away from him... for my baby’s life.
The sacrifices, the hard life I’d been through... hiding from him. I couldn’t forget it. It was carved in my heart and couldn’t be erased.
"Kyra, tell what I should do..."
I put the knife down and looked at him coldly. "You said you would die for if that’s what it takes? Then die. Who knows? I might forgive you if you die."
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