Third Person's Point Of View:

The private den was thick with the scent of expensive liquor and casual indulgence. The second of the triplets, Senan sat back deep in the leather armchair across the room, boots kicked up onto the corner of the low table, a crystal tumbler of whiskey balanced loosely in his palm. A lazy, arrogant smirk played on his lips as he watched the scene unfolding on the sofa opposite him.

The youngest triple Rian was sprawled across the cushions, head tilted back against the dark leather, a smug, hooded look in his eyes. On the floor beside him, a bone deep naked, Neena, a lower-tier pack she wolf, desperate to keep both Beta brothers amused, knelt down in front of him without a shred of clothes on her naked body. Her long fingers buried inside his unbuttoned waistband. Her rhythm was practiced and steady, hanging on every low exhale that slipped past Rian's lips while Senan silently graded the performance from across the room with dry amusement.

It was just another bored afternoon for the triplets, ruthless, untouchable, and completely in control of the pack hierarchy beneath them.

While giving Senan a hand job, Neena who knew that the triplets are the future Beta, Gamma and Delta of the pack who are already thirty and still haven't found their mate, knew that the chances of them finding their mate was very slim which opened the opportunity for other wolves, and so wanted to have all three triplets to herself, looked back at s snug Seban and have him a naughty wink while seductive chewing on her lips, calling him towards her with her another free hands finger.

Seeing this, Senan smirked devilishly, knowing what she is trying to do and where it would lead very well but still wanting to play on it, to have his share of fun. Gulping down his liquor in one single sip, he shot up from the sofa and walked towards the naked she wolf with predatory steps. His dark intimidating eyes filled with hunger and lust which sent shivers down her spine and made her gulp down her saliva nervously but she was already on it and wasn't willing to back down.

Seeing this Rian chuckled darkly and taking out her hand from his waistband, he opened his zip fully and slowly pulled down his denim jeans along with his underwear, revealing his full length which made Meena's eyes go wide at the sight. She had been giving him a hand job just now and felt how big he was but now that she saw it with her own eyes, her eyes went wide in surprise and her heart hammered against her chest wildly.

Before she could even react she felt Sedan's massive form towering her small body and next she knew, Sedan harshly grabbed her through the back of her hairs and smashed his cold lips on her soft warm ones, kissing her wildly, making her moan loudly. She buckled her knees, clenching them together, feeling wet from just the kiss. Soon her loud moans turned into small whimpers as Sedan bit and sucked on her lips until they bled but he didn't show any mercy while Rian grabbed her big boobs from back and started playing with them, twitching and pinching them before squeezing them hard making her whimpers but he didn't stop and continued to fondle and knead them roughly.

As if it was not enough Sedan grabbed her from her throat and squeezed, making her choke while Senan continued to kiss her hungrily before letting go of her. Rian also let go of her breasts with a smug smirk. Neena was left panting heavily, gasping for air but before she could recover, Senan’s deep, cold husky dominating voice fell on her ears as he ordered her sternly while staring down at her intensely with dark hungry, lustful eyes.

“Get on your fours! I want you in Doggy Position!”

He demanded before bringing his palm down at her naked milky white butts with a stinging force as he slipped her butts hard.

‘Smack’

The loud crisp noise of the spank echoed in the room and made Neena wince in pain which made Rain feel around, his kinks coming alive as he ordered her in a heavy, husky, deep desire filled voice filled with authority while looking at her darkly with intimidating eyes showing pure lust and hunger.

“Raise your round, perky butts high in the air.”

He ordered and without a question Neena obeyed. She raised her hips in the air and bent her waist, streak them out which made Seban lick his lips. His heavy palms again came down heavily, slapping against her round butts cheeks.

Spank. Spank.

The loud crispy sound of hard slaps echoed in the room while Nenna cried out in pain of the punishing spanks which made her naked milky white butts turn red. As if it was not humiliating enough for the usually high and mighty Neena who bullies the week she wolves of pack, Rian pushed her further by ordering in a snug voice while looking at her with dark evil look in his enchanting voice, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he commanded.

“Now, jungle your seductive little ass like a bitch you are!”

He demanded. Hearing his order, a hesitant Neena bit her bottom lips and swallowed hard, feeling reluctant only to wince the very next second as three hard slaps landed on her butt.

Spank. Spank. Spank.

The crisp sound of hitting of palm against her delicate butts cheeks echoes in the room mixed with the painful cry of Neena as Rian delivered three very hard slaps on her ass, spanking the living day light out of her.

Not wanting another round of spanking punishment, Nenna quickly obeyed and moved her hips, jungling her raised butts in the air left and right making Senan chuckle darkly while Rian smirked in content.

Grabbing her butt cheek in a hard, punishing grip, Seban kneaded it saying…

“Say, who I am, little bitch!”

He demanded… Hearing it, a trained Neena who knew what she needed to do very well as she was a learned she-wolf with experience, quickly said without wasting a further second in thinking anything else….

“Daddy!”

She muttered and another crisp sound echoed in the room as Senan spanked her ass hard before rubbing it making her cry out in pain and pleasure.

Slowly removing his jacket he threw it on the sofa before taking off his belt in an agonisingly slow motion. Clasping the same belt around her neck, he held the another free end of the belt and pulled it back harshly, making her head ache back before opening his zip and Pulling down his pants along with his underwear, to reveal a very huge ass monstrous hard as rich dick of his which made Meena's eyes go wide in shock…

Bringing his hard monstrous dick to her hole, he rubbed it against her clit, making her moan before asking in a husky dark voice…

“Now say, Daddy please fuck my pussy hard!”

He demanded as he rubbed his hard dick against her hole and a greedy Neena quickly obeyed by saying in a lewd hungry voice while looking at him with dark desire filled eyes…

“Please fuck my pussy hard Daddy!”

She begged and Seban chuckled as he aimed his dick against her anal hole before saying…

“Sure bitch!”

Saying this, without any further delay, Senan moved his hips and drove his huge monstrous dick straight in her anal hole fully, in one single thrust, he thrust in his dick in her anal hole without prepping it or using even a drop of lubricant, tearing through her hole raw, making her shriek out aloud.

“Ahhh!”

He didn't even give her time to adjust to his length before he started moving. The pain of penetration was still fresh and Neena was still recovering from it when Senan pulled out of her hole with a pop only to thrust in fully with force, inserting his full length inside her hole, making her body shake. He didn't bother with slow adjusting thrusts, he slammed inside her with full force, thrusting in and out of her hole mercilessly at an animalistic pace making her whimper.

As if it was not enough Rian grabbed her through her hairs, making her look at him while wincing in pain, before suddenly showing his hard length inside her mouth with full force, entering her throat at once, saying…

“Take it! And suck it, bitch!”

He muttered as he thrusted in his hard rock dick inside her mouth, penetrating till her throat, choking her on her saliva. Without giving her the time to collect herself, he started thrusting in and out of her throat at an animalistic pace. Neena's eyes rolled back in her skull due to the pain and pleasure of double penetration but as if it was not enough, Seban thrust in his two thick ass long finger inside her pussy raw without any drop of a lubricant, while continuing his animalistic, merciless thrusting of his dick in her anal hole… Without giving her brain the time to process, he started thrusting his long thick ass fingers in and out of her pussy at a fast animalistic pace, digging in her three holes at the same time mercilessly.

Digging in her pussy, fucking her mind as driving her hold for more than half hour, Senan and Rian were still no where near their climax and were about to change the position that's when, the sharp, heavy vibration of a phone buzzed against the marble table right next to them.

Senan glanced down at the flashing mobile areen without breaking the rhythm of his hard thrusts only to find the screen lit up with Siden’s name.

Seeing it he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes boringly.

’tsk’

“It's Siden.”

He revealed. Hearing it, Rian frown without breaking his thrusts as he continued to fuck Neena’s mouth with his dick before saying non chalantly.

"Tell him to call back latter "

Rian muttered plundering in his dick in Neena's licking mouth, his eyes half-closed, fingers loosely tangled in Neena's hair to keep her moving.

"Unless the border's on fire, I’m busy."

He muttered. Taking out his fingers from the site licking pussy of Neena and his dick from her swollen red anal hole with a ‘plop’ sound he grabbed a few tissue papers from the glass table and wiped his hand clear before reaching over, and grabbing up the phone. He picked up the call and answered with a drawl.

"You better have a damn good reason for interrupting, brother."

He groaned on the phone only to hear a rumbling growl from the other side when made him draw the phone back, away from his ears while muttering.

“Woh woh easy bro…”

He muttered chit chattingly, before bringing the phone near his ear again, only to hear the old husky voice of his brother sound from the opposite side of the call.

"Put it on speaker. Right now!"

Siden’s voice cut through the receiver, dead serious and devoid of any humor. Hearing the serious tone, Senan’s smirk faltered slightly. Gone was his playful mood after sensing the edge in Siden’s tone. He hit the speaker button and tossed the phone onto the coffee table between them as he started wearing his clothes, getting ready for whatever emergency they were in.

"What's the emergency?"

Senan asked while pulling up his pants. Hearing his words Rian also pulled out of Nenna and shoved her away by the shoulder with enough force that she tumbled back onto the rug, gasping in shock as the sudden rejection caught her completely off guard.

He cleaned himself with a tissue paper before throwing on his pants and zipping them, as he walked towards the coffee table with a serious expression.

"Dad called."

Siden said, his voice flat, hard, and laced with sudden gravity.

"Mom’s gone. The cancer took her this morning."

He revealed. The room seemed to drop ten degrees in a fraction of a second as soon as the words fell.

Rian’s legs instantly froze. His eyes snapped wide open, all the lazy pleasure wiped clean from his face as if he’d been hit with a bucket of ice water. He threw the used tissue away and walked to the table before picking up the phone as he muttered with shock and disbelief.

"What did you just say?"

Rian snapped while Senan straightened up and fastened his jeans in one violent motion only to hear Siren roar through the phone.

"Get your gear together."

Siden ordered over the line, the heavy sound of a truck engine rumbling in the background as he continued to drive towards their private pent house while talking on phone.

"Dad has already left to make the arrangements at the pack border, I am pulling the car up front. We're leaving to bring Sierra home."

He revealed.

Sierra.

The name hung in the air like a lightning strike.

Senan who had grabbed a glass and put himself a drink, didn't even realize his grip had tightened until the crystal tumbler shattered in his palm, dark amber whiskey spilling over his knuckles and onto the rug. He didn't flinch.

Eight years. Eight years since their mother had left to get treated for her disease, taking their tiny, fragile, baby sister with her, away to a quiet sanctuary town to keep her safe from the violence of the Blood Moon pack. Eight years of their dad keeping them at a distance so the hidden dangers of the wolf world wouldn't reach her and break their baby sister who didn't have a beast to protect herself.

Rian was still lost in the lane of memories but Senan's shocked tell broke his reverence and brought him back to reality as he was the first one to compose himself and react.

"She’s coming back here?"

Senan’s voice dropped to a lethal rasp, his inner wolf surging with violent, long-buried protectiveness.

"After mother, she is left alone! She is a minor and has no relatives from mothers human family left out there to take care of her. Even if there is, we are her brothers and this is her home. This is where she belongs. "

Siden replied before the call clicked dead.

Neena who couldn't even collect her battered body without wincing, scrambled to her knees with trembling legs while cursing this two beasts inside her heart, knowing she won't be able to seat without wincing due to her battered swollen ass let alone walk straight for days without limping, all thanks to this two monsters. But still, with the help of a nearby sofa, she sat on her knees, on the rug wincing, her misty eyes wide with terror as she looked between the two towering brothers, suffocating under the sudden, suffocating surge of Alpha-level authority rolling off them.

"Daddy… What's going on? Who is…"

Before she could even finish her sentence, her lewd tone was cut off by a loud growl of an impatient Rian.

"Get the hell out."

Rian snarled without looking at her, already grabbing his heavy jacket from the back of the sofa.

Senan wiped the whiskey and stray glass shards from his hand onto a tissue, kicking the lounge door open with a brutal thud.

Their little sister was finally returning, and the two of them were going to tear apart anyone who dared make her feel weak again.

Third Person's Point Of View:

Same Day SomeWhere Else :

The heavy pouring of rain had turned The Hollows cemetery soil into thick, dark mud, matching the heavy sky overhead the city A.

A 16 year old Sierra stood near the edge of the open grave of her late mother Sienna, who was her entire world, whom she loved the most. Today she had lost the only family she had. Trying to cope up with the loss, a grief-stricken she was here to say a final goodbye to the woman who taught her everything, who was not only her mother but her best friend, her mentor, her secret keeper, her safe haven, her shield. Drenched in rain, her small frame was trembling under her wet black coat. The weight of the moment was too much to bear, and her weak wobbly knees finally gave out under the crushing silence.

But before her knees could collide with the ground, two strong arms quickly wrapped around her tiny waste and caught her on time, saving her from falling. Those arms helped her stand back on her legs and supported her from her waist so she wouldn't fall. Instinctively, she leaned sideways, pressing her wet, tear-stained face into the shoulder of the owner of those strong arms, Noah, her sweet next-door neighbor, a charming guy who had grown up alongside her, the one person whose gentle presence didn't feel like a pressure cooker. It was Noah who had quickly brought his car without a question when her mother collapsed and took them to hospital. When no one was there for her, it was Noah who stood by her side in the most difficult time of her life like a true brother and provided her the most needed support, taking care of her mother in the hospital during her last breath before she left this world.

Seeing her crying, he immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulder and hugged her filly, resting his cheek against her hair, murmuring soft, quiet words of comfort.

“Don't worry Sierra, you are not alone in this world! You still have me! Don't cry please, aunt Sienna, won't want to see you sad. She is still there watching over you, from the heavens!”

He was consoling her as she broke into loud sobs when the priest and other men started burying the coffin of her deceased mother into the grave, but suddenly their hands froze and everyone halted in their actions as that's when they all heard a, low and unmistakable, deep rumble resonating through the chill air.

It wasn't thunder. It was a low, protective growl, the sound of sheer, unadulterated panic. It made everyone look around to find the source of the animalistic sound and take a sigh of relief when they found none and go back to what they were doing but unlike the humans who were unaware of the existence of supernaturals, Sierra was someone who had lived the life of the daughter of a beta, she had been born and spent 8 years of her life in a pack of werewolves and knew that sound better than anyone.

Hearing the familiar growl, Sierra quickly lifted her head from Noah's shoulder, her watery, striking blue eyes turning toward the sound which made Noah frowned and he followed her gaze only for his frown to deepen.

Standing a few paces away from them, in a rigid wall of dark wool coat fabrics were four imposing figures. One of the figures had gray hair but his muscular, well built body didn't let him look over 40, it was her father Raiden, the Beta of the most powerful pack of the country, The Blue Moon Pack and beside him stood three massive, build guys with eye-catching features.

Even though the three men had different faces, the resemblance in their aura, and body language was screaming that they were triplets with the same height and body, their blue eyes resembling hers. They were none other than her three older brothers who are 11 years older than him. The eldest Siden, the youngest Rian and the second eldest Senan.

To the rest of the world, these four men were absolute monoliths, stoic, untouchable, and emotionally impenetrable, mysterious imposing, dominant figures. But right now, their faces were a chaotic mix of heartbreak, jealousy, and sheer helplessness.

Siden, the eldest by minutes, had his jaw clenched so tight a nerve twitched beneath his skin. Rian’s hands were stuffed deep into his pockets, his broad shoulders rigid as an iron beam as he stared a hole through Noah’s arm which was still wrapped around his little baby sister's shoulder. While an impatient, reckless Senan took an immediate step forward, his dark eyes wide and aching, looking like he wanted to physically pull his baby sister away from Noah and bundle her into his own arms, yet he hesitated, terrified that pushing too hard would make her recoil.

Behind them, their father Raiden, who had just lost his mate, the love of his life, stood silent grief stricken, with his cold lips pressed into a thin, white line, his cold hand resting heavily on Senan’s shoulder, holding his son back while bearing his own crushing sorrow and holding back the urge to run to his little daughter and hide her in his safe, protective embrace.

They were seeing her after 8 years. She hadn't changed much. They could find her in a crowd of thousands at a single glance. They had recognised her, the moment they got down from their car and their eyes landed on her. She was built like fine porcelain in a room full of iron. She had their mother’s soft, heart-shaped face and dark, cascading waves, but it was her eyes that made people freeze, striking, luminous blue eyes that were far too bright for the dark coat she wore.

If she stood between her three giant brothers, she would look so small, like a little rabbit, their light squeeze would be enough to break her, which instantly developed an urge in their heart to protect her with all their might.

They were a group of emotionally constipated men who had never learned how to speak the language of feelings.

When Sierra was little, they didn't know how to express their love to her with words, so they bought her every toy she glanced at, every candy she ate twice and carried her everywhere so her tiny feets wouldn't touch the dirt.

When Sienna was diagnosed with cancer eight years ago and Raiden choose his responsibility as the Beta of the Blue Moon Pack, leaving his mate to live alone in the human world to fed for herself while suffering from cancer, leaving her all alone as she went through the treatment, fighting the disease for her life, an eight year old Sierra chose to be with her mother unlike her three brothers who chooses to stay with their father and get trained as the future Beta, Gamma, and Delta of the Blood Moon Pack.

Disappointed with their choice, she had silently walked away from them 8 years ago, taking a piece of their souls with her. From then on she never talked to them again, never attended their calls, never went to visit them on festivals or stayed with them during summer holidays. She became estranged with them, what hurted her the most was, even though they tried to call her many times, none of them came to visit her ever. They wanted her to stay with them but they hadn't known how to ask her to stay, and they knew she was too small to live with them, leaving their mom who needed treatment which can't be delayed and could only be treated in the human world. So they could do nothing but let her leave who was determined to be with her mother, seeing her leave they had just bawled like broken children behind closed doors after she left.

Now, seeing another man, even a trusted neighbor, offering her the comfort they so desperately wished they knew how to give felt like a blade twisting in their chests.

Noah subtly cleared his throat, sensing the sudden drop in temperature, and gently patted her shoulder before taking a polite step back.

Left standing alone in the rain, Sierra felt the immediate shift. The four giant men moved in a silent, synchronized wave. Siden immediately took a step closer to shield her from the biting wind with his broad frame. Rian reached into his coat, pulling out a clean, pressed handkerchief with stiff, trembling fingers, extending it toward her awkwardly without meeting her eyes. Senan just stared down at her blue eyes, their mother’s eyes, his own glistening with unshed tears he was too proud to let fall.

They wanted so badly to wrap her into a bone crushing hug, to tell her they were sorry, to tell her they missed her every single day. But instead, they just stood there like giant, silent guardians ready to protect her from every danger, protect her happiness from every grief like a shield, completely out of their depth, praying she could feel the love they didn't know how to express, the feeling they didn't know how to put into words.

As soon as their eyes met, Sierra immediately looked away. But her brothers didn’t miss the flash of raw hatred and deep disgust lingering in her icy blue gaze, a look that struck each of them like a silent physical blow, tearing through their stoic composure.

Pain flared behind their eyes, but they forced it down instantly. Years of training and pack leadership made masking their emotions second nature. Within a fraction of a second, their expressions smoothed back into unreadable, stony masks, hiding the sharp sting of her rejection.

Siden, the eldest, stepped forward first.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and dark-browed, he moved with a slow, heavy deliberation. Without uttering a single word, he raised a large black umbrella, stepping into the mud to hold it squarely over Sierra’s head.

The pouring rain hammered against the taut fabric above her, but not a single drop touched her fragile frame. He knew how easily the biting, wet chill could make her frail body fall sick, and the instinct to shield her body from the elements was as natural to him as breathing.

Beside him, Rian stepped up, his towering presence exuding a quiet, suffocating authority. He turned his intense gaze toward Noah, the heavy air around them shifting instantly with the weight of his dominant aura as he spoke in his cold, yet husky deep dominating voice.

"Thank you for your help! We are grateful to you for staying with our little baby sister, in our absence!"

Rian said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cut through the sound of the storm. He stretched out the word sister, heavy and deliberate, marking an unshakeable boundary.

"Now that her brothers are here, you aren't needed anymore. We can take care of her from here on."

Noah felt the sheer pressure of Rian's dominating aura pressing down on his mental defence. Recognizing the silent warning and knowing better than to challenge three protective brothers, Noah offered a polite, understanding nod.

"Of course!"

He murmured softly, gently letting go of Sierra's arm before taking a cautious step back into the crowd.

Before, a wide eyed, surprised Sierra could drift away, Rian’s large, warm hand closed around her shoulder, pulling her gently against his side to support her weight.

A wave of panic and uncomfortable feeling rippled through Sierra at the sudden contact, her breath catching in her throat. For a split second, every muscle in her body went rigid. She wanted to pull away, to push his hand off, but she held herself back. She knew it was useless. Her small, exhausted human strength was nothing against his massive, overwhelming werewolf power, trying to fight him here would be like trying to push against a mountain.

Not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone at her mother's sacred burial moment, Sierra swallowed the bitter words rising in her chest and remained completely silent. She stood frozen beside her giant brothers, her lips pressed into a thin line, staring ahead through a blur of unshed tears as the cold dirt fell over her mother’s resting place.

Sierra closed her eyes slowly, letting the cold air wash over her pale, flushed red, tear stricken face. As the heavy silence of the cemetery weighed down around them, a lone, hot tear broke free from the corner of her eye, tracing a quiet path down her cheek before dropping into the mud below.

Behind her closed eyelids, a memory from her childhood flashed with painful clarity.

She was nine years old again, standing near the edge of the playground, her heart shrinking under the cruel laughter of the other children of her age.

“Where’s your father? You don’t even have a dad!”

They had taunted her again and again, pointing fingers at her and pushing her back into the shadows.

She remembered running home with her chest heaving, tears blurring her vision until her mother, Sienna, had gathered her into her warm arms.

Her mother hadn't let her drown in that sadness. Instead, she had carried a sobbing, young Sierra into the kitchen before setting her on a counter and tying an oversized apron around her small waist, and together they had baked a sweet, warm cake from scratch, replacing her bitter tears with the smell of vanilla and gentle laughter.

Another memory rushed in, unbidden and sharp.

She remembered the aching loneliness of those early years, how the other kids would pull their hands away, refusing to let her even touch them as if she is some kind of disease, a plague, looking at her with disgust as if she is trash or an insect, whenever she wanted to join their games, calling her dirty blood, whispering that she was dirty and strange.

She had sat on the porch, hugging her knees, feeling utterly unwanted until her mother sat down beside her. Sienna had gently cupped her tiny face, brushing the hair from her forehead with an affectionate smile.

“What they say is meaningless, my sweet baby girl!”

Her mother had whispered soft and steady, pulling her into a tight, comforting embrace.

“You are not dirty blood, you are special. Never let their filthy words make you forget who you are. You are the daughter of Beta Raiden. You have a father, and three very loving brothers so what if they are away from you, they still love you and care for you and feel I'll always do so don't take their words to heart. Don't pay attention to them.”

And then came the memory of being ten years old on a bright afternoon, the sun shining warm against her skin.

She had been wobbling uncertainly on a small bicycle, her fingers white-knuckled around the handlebars, terrified of falling. But right behind her, running along the dirt path with a steady hand on the back of the seat, was her mother Sienna laughing, encouraging her with every breath, calling out…

“Keep going, Sierra! You’re doing it! I’ve got you!”

Third Person's Point Of View:

“Keep going, Sierra! You’re doing it! I’ve got you!”

Opening her eyes to the harsh, gray reality of the graveyard, the warmth of those memories vanished, replaced by the crushing truth that the only person who had ever truly made her feel safe was now lying beneath the cold, wet earth.

Everyone slowly began to leave, the crowd thinning until the cemetery grew eerily quiet. The heavy downpour finally tapered off, leaving behind a cold, damp stillness. Yet, Sierra remained right where she was, standing frozen like a statue. Beside her, her brothers and father stood as an unwavering wall, refusing to move an inch from her side.

Gently slipping out from under Rian’s protective arm, Sierra didn't say a word. She took a few wobbly, unsteady steps toward her mother’s fresh grave before her strength completely gave out, and she collapsed onto the wet dirt.

Pressing her cheek against the cold earth covering her mother, the floodgates broke. She wept hysterically, her chest heaving as she sobbed into the ground.

"Why did you leave me?"

She cried out, her raw voice trembling with grief.

"How am I supposed to live without you? Please, Mum..."

As her tears fell into the mud, a painful memory from the hospital room flooded her mind. She remembered her mother’s pale, weak face, still holding that soft, loving smile as she looked up at Sierra.

"Live a good, happy life, my sweet baby girl!"

Her mother had whispered softly, her thumb gently brushing Sierra's knuckles.

"Focus on your dreams..."

Then, her mother’s warm hand had slipped uselessly out of Sierra's grip, and the last breath of life left her body, leaving behind a deafening silence.

As Sierra sobbed on the grave, a heavy, warm hand settled gently onto her shoulder.

"You still have us..."

Her father, Raiden, said, his usually firm voice thick with choked emotion.

"Dada is with you."

The moment his skin made contact, Sierra recoiled violently, shoving his hand away with every bit of strength she had left.

"Don't touch me!"

She spat out, her voice trembling with raw pain and anger. She glaring up at him through tear-blurred eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Siden, her eldest brother, took a step closer, his eyes aching with unspoken heartbreak as he looked down at his crying little sister. His voice was thick, desperate to reach her.

"We are here to take you back home."

Hearing the word leave his mouth, Sierra let out a bitter, lifeless chuckle, fresh tears spilling over her wet cheeks.

"Home?"

She asked, her tone dripping with venom and sorrow.

"Which home are you talking about? My home is where I lived with my mother! I am not going anywhere, leaving my home.”

She declared stubbornly while glaring at them with determination filled eyes. Hearing it, her four brothers frowned with displeasure while her panicked father, Raiden, took a slow, heavy step forward, the wet mud squelching beneath his leather boots. His tall, broad frame bent slightly as he tried to soften his harsh, weathered face, his dark eyes brimming with a desperate, rare vulnerability as he tried to make her understand.

"Sierra, please!"

Her father, Raisen said, his voice thick with a choked, heavy plea that rasped in his throat.

"You can't live alone. It's not safe, and you are far too young to be on your own in a cold house."

He tried to convince her but a stubborn Sierra refused to buy any of it.

"I won't come with you, no matter what!”

Sierra shot back instantly, her voice cutting through the damp chill as she pushed herself up from the damp ground with shaking hands. Her icy blue eyes burned through the gloom of the graveyard, fixing like cold daggers on the three massive men standing in a silent row behind him.

"None of you."

Her brother, the youngest of the triplets, Rian took a sudden step into her personal space. His broad shoulders squared, his jaw twitching violently as a thick muscle clenched beneath his skin. He looked down at her fragile, mud-stained frame, his voice laced with a volatile mixture of wounded heart, deep hurt, and rigid, instinctual anger upon his little sister's rejection at even recognising them as brothers.

"We are your brothers, Sierra!"

He said, his desperate eyes searching her pale face.

"We are your family."

He insisted in a voice laced with yearning while looking at her with a tired look in his eyes, feeling defeated. Hearing it, Sierra let out a cold, sharp laugh, a sound so bitter and hollow it cut straight through the heavy, rain-soaked air.

"Brothers?"

She spat out, the word tumbling from her trembling lips like a venomous curse while glaring at the fiercely with accusation filled eyes.

"Where were you when I was sick in the middle of the night and mom had to rush me to the hospital all alone? Where were you when I was admitted to the hospital and mom had to take care of me while taking care of the medical bills all alone? Where were you when I cried late at night because I was alone? Where were you when I woke up in the middle of the night due to nightmares? Where were you when the kids at school bullied me endlessly? Where were you when I was pushed and hurt by bullies!"

Her voice cracked, rising in pitch as sixteen years of buried agony finally surfaced.

"Where were you when people called me dirty blood? Where were you when my mother and I needed you the most?!"

Siden, Senan and Rian, her three brothers, flinched at her accusation as if struck by a physical whip, their eyes instantly dropping to the muddy ground beneath their feet. The heavy, suffocating silence that followed was deafening. Not a single one of them could offer an answer, the crushing weight of their past negligence hung over their massive shoulders like iron chains.

Sierra turned her burning, tear-streaked gaze back to her father, Raiden, her pale lips trembling with pure, unadulterated disgust as she glared fiercely at her father before saying.

"And you…"

She hissed, pointing a trembling, mud-splattered finger straight at her father's broad chest.

"You chose the fucking responsibility of being a freaking Beta of the Blood Moon pack over your sick wife, your mate whom you claimed to love endlessly! You never once visited us to check how we were doing, whether we were even alive! I can't bring myself to live with a man like you! If I did, my mom's soul would cry, she would never be at peace."

Hearing it, Raiden’s eyes tested up and he quickly snapped his head down, his eyes closing tightly in silent, agonizing pain as her words tore straight through his heart. He had no defense, no counterargument. He had stayed behind for duty and rank, and in doing so, he had completely lost the trust of the only daughter his late wife had left behind.

Saying this, Sierra turned sharply on her heel, her dark wavy hair whipping around her face as she tried to walk away, her pale expression set in hard stone.

Before she could take more than two agonizing steps, a large, calloused hand clamped around her slender wrist like a heavy steel shackle, bringing her to a complete, jarring halt. Her youngest brother Rian held her firmly yet gently in such a way that it won't hurt her, knowing he would never be able to forgive himself if he ever hurt her even by mistake. While his other hand balled into a fist, his knuckles white, his dark brows drawn tight together as he stopped her and stared down at her with a mix of desperation and authority of not the delta of the Blood Moon Pack but a younger brother.

"You are only sixteen, Sierra!"

He stated coldly, his tone leaving absolutely no room for debate or argument which made Sierra frown while he continued.

"Legally, you are still a minor who needs a guardian. You can't live alone, so you have no other choice but to go with us."

He remained her bitterly. Sierra didn't back down for a single second. She lifted her head, staring straight into his dark, storm-filled eyes, her clear blue gaze colder than the winter rain.

"I will go to an orphanage!"

She said, her voice dropping to a deadly, razor-sharp whisper that carried absolute conviction, her words sent a wave of shock among her brothers while remaining blind to it, she added bitterly.

"An orphanage is much better than living with any of you. I am not going with you!"

She declared and with a sudden, violent burst of desperation, she began struggling wildly in his iron grip making him frown with concern, worrying that she would hurt herself like this. Being oblivious to it, she twisted her thin wrist back and forth, shoving her free hand against his stone-hard chest with every ounce of strength her small, exhausted body possessed.

Infuriated by her complete rejection, the bitter truth of her words, and the unbearable ache of her hatred, her youngest brother Rian's last shred of patience finally snapped. His dark eyes flashed with a sudden, dominant heat.

"Let me see how you won't come with us!"

He growled low under his breath, his voice vibrating with pure determination.

In one swift, fluid motion, he reached down and hauled her body off her feet. Before she could even process the sudden shift in gravity, he threw her over his broad shoulder like she weighed nothing at all, locking one thick arm firmly around the back of her legs.

"Put me down! Let me go!"

Sierra screamed, her raw voice echoing fiercely across the silent, empty cemetery.

She kicked her legs wildly against the empty air, her small boots thrashing as she hammered her tiny, furious fists repeatedly against his rock-hard back, yelling at him to stop and let her go.

He didn't flinch, nor did he break his stride for a single second. Holding her in an unshakeable grip, he carried her straight toward the sleek, pitch-black Mercedes-Benz idling at the edge of the cemetery path, while Siden, Senan, and Raiden followed closely behind, ensuring she didn't hurt herself while hitting his stone-like back.

As Rian reached the sleek black Mercedes-Benz with Sierra thrown over his shoulder, one of the pack warriors quickly stepped forward, bowing his head respectfully as he held the rear door open. Rian adjusted his grip, leaning down to place her into the backseat.

"Put me down! If you force me back to that pack, I swear to God I’ll kill myself!"

Sierra screamed, her voice raw, sharp, and laced with frantic desperation.

"I’ll do it! I won't go back!"

Hearing her threat, Rian froze mid-motion. A sudden wave of sheer, paralyzing panic washed over his face, his dark eyes widening in horror as his heart slammed against his ribs. Beside him, Siden and Senan stood utterly bewildered, frozen in shock as the grave weight of her threat echoed through the cold air. Terror gripped all three brothers, the thought of losing her permanently chilled them to the bone.

Raiden commanded. Panicked and completely terrified that she might actually carry out her words, Rian halted in his tracks. On the other hand, a worried Raiden quickly commanded his son in a hurried voice.

“Let go of her, Rian!”

Hearing it, Senan and Siren nodded their heads at Rian, agreeing with their father. Seeing this, carefully, almost frantically, Rian eased his grip on Sierra and slowly set her feet back onto the wet ground.

The moment her boots hit the dirt, Sierra furiously wiped the heavy stream of tears from her face using her arms, her chest heaving with ragged, choking breaths while muttering in a furious voice.

“I hate you guys!”

She cried bitterly which made them frown, while after saying this, she didn't wait for them to recover from the shock. Turning on her heel, she sprinted away into the misty gloom as fast as her small legs could carry her.

"Sierra! Wait!"

Senan yelled, his voice cracking with desperation.

Instantly, Senan bolted forward, his instincts driving him to run behind her, with Siden and Rian right on his heels. But before Senan could take more than a few explosive strides, Raiden moved. With swift authority, their father thrust his heavy, broad arm directly across Senan’s chest, forcefully stopping his son in his tracks.

"Dad, let me go! She's running away!"

Senan growled, struggling against his father's iron barrier, his eyes wild with fear as he watched her small figure vanish into the trees.

"Stop!"

Raiden commanded, his voice strained and heavy with suppressed agony.

"If you push her right now while she's like this, she might hurt herself. Let her breathe and have some alone time so she could process everything and sort her thoughts."

He suggested. Hearing it, Rain nodded his head at his father in understanding while Senan slammed his fist against his side in sheer frustration, breathing heavily as all four men stood helplessly in the cold wind, watching the empty tree line where their baby sister had disappeared.

Sierra spent the remainder of the agonizing day huddled at the top of the nearby hill, the one place she and her mother used to sit together to watch the sunset. Only when night fell and the icy wind became unbearable did she drag her exhausted, shivering body back down toward her now empty deserted home which was nothing more than a block of walls without her mother and her warmth.

Exhausted, she pushed open the front door of the quiet house, expecting the comforting silence of her mother’s memory. Instead, the heavy, suffocating tension in the living room hit her instantly.

Standing beneath the dim light were four towering figures. Siden and Senan were nervously pacing the floor back and forth, their hands stuffed deep into their pockets, their knuckles white with anxiety, while Rian and her father, Raiden, sat stiffly on the edge of the sofa, their faces drawn with tight, exhausted lines.

Sierra froze at the threshold, her hand tightening on the brass doorknob as a fresh wave of anger flared in her chest.

"What are you guys doing inside my house?"

Sierra demanded, her voice trembling with a volatile mixture of exhaustion and fury.

As soon as they heard her voice, their head snapped up, only to find the tired, haggard Sierra with red flushed face, seeing it Raiden frown and stood up immediately, his tall frame looming in the small room as he took a cautious, desperate step toward her. His dark eyes were bloodshot, his voice thick with uncharacteristic relief.

"Sierra... you're back!"

To be continued….