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!)

I was running again. But I knew this wasn't real. The same damn nightmare- Forests too dark. Air too thick. My lungs burning like I'd swallowed smoke.


Mat was in my arms — tiny, wailing, red-faced baby Mat — fists clutching at my shirt while I sprinted like hell itself was chasing us.


"Shh, shh, it's okay," I kept whispering, even though it clearly was not okay.


Branches clawed at my face.Something howled behind me.Too close.Almost ripping my skin. 


I didn't look back.I never look back in my dreams.I think. 


Because I know if I do — I'll see her… and maybe want to go back. And then I always trip.


Always.My foot get caught on something.


I stumbl—Fall—But then this time Mat slipped from my arms—And—And my eyes snapped open.


My arms were stretched above my head.Burning.For a second I thought I was still dreaming.


Then the pain kicked in.It was fucking sharp.


Damn real.No dream. My wrists were tied.


No — not tied.Bound.Rope cut into my skin.


Chapter 29 - Kink!