“They begged for mercy,” he said coldly, his eyes distant. “But mercy died the day they killed her.”he snarled, his eyes cold as steel. “They killed the only woman I ever loved, and for that, you’ll suffer.” Love died in him the day his lover was taken by a family of hunters. As the ruthless Alpha of the Bloodmoon Clan, he has spent years hunting the Crescent Hunters, the family of werewolf slayers who killed his lover. Revenge is his only purpose-until he discovers his fated mate is the daughter of those very hunters, his plan to annihilate them is turned upside down. Will he use her to destroy her own family? Or will she be the one to melt the heart he thought he’d buried long ago? Can he kill the family that took everything from him, even if it means destroying the woman he's bound to protect?
View MoreARIA The moment his form solidified, all of the confidence, bravery—whatever that was—died an immediate death. I stumbled backward with a soft yelp, my legs refusing to cooperate as my butt met the cold floor again. “Oh—oh my god—” I blinked rapidly, trying to look anywhere but there, but my eyes kept betraying me. He was naked. Fully, gloriously, terrifyingly naked. And aroused. My throat dried up. My thoughts scattered. The rawness of his form—taut muscles slick with sweat, the rise and fall of his broad chest, that sharp line leading down his abdomen to the thick length between his legs—it burned itself into my brain. I didn't mean to look. I really didn't. But I looked. Again. And again. “Shit,” I whispered, dragging my eyes back to his face—just as his gold eyes flickered, beginning to shift back to their usual stormy grey. His jaw clenched. His body… still trembling from the shift as his fists curled at his sides. And then the chains snapped. The loud, bru
'I shouldn’t be here'I kept telling myself. Yet here I am, in front of Mr Grey's penthouse. I wrapped my fingers tight around the worn leather strap of my bag with the right file inside. It wouldn't had be a big deal but knowing Knox's schedule to send those files over to the board members tomorrow, I rather fix my wrong. But what in earth was I thinking that made me give Manson the wrong file. Gosh!'Come back early. You will be joining the hunt'Wren’s words from this morning intruded my thoughts but I shoved it at the back of my mind. I will head over the moment I'm done.I took a deep breath as I entered the building. I was about to input the code when I noticed the door was unlocked.'Weird' I thought, stepping fully into the house. The place was quiet as though no one was in. "Mr Grey" I called out hoping I wasn't the only being in this place. Silence.No response.My lips pouted as I took a good view of the place. The last time I was here, Knox's presence didn't let me take
ARIATasha didn’t move. Even after my words cut through her smug little performance, she just stood there and glared. Her knuckles tightened around the folder while her lips pressed into a thin, furious line.I should have known better.The moment her heels clicked against the floor and she turned back toward me, my spine stiffened. The boldness I felt a minute ago vanished as I saw the storm brewing in her eyes. My breath hitched when she stalked toward my desk and stopped inches away.“You must be out of your damn mind,” she hissed. “Who gave you the guts to talk back to me?”My heart pounded hard and fast like a warning bell.She leaned in, her voice sharp enough to cut. “Just because Mr. Grey cornered you doesn’t mean you’re special. He’ll get bored, and when he does, you’ll be nothing but a forgotten distraction.”The words burned, but this time, something inside me refused to shrink back. I wasn’t the same girl who
ARIA The morning was cold, but not as cold as Wren’s voice when she stopped me at the door. “Tonight is the full moon.” Her tone was flat, sharp. “You are to return early. No excuses. You’re joining the hunt.” A familiar weight settled in my chest. I didn’t answer. I only tightened my grip on my bag. It didn’t matter if I wanted to go or not—she had already decided for me. I nodded once. “Don’t embarrass me.” And with that, she turned and left, like I wasn’t even worth another glance. I let out a slow breath, trying to ignore the tightness in my throat as I walked to the bus stop. --- Work wasn’t much better. It had been two days since I last saw Knox Grey. Three days since he left me standing on that sidewalk, confused and pissed. It wasn’t unusual for him to disappear—but it wasn’t like him to leave without telling me. I was his PA. If he didn’t come in, I was supposed to know. I was supposed to inform others, rearrange his calendar, handle things. But this?
KNOX Blood Moon Clan – Council Hall Two days. Two days since I last saw her. Yet Aria’s scent still lingered in my thoughts, an invisible thread that refused to break. But this morning, I wasn’t a CEO in a black suit commanding boardrooms. I was Alpha. And here, power wasn’t dictated by contracts and profits. It was in blood, fear, and the weight of a throne that only one could bear. I sat tall on the Alpha’s seat, carved from blackwood, leather-backed, raised higher than the others. Mason sat to my right—my Beta, my Second, and the only voice I trusted. To my left, the Luna’s seat remained vacant, as it had been for years. Let them keep looking at it. I didn’t need a Luna to rule. Seven elders sat before me, forming a half-circle. Their scents filled the room—smoke, age, steel. Three were bound to my father’s rule: Elder Ronan, Elder Hale, and Elder Greta. The other three leaned toward Edric—Third-in-Command. The kind of threat that smiled while sharpening the blad
ARIAThe silence in the car felt heavy.Like something unspoken was pressing against the air.I kept my hands folded on my lap, my back straight while trying to pretend the tension didn’t bother me.But it did.Knox sat beside me, his posture relaxed, his focus locked on his phone. He hadn’t looked at me once since we got in.Not that I was expecting him to.Still, I found myself stealing glances.Just quick ones—barely a second long. The sharp edge of his jaw, the way his fingers moved over the screen, the cold expression that never waveredI swallowed, glancing toward Mason, who was focused on the road ahead. Maybe I should say something. Anything to break this unbearable silence.But what?I stole another glance at Knox. His eyes never lifted from his phone, but his grip on it was tight.Why did it feel like he was ignoring me on purpose?The car hit a small bump, jolting me slightly. I exhaled, crossing my arms.Why is this so awkward?-------KNOX'Just a glance at her'Fenris gr
ARIA I took a deep breath, forcing the tension from my shoulders. I needed to focus. Everything that happened earlier—the office, the close proximity, the way Knox had trapped me against the wall—none of it mattered. It was work. Nothing else. Knox Grey was my boss. And I needed to remember that. I sat down at my desk, exhaling slowly as I pushed everything aside. Then my phone rang. I hesitated before glancing at the screen. Mr. Grey. Of course. Bracing myself, I picked up. “My schedule.” That was all he said. Deep. Smooth. Cold. The call ended before I could respond. I stared at my phone, my fingers tightening around it. Seriously? That was it? No explanation? I shook my head, quickly pulling up his schedule. Lunch with Mr. DeLuca – Contract signing. Right. That was today. I straightened myself, pushing everything aside. ------ I stepped into the office and stopped. Marcus Reed was on his knees. His suit was wrinkled, his tie loose, his f
ARIAI burst into the ladies’ washroom, my heels clicking against the tile as I rushed inside. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my hands trembling as I pressed them against the cool porcelain sink.What just happened?I squeezed my eyes shut, replaying the scene in my head.Mr Grey—so close. His body towering over mine, his warmth pressing in from all sides. The way his deep, unreadable gaze had locked onto me, like he was trying to pull me apart piece by piece. My back against the wall, his hands caging me in, the heat of his breath fanning against my lips, his exposed chest, gawd those abs I wasn't seeing but his chiseled chest.And the worst part?I had closed my eyes.Like I was waiting for him to kiss me.I let out a sharp breath, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.“What the hell was that?” I whispered to myself, my voice shaking.This was wrong. So wrong.Knox Grey was my boss. My boss. There was no reason for my heart to be racing like this. No reason for my legs to feel
KNOXThe scent of blood still clung to the air, faint but unmistakable. It was hers.I rose from my seat, moving toward her with slow, deliberate steps.Aria’s shoulders stiffened, her fingers tightening around the file she was holding. She stepped back—instinctively, unconsciously—but I didn’t stop.She was trying to act unaffected, but she didn’t know what I could hear.The steady rhythm of her heart had changed. And right now, it was stuttering, betraying the calm front she was trying so hard to maintain.Her fingers tightened around the file.She stepped back.I didn’t stop.Another step back.I tilted my head. “Why are you backing away?”“I—” She hesitated, then lifted her chin. “I’m not.”Liar.She was doing everything she could to put space between us, but there was nowhere left to go.Her back hit the wall.A sharp inhale.I caged her in, placing a hand on the wall beside her head. My other hand lifted, my fingers hovering just above her shoulder.That wound.It wasn’t deep, b
"They say obsession is dangerous, but for you, I’ll embrace madness if it means keeping you." Knox...---ARIA'S POVMy fists slammed into the thug’s stomach, and he groaned, stumbling backward.“Leave her alone,” I snapped, stepping between him and the girl huddled against the wall. She was shaking, her face wet with tears and her dress torn at the sleeve.The thug sneered, wiping blood from his mouth. “You’ve got guts, girl. Too bad they won’t save you.” I clenched my fists tighter, ignoring the sting in my knuckles. “Try me.”He lunged, but I was faster. I dodged to the side, kicking his leg out from under him. He crashed to the ground with a curse, clutching his knee. “Run!” I yelled at the girl. She hesitated for a moment before scrambling to her feet and bolting out of the alley. I didn’t look back to watch her go. The thug pushed himself up, glaring at me. “You’re dead.” “Not today,” I said sharplyThe thug chuckled at my audacity. Well, I might be small in size compa...
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