Aria “Alpha!” I gasp, but he silences me with a finger sliding between my wet folds. My body betrays me, a moan escaping as he pumps slowly, torturously. I'm on cloud nine.“Fuck…. don't stop.”“What was that you said?” His voice is a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “That your body didn’t want me?”I bite my lip, refusing to give in, but my resolve is crumbling with every stroke.“Did you say you didn’t belong to me?” He adds another finger, and my legs shake under his relentless rhythm.“Say it,” he demands sharply. “Who does this pussy belong to?”Fuck my pride. It’s out the window now. “Please…” The word tumbles from my lips, unbidden.“Please, what?” He smirks, his fingers never slowing. “Who does this pussy belong to?” He presses, emphasizing his demand with a flick of his fingers that makes my love juices pool down my thighs. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel myself unraveling with every movement. I want him. I want him to fucking claim me right now.How
Aria Lucas studies me for a moment, his frown deepening. “I’ll give you some time to think about it.”Time? What for? I’ve already made up my mind, apparently in record-breaking poor judgment."I don't need to think about it. Let’s do it," I say confidently, crossing my arms. "And no, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m not going to fall in love with you."Lucas scoffs, pinning me with that intense, all-consuming gaze of his. "Still, think about it.""I have a condition, though," I counter, raising a hand to stop him from saying anything else. "We’re going to be exclusive. No screwing around with other people.""What?" He looks absolutely horrified, like I just told him I’m banning pizza forever. Did he seriously think I’d be okay with him sticking it to someone else while I sat around twiddling my thumbs?He draws a long breath and stares at me. "I’ll think about it."I scoff so hard I nearly choke. Why did I forget what a manwhore Lucas is? Well, two can play at this game. I real
Lucas We step into the rink, and I’ve got my hockey stick in one hand and a head full of thoughts about Aria. Yeah, her. The girl who just told me she’s fine with being my fuck mate. Like, does she really mean that? Because if she does, damn, I’m in trouble. I can still feel her wetness on my fingers, and hear the way she moans my name. Shit. My wolf’s been growling in my head ever since. He wants her just as much as I do.But feelings? No. Fuck that. Not happening. I’m not that guy. Never have been, never will be.Damon smacks his hockey stick on the ice, snapping me out of my thoughts. “So, what the hell was that all about, man?”I raise a brow, playing dumb. “What do you mean?”“Aria,” Damon presses, smirking. “You were all worked up earlier, storming out like someone stole your beer. What gives?”“Seriously dude,” Theo chimes in, leaning on his stick. “One second, we’re practicing, and the next, you’re out there hunting her down like a damn bloodhound. What’s up?”I sigh, grippin
Aria As I approach Vanessa and her crew, I feel Mia practically vibrating beside me, like she’s gearing up for a battle. Her forced smile is so fake it could qualify as plastic, but hey, we all play the game differently. Vanessa and her pack of mean girls are laughing, probably over some dumbass joke that wouldn’t even make it to the blooper reel of a bad sitcom.“Hello, Vanessa,” Mia says, voice dripping with fake sweetness.Vanessa turns, her perfectly arched brow rising like she’s the queen of the universe. “What the fuck is this?” Her eyes land on me, and she smirks. “Oh my god. You dyed your hair blonde.”A little smile tugs at my lips as I twirl a strand around my finger. “Yeah. I wanted a change, you know?”“Is that why you came over here?” “No, actually,” Mia interrupts before I can respond. “Aria’s here to join the cheerleading team.”And boom. Like clockwork, they all burst out laughing, and I swear one of them snorts like a pig. It takes everything in me not to roll my ey
AriaChristmas is just two days away, and the hall already smells like the season itself—peppermint, pine, and that cloyingly sweet sugar-cookie air freshener someone thought was a brilliant idea to pump through the vents. The air is crisp, carrying a slight chill, but the soft glow of Christmas lights strung everywhere adds a cozy warmth to the atmosphere.My dress, a festive piece Lucas picked out for me at the boutique, clings in all the right places. I hate to admit it, but the guy has an annoyingly impeccable sense of style.“I really didn’t want to come here this evening.” Lily sighs dramatically, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “It’s only because of you guys. You know how much I hate scavenger hunts.”“Come on, Lil, loosen up,” I say, pouting for effect. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”She narrows her eyes. “Fine, I’ll try. But I’m really just waiting for the ‘find your mate’ thing to happen.” Her dreamy sigh makes me cringe.Mia rolls her eyes dramatically. “That’s
Mia“All right, so where do we start?” I ask, holding up the paper. My voice is already dripping with annoyance because, honestly, this guy just existing near me is fucking exhausting.“We can start by getting to know each other,” Damon says, flashing that stupid, cocky grin that probably works on every other girl but me.I ignore him and keep walking. “Mia Jackson, right? What a lovely name you got there.” His voice is so smug I can practically feel it.I stop dead in my tracks and whip around to glare at him. “How the hell do you know my last name?”“I did my research,” he says with a wink, like he’s in some movie where stalking is cute.“Stalker,” I mutter under my breath, turning back to the clue. I read it aloud: “I’m something sweet, striped red and white. Find me where stars shine bright.”Damon tilts his head like he’s thinking real hard—which, let’s be honest, is probably rare for him. “Hmmm. Got any ideas?”“Nope. But I do know one thing,” I glare at him. “You’re fucking an
Lucas I stride down the hallway with Lily keeping pace beside me. Honestly, I have no idea what we’re supposed to be looking for..Goddess knows, but I don’t care. My mind’s somewhere else.Or rather, on someone else.Aria.And that bastard, Ethan.I can’t stand the thought of him being anywhere near her. Leaving her alone with him feels like handing her over to a damn snake. If he so much as breathes wrong in her direction, I swear I’ll kill him. No hesitation. That fucking bastard doesn’t deserve to be in the same room as her.“Alpha Lucas, are you even listening?” Lily’s voice cuts through my haze, yanking me back to reality.“What?” I blink and glance at her.She pouts, her blue eyes doing that fluttery thing that I guess is supposed to be cute. “You haven’t said anything about the clue. Where are we going?”I roll my eyes, trying not to groan. “Sorry, puzzles aren’t really my thing.”“Let me see,” she says, holding out her hand.I raise the paper up instead, scanning the words: R
Aria “What the fuck is going on here?”I spin around so fast I nearly trip over my own feet. Lucas is standing there, arms crossed, gray eyes burning a hole straight through Ethan’s head. For the first time since this fucking scavenger hunt started, Ethan’s grip on my arm loosens.“It’s nothing. We were just talking,” Ethan says calmly. Then, he has the audacity to smirk at me. “Right, Aria?”Silly bastard. My blood boils, and I jerk my arm free.“What did you do to her, you bastard?” Lucas snaps, closing the distance between him and Ethan in two steps. His broad shoulders block out most of my view of Ethan, but I can see his smirk falter. “Why were your filthy hands on my girlfriend?”Girlfriend? Again?!Ethan holds up his hands like this is all some big misunderstanding. “Relax, man. Like I said, we were just talking.”But Lucas doesn’t back off. He squares his jaw, towering over Ethan like he’s ready to throw him overboard. Honestly, I wouldn’t stop him.I take a deep breath, forc
Aria"Okay, everyone calm the hell down," I mutter, resting my elbow on the table and glancing around. The room’s buzzing with chatter, forks clinking against plates, and nobody seems to notice the chaos brewing at our table. “We have to be careful. The culprit might be here.”Mia leans forward, her eyes wide like fucking saucer. “That’s why this is so fucking crazy! We can’t just keep quiet about it, Aria. We need to report it.”“She’s right,” Lily adds, her fingers tightening around her coffee mug. “This is insane. I mean, it’s you. Aren’t you scared?”I let out a breath, running my hand through my hair. “Of course I’m scared! But I wanna figure out who did this shit first.” My voice drops to a whisper. “This isn’t just some prank.”“Uh, what about the finger? Like, what if someone finds it in the trash?” Lily sips her coffee like she didn’t just say the most horrifying thing ever.“Great,” Mia groans, pushing her plate away. “Now I’m imagining someone opening the trash and finding
MiaI can’t fucking believe what I’ve done. Like, seriously, what the actual fuck, Mia? I slept with Damon. DAMON.As I put on my shoes and throw on my gown, I feel my cheeks burn hotter than a stove. I bolt out of his room before he can even open his damn mouth to say anything. Nope, not today, Satan. No way I’m sticking around for his silly explanations or that infuriating smirk.By the time I reach my suite, I’m practically yanking at my hair. How am I gonna explain this to Lily? She’ll never let me live this down. I pause at the door, punching in the code and taking a deep breath. I just hope she’s still asleep…or, I don’t know, passed out drunk.The door slides open, and of course, the universe hates me because there they are… Lily and Aria, sitting on the bed, staring at me like they’re on the goddamn Supreme Court.“And she makes an appearance,” Lily chirps, crossing her arms. Aria? She looks like she’s trying not to laugh.“Alright, I can explain, so don’t give me that look.”
Aria The moment I see Lucas walking toward me, I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. A few minutes ago, he rushed in just as Ethan stormed off, looking pissed as all hell. Then Lily told him everything, what Ethan said, what he did….and Lucas didn’t even think twice before stomping off to confront him. We begged him not to, but you know Lucas. He never listens when he’s angry“Thank goddess you’re—” My words get cut off as Lucas pulls me into one of those hugs that melts your bones. His arms wrap around me like I’m the only thing anchoring him to Earth, and for a second, I forget how to breathe.“Lucas... are you okay?”He doesn’t answer right away, just buries his face in my neck. “Just a second,” he mutters, his voice muffled against my skin.I don’t argue. Instead, I wrap my arms around him, taking in his familiar scent, something warm and woodsy, like cedar and home.When he finally pulls back, he brushes a strand of hair out of my face, his gray eyes softer tha
Ethan Aria’s looking at me like she’s just waiting for me to explode, her green eyes burning with a fire that’s almost impressive. Almost. Has she lost her goddamn mind? Telling me to fight her….a fucking omega? But hell, she’s not backing down. It’s like she thinks she’s the queen of this little showdown."What are you waiting for? Cold feet already?" Her voice is sharp, mocking, and her eyes don’t leave mine for a second. "You’re nothing but a piece of shit, Ethan. Just look at her." She points to Vanessa, who’s still sprawled on the floor, looking like a kicked puppy. "You shoved your girlfriend. Real classy."My eyes flick to Vanessa, and yeah, she looks embarrassed as hell. I’d almost forgotten she was there. Not my fault...she should’ve left me alone when I warned her. I don’t do clingy.Aria kneels and extends a hand to Vanessa, but Vanessa bats it away and scrambles up on her own, her face red as a damn tomato."You have no right to talk about Alpha Ethan like that," Vanessa
Aria One minute, I’m on cloud nine…Lucas spinning me around the dance floor like I’m the damn queen of the world. The next? Some girl strolls in, a walking, talking buzzkill, and decides to ruin everything. I don’t know who the hell she is, but from the look in Lucas’s eyes, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.I let out a frustrated growl, and just as I’m about to calm down, that bastard Ethan strides over to where I’m standing.I sigh, sipping my cocktail, trying to push the irritation down. Gail, my wolf, isn’t having it, though. She’s growling in my head, pacing like she’s ready to pounce, and honestly? I’m proud of her. That’s the energy I need for this fucking prick.“Wow, you must think you’re Cinderella or something,” he says, all smug and condescending. “You think this is gonna last forever? You really think Lucas will be there to save you when we get back to the pack?”I almost choke on my drink. “Shut the fuck up, you bastard.” I set my glass down with a thunk, glaring at hi
Lucas I freeze, my brain short-circuiting like someone yanked the Wi-Fi router mid-download. Things were going so well…Aria was smiling, laughing, trusting me. And then Serena. Fucking Serena. She just has to show up and ruin it.“Do you know her, Lucas?” Aria’s voice cuts through my mental meltdown sharply.I glance at her. She doesn’t look impressed. At all. In fact, she looks like she’s five seconds from shoving me off this ship, and, honestly, I’d probably deserve it. My chest tightens.“She’s nobody serious,” I mutter, my eyes still glued to Serena. But Aria? She scoffs, crossing her arms, and my heart sinks like a lead balloon.“Are you sure about that, Alpha Lucas?” Serena pipes up, her voice sugary sweet but sharp enough to upset me.My fists clench by my sides as I shoot Aria a pleading look. “Give me a second, okay? I’ll be right back.”Aria doesn’t answer. Her lips press into a thin, unimpressed line, and I know I’m walking on the thinnest of ice.“Aria,” I say softly, “pl
Aria“Come on,” he says, scooping me up bridal style. “Let’s go shower.”And let’s just say the shower is far from innocent. We end up going another round before finally cleaning up.Back in the room, wrapped in towels, I grab my ruined dress with a sigh. No way I can wear this again.A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. Lucas answers, cracking it open just enough to take something from whoever’s outside. When he turns around, he’s holding a cloth bag.“Who was that?” I ask.“Max,” he says, handing me the bag. “I asked him to bring you a new dress.”Wow! I pull the dress out of the bag, and my jaw just about hits the floor. It’s a pink ball gown, glittering with sequins and stones, catching the light like it’s straight out of a Disney princess movie. Like, I might as well be Cinderella, except I’m not rocking a glass slippers.“This is so fucking beautiful,” I breathe, running my fingers over the fabric like it’s made of literal magic.Lucas leans casually against the wall, arm
Aria "Aria... if you're not ready—""I'm ready," I cut him off firmly. "I mean, it's been days since we found out we're mates. Soon it's going to hurt if we don't mark each other."The second I tell Lucas I’m ready, something changes in his eyes. His gray gaze darkens, flickering with something intense, something raw. He strokes my cheek softly, making my heart flutter even though the back of my mind is screaming with doubt. What happens if he changes his mind later? If he rejects me? I’d be wrecked…shattered.But right now, I don’t care. I want this. I want him.The sharp sting of his teeth sinking into my neck snaps me out of my thoughts. The pain is fiery, but it’s so damn sweet. A shudder tears through my body, and I feel it…this undeniable, electrifying connection. It’s like we’re tied together now, bonded in a way that’s more than just physical. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I pull him closer, wanting more, needing more.“I’m gonna mark you now,” I whisper in a shaky vo
Aria By the time we pull away from the kiss, my heart’s thumping so hard I swear it’s trying to break out of my chest. My whole body? Yeah, it’s officially on fire. Desire is a bitch like that.“That was… lovely,” Lucas murmurs, brushing a strand of hair out of my face smoothly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”Great. Just great. Now my thighs are wet, and I’m officially pissed at my own body for reacting this way from just a fucking kiss. Why is this bastard so good at seduction? Like, did he take lessons or something?“Thanks,” I manage, but my voice comes out shaky, which is so not the vibe I was going for. “Did you… really mean it? That you like me?”He smiles….one of those confident, panty-dropping smiles that should be illegal. “Wasn’t it obvious?”Obvious? No, sir. Sometimes he’s hot, sometimes he’s cold. He’s like Katy Perry on steroids.“Aria,” he says seriously, his gray eyes locking onto mine, “I really like you. But I’m scared. I don’t want to hurt you like Ethan did.”“The