Luca and Aria’s union was an impossible one where pack tradition and rules exist but they were not going to let that deter them. But Luca’s relationship with Aria wasn’t going to distract him from his main goal of exacting revenge on the Shadow Moon Pack as he continues to assemble his army. They both have to navigate through the treacherous waters of betrayal, past memories and intricacies of power. With danger looming at every corner even those they fail to see, will the dark waters swallow them? Or will their feelings be strong enough to see them through?
View MoreLuca’s POVElijah’s eyes narrowed, jaw tight like he was seconds from snapping.“What?” His voice came out low, dangerous. “He wants to burn it all? Everything we’ve bled for?”I spun around, too pissed to hold it in any longer. “He said he’d rather watch the pack fall apart than see me on the throne,” I snapped. “And if I don’t bow to him, if I don’t let it all go to hell, he’s gonna rip me off that throne himself.”Elijah’s face twisted, rage crawling up his spine like wildfire.“That fucking bastard,” he hissed, eyes blazing. “I knew it. I fucking knew he was playing you, playing everyone. Goddamn snake.”I let out this broken laugh—bitter, tired, all teeth. “I’m screwed, Elijah. The council’s blind or bought, and now Julian’s breathing down my neck with threats. And what if… what if he’s the one behind Elena? What if he did that too, just to screw with me?”The silence cracked around us, heavy and sharp. Elijah’s fist slammed into the wall, hard enough to leave a dent. The noise e
Luca’s POV “Why?” I didn’t care if I was shouting now, didn’t care if they tried to strike me down. “Why the hell is he still here?”Thorne, the elder who read out Julian’s offenses, locked eyes with me. His face was unreadable, but I could see it—he was tense. His breath came slow, measured.“Luca…” he said, like he was warning me. But I didn’t want to be warned. I wanted answers, damn it.“Tell me why! After everything? You saw what he did—what he tried to do! Why the hell is he still here? After everything? He doesn’t deserve a second chance.”Aldric, standing by the window, turned to face me. His expression was calm, too calm, but his eyes said everything—he was carrying the weight of something I wasn’t understanding.“We’re not here to satisfy your rage, Luca,” he said, voice firm, but he didn’t soften. “We’re here to balance the scales.”“Balance the scales?” I barked. “By keeping a traitor alive? A man who tried to destroy everything this kingdom stands for?”“It’s more than t
Aria's POVI sat up fast, heart knocking against my ribs like it wanted out. A knock. Low. Two times. Quiet. Too quiet. My gut clenched.Who the hell...?I walked to the door. Julian.Of course.He stood there like he owned the hallway, all smooth posture and that infuriating calm in his eyes. Like none of this chaos touched him. Like my best friend wasn’t fighting for her life in the next wing.“What do you want?” I snapped, voice low and sharp.He blinked, as if offended I hadn’t rolled out a carpet for him. “Just wanted to talk.”I scoffed. “Now? Really? You think I want to talk to you right now?”He tilted his head, that fake-soft concern bleeding into his features. “You look tired.”“Thanks. You look like trouble.”His lips twitched like he wanted to smile but thought better of it. “I just thought maybe you’d want some clarity. Some truth.”“Truth?” I stepped out, pulling the door halfway shut behind me. “From you? That’s rich.”Julian didn’t flinch. Just stood there, letting my
Luca’s POV I shifted in my seat, fingers digging into the edge of the parchment like it might hold me steady. It didn’t. The air in the council chamber was suffocating—tight, heavy, filled with this tension that sat between my ribs and refused to move. They were all watching me, waiting. I could feel it in my skin.And I hated this. Hated being the one to read out every damn ugly thing he’d done. My brother.“Julian,” I said, voice rough, almost cracking. “In addition to abusing his power, he committed treason. He tried to kill the Alpha—our father—and steal the throne.”Still, I couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t bear the sight of that smug face. That stupid half-smile he always wore like he knew something no one else did. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even twitch. Just leaned forward, calm as hell, like he was about to order a drink at a bar.“I didn’t conspire in secret, Luca,” he said, smooth as ever. “I didn’t plot in the dark. I challenged our father openly. It was a mistake, yeah. A re
Luca’s POVFifty-fifty? I felt like the world had tilted. How could this be real?I took a deep breath. “She can’t—she can’t die. She’s not... she’s not supposed to be in this kind of danger. Not after everything. Not after everything we’ve done.”Aria moved closer, her expression just as tormented, her hands shaking. “Luca, she’s strong. You know she is.” Her voice cracked. “But right now, it’s out of our hands. The maesters have done everything they can. Now, we just have to wait.” “No,” I muttered to myself. “She has to wake up. She’s been through too much already.”“She’s strong,” Aria repeated, her voice softer now, almost as if trying to convince both of us. “She’ll pull through. She has to.”I didn’t know what to believe anymore. I wanted to believe her. But the look on the maesters’ faces, their worried glances, told a different story.I exhaled. I couldn’t let this happen. Not after everything we had fought for.“We’ll wait,” I said, my voice hoarse. “We’ll wait, and
Luca’s POV The chamber was stifling. I sat on the edge of the long table. My mind wouldn’t shut up.Julian.That bastard walking in here like he belonged, like history hadn’t been written in blood between us. Like he hadn’t thrown everything away for his own damn ego.The door opened. I snapped my head up. Elijah. He closed the door quietly. “You going to say it?” I muttered, staring at nothing. Elijah stepped forward, arms crossed. “You already know what I think.”I finally turned to look at him, tired, aggravated. “That he’s playing some long game?”Elijah scoffed. “Because he is. And you damn well know it.”I exhaled through my nose, shaking my head. “I need to be sure.”“Sure of what?” He moved closer, voice dipping into something more aggressive. “That the snake is still a snake?”Before I could respond, the sound cut through the tension.Faint. Almost nothing. But my body reacted before my brain did.A cry.A cough.Not just any cough—wet, rough, tearing.Something was wr
Aria's POV The air in the dining room was thick and suffocating. No one spoke. No one breathed. My fingers curled tight around the edge of my plate, stomach twisting. I wasn’t hungry. Not for this. Not for whatever the hell this was.Julian sat there like he belonged. Like he hadn’t just walked back in after years with that smug, infuriating grin and bullshit about making amends.Elijah was too quiet. Elena kept flicking glances between Luca and Julian, her expression unreadable. And Luca—Luca was a storm about to break. His jaw locked tight, fists clenched on the table, every muscle coiled like he was ready to lunge across the damn thing and tear Julian apart with his bare hands.Julian just smiled.“I came here to make amends,” he said, smooth as ever, swirling his wine like we were at some casual fucking dinner and not a goddamn battlefield. “To prove I’ve changed.”Silence. Thick. Heavy. A warning wrapped around my ribs, cold and sharp.Luca leaned back, voice like ice. “Then
Luca’s POV The dining hall felt too damn small. Too tight. Like the walls were pressing in, shoving the air out of my lungs. The long wooden table was set, food spread out like some grand feast—except no one was really eating. Just the occasional scrape of cutlery, the kind of sound that made the tension worse, thick enough to choke on.Julian sat across from me, lounging like he belonged here, like this wasn’t my pack, my castle. He looked the same—sharp, amused eyes, that lazy smirk that never quite reached them. But there was something... off. A weight to him. Something coiled and waiting, something dangerous.To my right, Elijah was rigid, fork in hand but unmoving, his gaze flicking between me and Julian like he was waiting for the first strike. Next to him, Elena kept her expression flat, but I saw the restless tap of her fingers against her thigh. She knew. We all did.And then there was Aria.Across from me. Next to him. Too close.That burned.She was actually eating, slow,
Luca’s POVThe castle loomed ahead, but it felt farther than it should. My head was a mess, thoughts colliding too fast, too loud. Elijah’s words still clung to me like a damn shadow."Now it’s up to you."Like I didn’t already know that. Like it wasn’t already twisting in my gut, pulling at something I didn’t want to look at too closely.And then—Aria.She was walking up from the other side, eyes locking onto mine before she even realized it.Something in my chest went tight.Elijah didn’t say a word, just glanced between us and then walked off, leaving us standing there. Alone.I swallowed. "Aria.""Luca."Silence stretched between us, thick, heavy. I could see the exhaustion on her face. Hell, I felt it in my own bones."The antidote?" My voice was rougher than I meant it to be.She nodded. "It's working so far."A pause. Too much weight between the words.I studied her, the way her arms crossed, the way she avoided my eyes for just a second too long. She was still thinking about i
The night had fallen over the city of Grand Midea. Dark clouds filled the skies and rain threatened to fall.“Ahh!!”I left out a frustrated groan as I continued to pace to the party in my high silhouettes. I could barely keep my balance, and I threatened to fall a couple of times already.“Are you okay?” that's when I realized I was walking next to Phoebe.My best friend since... forever actually. She walked elegantly taking massive strides with her heels as though she was born to wear them.Her wore a beautiful red dress that hugged her body exposing a little of her breasts.Her long blonde hair moving with the wind.Phoebe was a party person.She could literally mingle with anyone she wishes.She was confident and had a charm no guy could resist.But for me the contrary was the case. I wasn't a party person, infact I hated them. I was rather much of an introvert, who really hated to mingle with others and was a bit shy.I prefer to spend most of my time researching on supernatural ...
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