Aria’s POV I thought coming back to the human world would help.That being back in my own bed, in my mother’s home, surrounded by normalcy, would make everything feel… lighter.That maybe—just maybe—the weight of him would fade.But it didn’t. Far from it. It clung to me like a second skin.Not physically, but in my head, in my bones, in my goddamn soul.The rejection was supposed to set me free.It didn’t.It just left a wound that wouldn’t close.A slow, rotting ache in my chest that I couldn’t shake, no matter how much I tried to drown it out with distractions, with sleep, with pretending.And the worst part?I couldn’t stop wondering.What if?What if things had been different?What if he had fought for me?What if I had stayed?What if I had never met him at all?Would I be happier? Would I still feel this raw, broken, hollow?The thoughts were relentless, circling, suffocating.I hadn’t even been back for long, and already my mother was worried.Jasmine too."You’re miserable
Aria’s POVI stood, forcing my limbs to move. “Thanks for tonight, Cole.”He just sighed. “Anytime.” I could see the disappointment on his face. Elijah was already moving.Already leading me away. And I followed carefully behind him till we reached the car.I waited till we entered the car, and then I snapped.“What the fuck was that, Elijah?” Elijah didn’t even look at me. He just turned the key, started the car, and pulled away from the curb like he hadn’t just dragged me away from my fucking date.Like he hadn’t just walked in, sat down, and ripped me out of that restaurant like I was a fucking child.Like I didn’t have a say.Like I didn’t fucking matter.“Elijah,” I snarled, voice sharp and shaking. “What the fuck was that?”Still, nothing.“You think you can just come in and do whatever the hell you want? You think you can just—just fucking control me?”Silence. “Elijah!” I exploded, slamming my palm against the dashboard. “I am not his anymore! Do you understand that? I’m
Aria’s POVThere was nothing better for me right now, than a clear mind running a few shifts at mom's restaurant. I stepped into the restaurant for the first time in months and then that familiar scent hit me. The fresh and warm scent of Mom's famous spaghetti source and her freshly baked bread. Except it didn’t feel like home.Not anymore.It had changed. Modernized. New furniture, new workers, a fresh coat of paint used on the walls.I was happy for mom, but deep down, it ached my heart to know it was from money Luca paid me off with. I barely made it two steps inside before my mom turned, froze, her hand gripping the counter like she needed it to steady herself."Aria," she breathed. Then she moved. Fast. Pulled me into her arms like she was afraid I’d disappear again.I stood there, stiff for a second. Then I sank into her warmth. When she pulled back, her hands cupped my face, searching me."I'm sorry, I'm just still missing you alot, you know?" It came out like a question.
One hour was enough for me to get a quick shower and freshen up a little. But, I still couldn't shake off the vision. Talking with the white wolf. And then it says I'm a white wolf too.‘You are a White Wolf, Aria.And whether you accept it or not—your destiny is already in motion.’ The words were still fresh in my mind. It was all too overwhelming for me… But, for now all that has to wait. I had to see Jasmine. And try to explain and make sense of what happened. I grabbed my jacket and pushed the door open. But, moment I stepped outside, I knew.Something was watching me. I just had that tingle. It wasn’t just paranoia. It was something thick and heavy in the air, curling around me like a warning.I ignored it.“Taxi!!” I yelled standing on the sidewalk. The can drove to me and I slid into the backseat, rattled off the address Jasmine sent me, and tried to shake the feeling.Didn’t work.The entire ride, I felt it. A weight pressing into my back. Every streetlight we passed
Elijah’s POVI sat in the dim hotel room, staring at the chipped coffee cup in my hands. The coffee was cold. Had been for hours. But I wasn’t drinking it. Just gripping it like it had answers.Waiting.For her.For Aria.And that was the problem.She wasn’t back.She should’ve been back.Where the fuck was she?Then came the knock.Too hard. Too fast. Urgent.I was already moving before I even thought about it, the chair scraping against the floor, my body coiled tight like a goddamn wire about to snap.The soldier outside the door looked like he had been running.“She’s been gone too long.”My chest went tight.“How long?” My voice was flat. Cold.“Hours.” A sharp inhale. “She hasn’t returned.”My fingers curled into fists.Fuck.I grabbed my coat, shoved past him. The drive to her house was a blur. The moment I got there, I knew.The door was unlocked.Bad. Bad fucking sign.I stepped in, ears sharp, eyes scanning.Her scent was here. Fresh. But fading fast.My stomach knotted.I
Aria POVI woke up to an intense pain. Everywhere. It felt like my brain wanted to bulge out of my own head.I cracked my eyes open. My room. My bed. Safe. But I didn’t feel safe.I felt wrong.Like my skin wasn’t mine. I forced myself up from my bed, exhaling sharply. What the hell happened?And then it hit me.Memories rushed in—fast, violent, suffocating.The club. The drinks. Jasmine laughing. The air too thick, the music too loud, the world spinning.Then the cold night air. The sidewalk. Stumbling. The ground unsteady beneath me.And then—him.The rogue. The glowing red eyes. The stench of blood. The way he moved—fast, predatory, like I was prey.I had tried to run. Useless. Weak. Slow.He had pinned me down, claws slicing into my skin.I should have died.I would have died.But I screamed. And something inside me answered.A burst of light, white-hot and blinding. An explosion that sent him flying.And then—the shift.I gasped, gripping my arms, my whole body shaking.I ha
Aria’s POVIt was almost midnight when I finally reached our apartment. I dragged myself to my room like a corpse, feet heavy, mind a twisted mess. Everything felt wrong. I slammed the door shut behind me. I was a white wolf.A fucking white wolf. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t my life. I was human—no, worse—I was a rejected mate, tossed aside like I was nothing. But now, I wasn’t nothing.I was something.Something that could rip a rogue to shreds.I couldn’t stop seeing it.The rogue.His eyes had widened. His whole body had gone rigid, his mouth parting like he couldn’t even process what was in front of him. His stance had changed—hesitation.Fear.He had seen a white wolf standing where a pathetic, fragile human had been.And in that split second—he knew he was going to die.A shudder rolled through me.And he had.I had killed him.I should have felt something.Guilt. Horror.But all I had felt was power.That scared me more than anything.I curled my knees to m
Aria’s POVHis eyes were locked on me.Like he wasn’t sure if I was real.I wanted to look away. I should look away.But I didn’t.I couldn’t.The air between us stretched, thick and suffocating. Then, I heard his voice. “Aria.”Luca’s voice. Low. Rough. Saying my name like it was something fragile.And just like that—Everything I had been trying to bury came roaring back.I walked past him and to the castle. The second I stepped inside, the past hit me like a knife to the gut.I swallowed hard. Luca was still at the entrance. I could feel it. His presence was like a weight pressing down on the back of my neck. But I didn't stop for once to look back at him, I just continued.And then—My room.The door was already open, waiting.I stepped inside, breath hitching.Everything was exactly the same.The bed, the thick blankets, the furniture, like I had never left. I stood by the bed, my eyes scanning the room, and I saw the scratches I had left behind—marks from the night I had
Elena's POVThe morning came in sharp. Too sharp. Like glass slicing across her thoughts.I was up before the sun, just... waiting. My room felt too small, too quiet. Every creak in the walls made my skin crawl. I kept thinking of Luca, of his promise to send me back—back to the human world. And part of me hated how much I wanted that. The escape. The quiet. The safety.So when the knock came, I jumped like my bones were wired wrong.I opened the door, heart stuck in my throat—and there he was. Luca. His face as cold and unreadable as always, but his eyes... something flickered there."I'm not sending you back," he said. Just like that. No warning. No build-up. Like it was a fact carved into stone.“What?” It slipped out, weak and breathless.“I changed my mind. It’s safer if you stay. With me.”The relief hit me so fast it was almost shameful. I shouldn't have wanted to stay. Not after everything. Not with Julian still breathing the same air. But I did. I did want to stay. Not for th
Aria's POV He barged in like a storm. No knock, no warning—just fury in his eyes, in his breath, in every single step he took. I jumped up from the edge of my bed, heart slamming against my ribs like it knew something I didn’t yet.“Luca—?”“No.” His voice was stone. Cold. Final. “Pack your things.”What?“What?”“I need to send you back.” He didn’t flinch. “You and Elena. You’re leaving. Today.”My stomach dropped, heart skipped a beat. “What the hell are you talking about?”He shut the door behind him like he was sealing me in. “It’s not safe here. Julian’s made his move. You and Elena—you’re targets.”I stepped toward him, voice cracking. “You’re just going to send us away?! After everything?”“I’m not asking,” he snapped, eyes hard. “He’s with Victor. He wants the pack destroyed from the inside and you’re both leverage. He warned me. You die if I step out of line.”I couldn’t breathe. “So what—you send us away and hope he doesn’t follow?”“I’m keeping you alive,” he shouted back,
Aria's POV The day dragged. Everything moved like it was underwater—slow, muffled, distant. People talked to me, smiled at me, even asked if I wanted to spar or take a walk. I smiled back. I nodded. I lied.I was present, but I wasn’t there. I couldn’t be. Not with Julian’s words still slicing through my skull like knives.I checked in on Elena again. She was sitting up now, finally talking, eating. It warmed something in my chest, but even that couldn’t anchor me fully. Not when I knew he’d rip it all apart the second I misstepped.By late afternoon, I was walking the halls aimlessly, trying to clear the weight off my chest, when I felt it—him.Luca.He was leaning by the council corridor, arms crossed, eyes distant. But the moment he spotted me, they sharpened.And then he walked up.Slow. Measured. Watching me closely. “Hey,” he said, casual but not. “You got a minute?”I swallowed. “Yeah, of course.”We walked side by side, no destination, just movement. His shoulder brushed min
Luca’s POV I couldn’t sit still. How could I? She's been acting very weird and tense around me today. My gut wouldn't shut up…something was off.So I went. No guards. No knocking. Her door creaked open like it had been waiting for me, and there she was—sitting on the edge of her bed like she'd just seen a ghost. Or maybe she'd become one.“Aria.”She flinched. Well, that wasn’t a good sign.I stepped in. Closed the door behind me. “What’s going on?”Her mouth opened, then closed. Her hands were wringing the hem of her damn shirt like it might unravel her whole.“I—Luca, I... I followed Julian.”The air stopped in my lungs.“What?”“I followed him,” she said again, like saying it softer would make it better. “He left the pack through a secret door... one I didn’t even know existed. I—I had to see where he was going. I thought... I don’t know what I thought.”“Where did he go, Aria?” My voice was low. Too calm. That scary kind of calm before the shift starts taking over.“To the Sh
Aria's POVI stumbled back. My breath ragged. My body trembling and raw.Two. I’d killed two.I should run. I had to run.I didn’t wait. Not a second more.The second his body dropped, I turned and bolted—mud flying beneath my paws, twigs snapping underfoot, branches whipping across my face. I didn’t care. I just ran.The stench of blood clung to me, thick in my nose, but I forced it back. Focused only on the path ahead.I remembered—thank the moon—I remembered the way I came. The trees, the bend in the hill, that weird crooked stump that looked like a clawed hand reaching out of the dirt. It guided me like a ghost in the dark.My chest burned. My legs screamed. My whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.But I didn’t stop.The pack. I had to get back.I had to tell Luca.Whatever Julian was doing... whatever he was planning with them—he wasn’t done.My breath was ragged, chest still heaving from the run. My fur had barely settled beneath my skin, and my legs were aching like
Aria's POV And I snapped.I felt it before I even realized. A twig. Under my foot. Loud. So loud.Fuck.My whole body stiffened. I didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. My hand shot out, gripping the nearest trunk as if it’d anchor me into silence. Julian froze ahead. I saw his shoulders go rigid, his head jerk slightly.No. No no no no.I pressed myself flat against the tree, heart hammering. He turned his head, eyes scanning the darkness like a damn predator. I could see the tension in his jaw even from here.I didn’t move. Not an inch. Not even to blink.A gust of wind passed. The trees groaned. Somewhere in the distance, an owl screeched.Then… he turned back around. Kept walking.I nearly collapsed with relief. My legs were jelly, my breath caught somewhere in my lungs.But I kept going.Julian wasn’t just taking a stroll. He was leaving the pack. And now I knew he had a secret way in and out.I kept on him. Careful. Real careful. My feet ached, legs burned, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
Luca’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