Aritzea’s POV
I stormed through the hallway, my brother's words still stinging in my ears. He could handle it? I didn't have to do anything? He didn't trust me. He didn't think I could handle it despite everything. I was a powerful werewolf, not just his baby sister, but his protective stance annoyed me greatly. It was almost like he was implying that I was incapable. Damn! My fist shot out at the nearest thing—a wall, slamming against it. I sighed in frustration, almost shifting into my wolf form on impulse. No. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing while this was going on. If Thorne wasn't going to let me in on the problem, there was someone else I could go to. Elma. If anyone could help me, it was her. My initial urge to shift into my wolf form and sprint through the trees was replaced by a more practical plan. I paused, clenched her fists, and stomped back upstairs to grab the keys to my motorcycle. For now, I couldn't just wolf out whenever I like. Sometimes, being human made things easier. Especially now. Mounting my bike, I took off. The wind howled in my ears, engine rumbling as I tore down the path out of the estate. Elma didn't live closeby like most of the other werewolves. Her place was far enough away that most wouldn't even think of visiting her without a purpose. It was tucked deep into the woods, hidden far away and surrounded by ancient trees that seem to have existed since forever. No one could find Elma if she didn't let them—and that was exactly how Elma liked it. However, I was an exception to the rule since Elma took me almost as a daughter. As the road grew rougher and more tangled, I rode her bike carefully, eventually pulling up to Elma's solitary cabin settled amidst towering trees and under a canopy of stars. The house was simple but old, built from worn wood that blended perfectly with the natural world surrounding it. There was a certain magic to the place—a timelessness that made my racing thoughts slow just by being there. I dismounted the bike, my boots crunching against leaves as I approached. "Elma..." I called pushing open the door. Inside, she found Elma seated cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed, the lines of her weathered face serene. She was meditating. Candles flickered around the room, their gentle light illuminating the herbs, talismans, and artifacts that cluttered the space. This was a familiar sight, Elma was always in a state of meditation, even when she was fully awake. Without looking up, Elma spoke in her usual calm tone, "Come in, child." I stepped inside and crossed the room to sit opposite the healer, exhaling sharply as I crossed my arms. Usually my emotions would be blown cold by the wind after such a long ride, but this time was different. My anger was only getting hotter. "You’re upset," Elma observed, still not opening her eyes. She was like a still lake that could sense the ripples of emotion in the air. "Tell me what troubles you, child." Child. Although I knew this was a form of endearment, at this moment, the word didn't exactly make me feel better. I stared at me for a moment before the words came tumbling out. "It's my brother. They’re all hiding things from me—important things. The hunter situation... Everyone's talking about it behind closed doors, and no one tells me anything. They think I'm not supposed to know about it. And you—" I placed an accusing gaze on Elma, "—there's no way you didn't know. Why didn’t you tell me?" Elma opened her eyes now, locking me in a calm, almost sympathetic gaze. "Yes, I knew." "And you said nothing?" My voice cracked, the frustration bubbling over. "Elma, I'm almost 70. In human years I'd be an elder. You don't have to treat me like I can't do anything." "Ari—" Elma sighed deeply, her voice soft but filled with the weight of understanding. "You are talented—more than talented. You are the best of your generation. We all know this. But it is because of your strength that they fear for you. They don’t want to lose what they treasure. Your brother most of all." "I don’t need protecting. I can handle myself." "I know that, and so do they. But love makes people foolish. It makes them believe that by shielding you, they can keep you safe from the dangers of the world." Elma smiled slightly, but it was a sad smile. I shook her head, the familiar anger flaring up. "I know how to take care of myself, Elma. I can handle this if you would all just let me." "And that is why they will choose you when the time comes," Elma said softly. "When the moment arrives, they will call upon you because they know you are the only one who can handle what is to come." I frowned. I wasn't comforted by the idea of sitting idly till whenever they saw fit to involve me. "Well, I won’t sit around and wait for them to decide when I’m ready." Elma gave me a look of quiet pride before reaching out to hold my hands. I looked straight at her, questions in my eyes. "Your path, child, is not without difficulty. But I trust you. And I trust that you shall be careful and hold on tight to your identity as a daughter of the moon goddess." I quietened, listening to the words of the older werewolf. There was something in the old shaman’s tone that made me pause. Elma wasn’t just speaking of physical danger—there was something else, something unspoken. I grasped Elma's hand firmly. "I’ll be fine. I always am." Elma nodded, but her gaze remained somber. "Take care of yourself, Aritzea. Do not let yourself be lost." I left, the evening air cooling my heated thoughts, though my mind still buzzed with what I had heard. I wasn’t wrong to be angry—I deserved to know, deserved to fight—but Elma’s words echoed in my mind. This wasn't the first time I was attempting something like this... but something told me that this time, things wouldn't be so simple.Lucian’s POV There was something so poetic about walking into my father's domain knowing fully well he despised me. The hall was exactly as I remembered—cold, grand, and drenched in old power. My father sat atop his glamorous throne-like chair that remained from a time when Vampires still considered themselves Kings. Dear Cassius Vaughn had refused to let go of the power that comes with being King and insisted I walk in his very entitled shoes “Lucian,” he said, his frown at my casual suit very apparent. I step forward, offering a slow, lazy bow to the king himself. “Father.” His gaze lingered on me for a bit too long and I could tell what was coming next—an unbearable long lecture. I waited for him to begin, hands tucked into my pockets. “How long do you intend to disgrace your lineage? You’ve had your fun roaming about, but it’s time to return and act like a proper prince.” And there it was. “You're not living up to your status,” he continued, his sharp eyes narrowing. “I
Aritzea’s POV “Ari, I think I kissed a bloodsucker last night.” Selene's words filtered through the phone, taking me aback. What the heck? “Excuse me? You did what?” I blinked rapidly in disbelief staring at the screen. Selene buried her face in her hands. “I didn’t know he was a vampire! I just—I was dared, and he looked good, and he tasted good. Oh, fuck. I'm so lost!” I suddenly felt pity for her, but first, I burst into laughter. “I can’t believe you kissed a bloodsucker.” “I know! He must have been so confused. I ran as soon as I realised though!” “I CAN’T believe he let you.” “I know!!!” I spent the next few minutes consoling her. After all, it was a drunken mistake. Not like my own case…. No! I'm not thinking about him! Selene groaned, dropping into her seat. “I need to erase my memory. Think Elma can get some potion for that?” I laugh, amused. “I'll try to ask her.” “Thanks, Ri. You're my true love.” She blew a kiss to the camera. I chuckled. “Really? Wasn't that
Aritzea’s POVThis was a mistake and I should have known. A terrible, idiotic mistake. I could feel it the second the elders opened their mouths.“Well arrange for you to move closer to Prince Lucian,” one of them said. “To ensure smooth cooperation, that is.”I tilted my head. Closer? What did they mean by closer? As in, the same district? A house nearby? A room in the same building?“And by closer,” another elder continued, oblivious to the rising tension, “we mean she’ll stay at his residence.”His what? No. No fucking way.I turned to my brother, already knowing there was no damn way he was agreeing to this. But again, before he could put in a word, he was cut.His frown deepened even more that it already had and he turned to Lucian“I refuse.” Lucian’s voice seemed serious. Very much unlike how he'd been the entire meeting.I blinked.He leaned back in his chair, looking completely unimpressed. “There’s no reason for her to stay at my house. We can work together just fine without
Lucian’s POVI didn't lock the door out of spite. Okay, maybe a little. It was my car after all.Aritzea rattled the handle again, turning to my slowly, eyes narrowed like she was one second away from launching herself to the driver's seat and snapping my neck.“Is this your twisted little way of asserting dominance?”I stretched out, fingers tapping lazily against the steering wheel. “No, this is my way of explaining the rules.”Her eyes narrowed. I smiled slowly, because frustrating her was already becoming one of my favorite pastimes. She was still pissed about the whole arrangement and this wasn't making things any better.Cute.“Rule one,” I started, dragging the words out, “don't touch my things.”She snorted. “Like I want anything in your dusty old vampire castle.”I ignored that.“Rule two... stay out of my way.”Aritzea leaned back against the seat, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded with boredom. “What next, no curfew?”I smirked. “Would you even listen?”“Not a chance.”Exactly
Aritzea’s POVI stormed down the hallway, my irritation growing with every step.The water in my room wasn’t working. The water. Of all the things that could go wrong, this was what I had to deal with? I’d been prepared for… well, a lot worse when I was told I’d be staying here, but at the very least, I expected basic functionality.It was a minor inconvenience. A stupid, stupid inconvenience. But after the day I’d had, it was enough to send my patience spiraling into the abyss.I marched down the hall, bare feet silent against the polished floors. The house was too big, too modern, all dark glass and sleek minimalism. It felt more like a luxury hotel than a home. Then again, I doubted Lucian saw a difference. After all, all this shiny stuff and yet, apparently, plumbing was where he drew the line.Reaching the study, I lifted my hand to push the door open—only for it to swing inward before I could touch it.“Lucian—”I barely stopped myself from colliding into the person standing t
Aritzea POV "Ugh!" I woke to a dull throb of pain in my head and the cold bite of metal against my wrists and ankles. My mind was as foggy as a forest before dawn, but as my vision cleared, I finally noticed my surroundings. I was bound, shackled in some dark, musty room that reeked of dampness and rot. Where was this? I was utterly confused. The last I remembered was of me leaving early from a party with Selene and her friends with me leaving early. Then how the hell had I come here? My first instinct was to shift into my wolf form, rip these chains apart and find my way back home. But when I tried, I felt nothing. I just realised, my wolf was completely silent, a dull ache where she should have been. At once, I panicked. How was this possible?! What had they done to me? I tried again, more desperately this time, trying my best to summon my wolf from wherever she was. But no matter what I did, it was like reaching into a void. My wolf was gone! The door creaked open and a sl
Lucian POV Desperation. Greed. Filth. The stink of these three was as pungent as always in a place like this. This auction was always a place for people who delighted in the darker pleasures of life. From vampires to humans and the occasional supernatural oddity, they were all the same— vying for their next new toy. I clicked my tongue in disdain, leaning back into my seat, barely paying attention to the latest round of bids. It was all so..... boring. Ah, it seems I have to find a new place. The auction hall had lost its luster to me. It was all the same faces, and the same twisted games. Terribly repetitive, there was no fun in that. "We shall begin the bidding for this beauty...." A new item had probably been brought on to the platform and the buzz of the crowd heightened. It seemed as if a new, more twisted sense of excitement had been injected into them. I tilted my head, a bit curious despite myself, and then, I saw her. A beauty indeed. They dragged her o
Lucian POV ‘Swish!’ The blade sliced through the air with surprising speed aimed right at my heart. Already expecting her actions, I caught her blade just before it could reach me. I looked down, her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the knife mere inches away from my chest. A slow smile spread across my lips. "Impressive," I praised, "But you'll need to do better than that, love." Our gazes clashed, my amusement a complete opposite to the fire of fury in her eyes. She was clearly at loss here, but she was still so defiant as if she had all the odds in her favour. It intrigued me. I released her wrist slowly, the blade slipping from her fingers as it clattered to the floor. She tried to slip away, but I moved faster, grabbing her wrists again as I pulled her towards my chest. "Bastard, get away from me!" She grunted in anger as she glared at me. I ignored her words and gently cupped her face. Her skin was warm, soft beneath my touch. I could feel the rapid pulse of her he
Aritzea’s POVI stormed down the hallway, my irritation growing with every step.The water in my room wasn’t working. The water. Of all the things that could go wrong, this was what I had to deal with? I’d been prepared for… well, a lot worse when I was told I’d be staying here, but at the very least, I expected basic functionality.It was a minor inconvenience. A stupid, stupid inconvenience. But after the day I’d had, it was enough to send my patience spiraling into the abyss.I marched down the hall, bare feet silent against the polished floors. The house was too big, too modern, all dark glass and sleek minimalism. It felt more like a luxury hotel than a home. Then again, I doubted Lucian saw a difference. After all, all this shiny stuff and yet, apparently, plumbing was where he drew the line.Reaching the study, I lifted my hand to push the door open—only for it to swing inward before I could touch it.“Lucian—”I barely stopped myself from colliding into the person standing t
Lucian’s POVI didn't lock the door out of spite. Okay, maybe a little. It was my car after all.Aritzea rattled the handle again, turning to my slowly, eyes narrowed like she was one second away from launching herself to the driver's seat and snapping my neck.“Is this your twisted little way of asserting dominance?”I stretched out, fingers tapping lazily against the steering wheel. “No, this is my way of explaining the rules.”Her eyes narrowed. I smiled slowly, because frustrating her was already becoming one of my favorite pastimes. She was still pissed about the whole arrangement and this wasn't making things any better.Cute.“Rule one,” I started, dragging the words out, “don't touch my things.”She snorted. “Like I want anything in your dusty old vampire castle.”I ignored that.“Rule two... stay out of my way.”Aritzea leaned back against the seat, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded with boredom. “What next, no curfew?”I smirked. “Would you even listen?”“Not a chance.”Exactly
Aritzea’s POVThis was a mistake and I should have known. A terrible, idiotic mistake. I could feel it the second the elders opened their mouths.“Well arrange for you to move closer to Prince Lucian,” one of them said. “To ensure smooth cooperation, that is.”I tilted my head. Closer? What did they mean by closer? As in, the same district? A house nearby? A room in the same building?“And by closer,” another elder continued, oblivious to the rising tension, “we mean she’ll stay at his residence.”His what? No. No fucking way.I turned to my brother, already knowing there was no damn way he was agreeing to this. But again, before he could put in a word, he was cut.His frown deepened even more that it already had and he turned to Lucian“I refuse.” Lucian’s voice seemed serious. Very much unlike how he'd been the entire meeting.I blinked.He leaned back in his chair, looking completely unimpressed. “There’s no reason for her to stay at my house. We can work together just fine without
Aritzea’s POV “Ari, I think I kissed a bloodsucker last night.” Selene's words filtered through the phone, taking me aback. What the heck? “Excuse me? You did what?” I blinked rapidly in disbelief staring at the screen. Selene buried her face in her hands. “I didn’t know he was a vampire! I just—I was dared, and he looked good, and he tasted good. Oh, fuck. I'm so lost!” I suddenly felt pity for her, but first, I burst into laughter. “I can’t believe you kissed a bloodsucker.” “I know! He must have been so confused. I ran as soon as I realised though!” “I CAN’T believe he let you.” “I know!!!” I spent the next few minutes consoling her. After all, it was a drunken mistake. Not like my own case…. No! I'm not thinking about him! Selene groaned, dropping into her seat. “I need to erase my memory. Think Elma can get some potion for that?” I laugh, amused. “I'll try to ask her.” “Thanks, Ri. You're my true love.” She blew a kiss to the camera. I chuckled. “Really? Wasn't that
Lucian’s POV There was something so poetic about walking into my father's domain knowing fully well he despised me. The hall was exactly as I remembered—cold, grand, and drenched in old power. My father sat atop his glamorous throne-like chair that remained from a time when Vampires still considered themselves Kings. Dear Cassius Vaughn had refused to let go of the power that comes with being King and insisted I walk in his very entitled shoes “Lucian,” he said, his frown at my casual suit very apparent. I step forward, offering a slow, lazy bow to the king himself. “Father.” His gaze lingered on me for a bit too long and I could tell what was coming next—an unbearable long lecture. I waited for him to begin, hands tucked into my pockets. “How long do you intend to disgrace your lineage? You’ve had your fun roaming about, but it’s time to return and act like a proper prince.” And there it was. “You're not living up to your status,” he continued, his sharp eyes narrowing. “I
Aritzea’s POV I stormed through the hallway, my brother's words still stinging in my ears. He could handle it? I didn't have to do anything? He didn't trust me. He didn't think I could handle it despite everything. I was a powerful werewolf, not just his baby sister, but his protective stance annoyed me greatly. It was almost like he was implying that I was incapable. Damn! My fist shot out at the nearest thing—a wall, slamming against it. I sighed in frustration, almost shifting into my wolf form on impulse. No. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing while this was going on. If Thorne wasn't going to let me in on the problem, there was someone else I could go to. Elma. If anyone could help me, it was her. My initial urge to shift into my wolf form and sprint through the trees was replaced by a more practical plan. I paused, clenched her fists, and stomped back upstairs to grab the keys to my motorcycle. For now, I couldn't just wolf out whenever I like. Sometimes, being h
Aritzea’s POV The moon hung high above the villa, casting an eerie silver glow over everything, making the shadows seem deeper, more threatening. My heart pounded against my ribs, my mind turning blank as I stood, frozen. The mutilated body at my feet was unrecognizable, a horrifying pile of flesh and bone, twisted in ways no living thing could ever be. The blood soaked the stone steps, dark and slick, seeping into the cracks like it had always belonged there. Then, the scent hit me hard— blood and death— and along with it, a horrifying thought. My sister! Without a second thought, I bolted past Thorne and into the house, the door slamming behind me with a loud bang. "Laura!" I took the stairs three at a time, heart racing, my mind filled with fear. Not her. Please, not my sister. "Laura!" I screamed again, louder, my voice cracking as panic clawed anxiously at my throat. I could hardly breathe as I ran through the dark hallway to Laura's room, my body moving on pure instin
Aritzea POV I was still fuming by the time I left the banquet with my brother. The nerve of that damn vampire—walking up to me like we were old friends, then leaning in close as if… Damn! The smirking vampire had somehow managed to make a fool of me without even trying. He had teased me—played with ne like a cat toying with its prey—and I'd just stood there, frozen like an idiot. I should have punched him. Right there! ‘Or at least done something’, I thought bitterly. I'd had never let anyone get the upper hand like that. Not vampires, not even my stubborn brother. Yet that infuriating vampire had made me feel...off balance. And worse—my wolf wasn’t helping! Every time I thought of his smug, lazy smile, there was a flicker of something, something I didn't want to acknowledge. It wasn’t just anger. It felt like a pull, maybe. Something primal. And this little whore that was my wolf kept bringing back the thought of him— his scent, his voice, the way he— Nope, stop. Absolutely no
Aritzea POV Him. The man from the auction. The one who should have been dead, had I not been a fool to leave him alive. I bit the inside of my cheek as our eyes met, his gaze calm, almost smug, like he enjoyed seeing how frustrated I looked. He raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to react. Fuck. I looked away instantly. This man was dangerous. Very dangerous. He didn't give off any scent, not even a trace. Not werewolf, not vampire, not human—nothing. How was that even possible?! I was a werewolf. And my extra keen senses meant I should have picked up something, anything, but there was only emptiness. And why the fuck was he following me around? I stopped in my tracks, turning round to face him. "What the hell do you want?" I asked, my voice sharp. He looked like my annoyance very much pleased him. His stance was casual, a faint smile tugging on his lips as he met my gaze. "I came to find you," he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. I crossed