ARIA'S POV;
Shaken up? Definitely. Who wouldn't be in my condition? Firstly, I had a one-night stand with a man I thought was just going to come and go, lo and behold, he turned out to be my uncle, my mate and also my professor. How terrible could my life get?. "Hey, little niece, you need to just watch yourself. What happened the other night was a mistake and it won't happen again. I didn't know who you were and I was too drunk to get my thoughts together that night," Ronald said to me as the sun peeked through the curtains, signaling the rise of a new morning. I was in nothing but shorts and shirts, not caring about my appearance since I was more concerned about the fact that he hadn't spoken a word to me since yesterday, the moment we felt the connection and we both knew we were mates. "We are mates. Do you think the moon goddess would have made such a mistake, knowing you're my uncle?” Genuinely confused, I asked, biting my bottom lip while trying my best not to scream out. Just when I thought I'd finally found my mate and could forget more about the night I had with Ronald, only for me to be thrown into a world where he ended up being my mate. Immediately, he stopped in his tracks, his buttons open leaving his chest exposed to me. “Little niece…,” he began to say, fully aware of how much that address only angered me. It was his own way of making me more aware of the relationship between us and our age differences even though I already knew it. “I wasn't so little when you had me screaming and moaning beneath you or when you had your cock buried deep in me while you groaned and asked me to stay with you…,” Smiling, with my eyes twinkling, I closed the distance between us, raising my hand to place it on his chest. He took a sharp intake of breath and closed his eyes while he stood stiff. I no longer felt in control of my body and it seemed like my wolf had taken over, unable to fight the mate bond. “Stop…,” Ronald warned in a guttural voice with his eyes still closed. Rather than getting scared, his voice only turned me on, dropping a heavy weight in the bottom of my belly. “I'm trying…,” I heard myself say in a voice that wasn't mine. I've always heard stories about the mate bond but I didn't realise how strong it was that I was losing control of myself. The air around him had drastically changed and now, he looked murderous with each passing second but I was internally fighting with my wolf, fighting to take control back. My second hand landed on the other part of his chest but immediately, I was pushed aside as distance between us was made. “Get away from me,” he hissed, this time, I could tell the difference between the first time. Unlike before when he sounded unsure, the certainty in his voice couldn't be denied now. My mouth dropped open in shock, my body freezing momentarily while I tried to process what just happened in the span of a few minutes. Now, I was in full control of my body and a few pants escaped my lips. “I’m sorry. That wasn't me, I swear it,” With my lips wobbling as my emotions spiraled, my wolf whining in fear, I asked, raising my head to stare up at him. In his orbs, there was nothing but pity and resentment he held in them which made me fear for what he might be thinking about. “Well, I guess I'll have to do this the hard way. Marblemaw Aria, I hereby reject you as my mate!” And then, he dropped the bomb on me and my heart seared with pain. “No ... .no….,” I stammered, raising my hand to hold the counter to support me. I could barely stand on my feet, my legs shaking while I tried to come to terms with what he had just said. “No, no, you can't just reject me. Please,” I began sobbing, my tears falling without any control. Through my blurry vision, I stared up at him, hoping he was going to take back his words but instead, he only stared at me, with no emotion in those beautiful orbs. I knew I had to come to terms with this, sooner or later but I wasn't just prepared for this rejection. “Be quick with it. Accept the rejection and let's make things easier for you. You don't have to feel obligated again. I already have a mate, my girlfriend,” he continued, staring at me calmly, tapping his fingers on the other side of the counter as he stared at me. At this point, it looked like I was the only one feeling the pain of the rejection. He still stood tall and unbothered, waiting patiently while I wept. Why? Why was all of this happening to me? Just when I thought I'd finally found a connection, I ended up getting rejected and this was only the beginning, because I had no choice but to live with him. “Can you give me some time to prepare myself? Please?” I begged, knowing there was no way out of this but to accept his rejection which was inevitable. Unfortunately, all I got was a calm stare and then a few other words that pierced through my heart. “She will be coming to join us later this afternoon and she will be the lady of this house. Treat her how you would treat me, your uncle,” Ronald added. My head rang and so did my ears, the taste of rejection and pain all bitter on my tongue. Not only was I being rejected but now, I had to live with my replacement in the same house. The more this thought sank in, the more my heart broke and the more my wolf howled out in pain, wanting to take over. After saying his piece, I blankly watched as he walked away, leaving me to crumble and wallow in self-pity. Without even a goodbye, he walked out of the door and yet, here I was, my heart crumbling to pieces. All of my appetite was lost and the only thing I could resort to was to drag my feet back to my room. I barely registered a thing as I continued, not only feeling weak from the rejection but from Ronald's brutality. I didn't realize how much time had passed since I sank into the huge bed but the only thought that ran in my head during that time was how to focus more on my school work, since that was the primary reason I was here in the first place. Just as I was about to wallow in pity, I heard my name being called. “Aria!” Ronald's all too familiar voice immediately had my heart suddenly thrum. The urgency in his voice made me confused, catching me off guard. Was he going to throw me out of his house? Immediately, I threw the covers over me, jumping down from the bed and scrambling to my feet. Without another word, I ran out of my room, heading straight down the stairs. “Oh, you're here. Finally, I want you to meet someone,” Ronald began to say even before I managed to get to the end of the staircase. I raised my head to watch him, before robotically turning my head to stare at the lady who had her hands wrapped possessively around his arm. How could I have forgotten about the introduction he had promised me this afternoon? How pathetic of me! “Aria. It's really you. I'm happy to see you again. We're going to be families!” The lady said with so much familiarity that for a brief moment, I went into shock as I studied her face. Now, I was shocked by the realization of being rejected but not only that, the said mate Ronald had personally picked was none other than my new professor in college, Miss Caroline. “I Marblemaw Aria, accept your rejection,” I said and almost immediately, a more excruciating pain tore through my chest, sending me tumbling to the floor.ARIA'S POV; The feeling of the ever soft bed beneath me and the sun shining directly on my eyes made me grumble, wishing I could skip classes today but it was only the beginning of college and slacking off wasn't an option. I popped one eye open, immediately regretting that decision as the morning sun almost blinded me with its brightness. I shook my head in self pity, mentally scolding myself for not closing the curtains properly the previous evening. Just then, events of yesterday evening came rushing into my head. I rubbed my chest, immediately feeling a slight pain, a reminder of the rejection of my mate I had accepted yesterday. Just as it had come as a surprise to him, judging from the look I saw on his face before I collapsed due to the pain, it had also come as a surprise to me. I didn't plan on accepting his rejection right in front of Caroline, his girlfriend and mate as he had addressed her. The thought of what her reaction must have been had me almost cursing
Aria's POV; "I guess I'll be the only one doing the talking. I'll start with my name. I'm Damien," with one hand on the wheels and the other out the window, allowing the wind to pass through his fingers, golden locks stranger said. One couldn't blame a lady for being too scared to speak in the presence of someone who left her with no choice. The best thing I could do for my safety was to sit up straighter than I ever hand, with my hand protectively clinging onto the seat belt like my life depended on it. Yet, another word from him and I still wasn't saying anything. Even if I wanted to, my mouth wasn't ready to cooperate with me, too scared to speak in front of this psychopath. Yes, although, he called himself Damien, but the best name that suited him was Psychopath. I was thankful that the trip to college was a very short one and I was ready to be out of his car as fast as i could. Judging from my love for sports car, one would have thought I'd happily be free spi
ARIA'S POV; I have never been stared at so intensely in my life compared to the way most of the students have all been staring at me since morning. Every attempt at trying to make a conversation had gone down the drain, thanks to the Bambi sending them death glares. "What is wrong with everyone?" I sighed for the hundredth time on my way to class. It was my second day in college and yet, I was enjoying none of it. I never wished to experience the same thing I had faced this morning ever again. "I'd also like to know," came the answer I wasn't expecting and immediately, I stopped in my tracks. Turning to my side, to see a petite female beside me who had glasses framing her tiny face, with her head in a scattered bun- yes, not a messy but a scattered bun, making me realize there was no intent in trying to make herself look pretty. My smile came freely on my face and I didn't need to fake it again while I walked with her. I was on the way to the last class I had whi
RONALD'S POV; How was I to shatter every illusion she had in her head? What was I to tell her that the man whom she knew as a father was not her father but the same man who was responsible for the death of her biological father? I had to keep this secret from her because it was one thing I owed the man she knew as a father. It was the promise I made to him years ago, never to tell her and it was the same reason I couldn't help but reject her, knowing I couldn't let her know. It pained me to see her smile at others, even making me conscious of our age difference. Bringing Caroline into the picture was a way to caution myself to stay off Aria. Despite the rejection, I could still feel the connection we had, making me know our bond was yet to be fully broken. I wasn't going to be the one to tell her about this secret and neither was I prepared to. Though, I wasn't willing to admit the fact that I wished to build feelings between us first even if I wanted to tell this to her. I
ARIA'S POV I sat on my bed, surrounded by the familiar walls of my room, but my mind was a million miles away. My mind kept drifting back to the scattered paper Ronald had dropped back at the lecture hall- the adoption document that was starting to increase my curiosity and confusion. Why had he not let me pick it up? Why was the same document in my late father's drawer? The questions swirled in my head like a vortex, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. I felt like I was living in a dream, where nothing made sense and everything was shrouded in mystery. Just as I was starting to get lost in my thoughts, I heard the sound of footsteps outside my door. "Aria, dear, your uncle wants to see you downstairs," Caroline's voice called out. I sighed inwardly, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over me. Caroline and I didn't seem like two who were going to see eye-to-eye. She always seemed to be watching me with an air of disdain, her eyes narrowing slightly whenever I walked into the room
ARIA'S POV;The evening air was heavy with the scent of raw food and worn-out silence. I sat at the counter, nursing a bowl of cornflakes, my eyes fixed on the blank wall ahead. My mind, however, was elsewhere, replaying the challenging encounter with Caroline and Ronald earlier that day. The way she had smiled, the way she had laughed, it all seemed so fake, so forced. I couldn't help but wonder what she was really after. Was it just about the rejection or the fact that she felt something was going on between Ronald and I? As I sat there, lost in thought, the sound of the door creaking open broke the spell. I turned to see my said uncle, Ronald, stumble into the kitchen. His eyes were glassy, his hair disheveled, and his smile lopsided. He was drunk, and I could tell it was going to be one of those nights I never thought I'd see. His cheeks were a painted shade of red that made him look funny, yet cute. I didn't say a word, hoping he'd just grab a glass of water and stumble off to
ARIA'S POV; The next morning, I was pumped up and ready to follow the map I had come up with before sleep took me to rest. Unfortunately for me, the kiss with Ronald last night had made it impossible for me to get the sleep I deserved and left me with the option of staring into blankness until my eyes couldn't keep up anymore. "I'm going out," I said to Caroline that morning before leaving the house. Not only was I awkward about being with her after I was almost caught last night, but I still wasn't pleased about her presence here. "Once I get a job, all of this would be over," were the words I used to console myself, feeling pumped to start seeking jobs I could do. Thirty minutes outside and I was starting to regret my decision. The various shops I had gone to claim not to be seeking workers and yet, they'd hire a lady with smaller chest than mine. It was true that my front side was bigger than the average women's size. As a result of this, it had been hard to see
ARIA'S POV; "Are you going to keep staring at my boyfriend?" I hadn't realised Esmeralda was right behind me not until she spoke harshly. In the few minutes I had previously gotten to know, I had easily realised she wasn't someone with the kind of character I'd enjoy. The moment I stared at her, I could see daggers flying from her eyes, straight at me and only if it were real, I'd have been long dead by now. Even after hearing the grunts of pain behind me, I paid it no heed, refusing to be the one to break the stare between us. It was hilarious seeing as she was so prickly when the best she could have done was to not do anything. "Are you just going to keep acting like a b*tch everytime we meet?" This question slipped past my mouth, leaving me with no chance to stop it. Judging by Esmeralda's reaction, she had also been caught off guard. Her mouth went open and then closed repeatedly, raising a shaky index finger at me as she said helplessly, "You...you!" "How m
ARIA'S POV; " Please, can we talk later? Do you promise to call me so we can talk? I'm so sorry about yesterday. I didn't know anything about those things that happened," another string of Damien's apology filtered into my ears for the tenth time that morning. Sleep had been so far from me throughout the night and sharing a room with my mother hadn't been pleasant due to her insistence on trying to get me to talk to her. At times like this, I wondered if she was being inconsiderate and not even giving me time to think about the shocking information I had only gotten to know about yesterday. As I made my way out of Damien's mansion with my luggage in tow, and only one place in mind for me to head to, I ignored Damien who kept trying to talk to me. Call me petty but knowing his parents had a hand in the misfortune of my father and if worse, his miserable death was all shades of angering. Knowing I'd possibly have no choice but to listen to him sooner or later or have hi
ARIA'S POV; I stepped into Damien's room, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. Every bit of confidence I had before stepping into his home crumpled in an instant. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was determined to learn. Damien closed the door behind me and gestured to the pole in the center of the room. "Okay, first things first, we need to get you comfortable with the pole." I was glad there was no form of talk or awkward discussion and we were just going to get right into it. I nodded, my eyes fixed on the shiny metal rod. Damien walked over to me and handed me a pair of high heels. "Put these on. You'll need to get used to dancing in them." I took the shoes and slipped them on, feeling the familiar click of the heels on the floor. Damien nodded in approval. "Good. Now, let's start with some basic moves." I was glad I had chosen to put on a trouser and a crop top before coming here and to avoid me being in an awkward situation. I pulled off my jacket, handin
Aria's pov; "Look me in the eyes and say all you just said now and I promise I'd let you go and would never appear in your sight again," said Ronald, tightening his hand around while but the seriousness in his voice and the air being thick with tension was the only thing that reminded me not to push this further than I already have. I didn't have to turn to look at him to know he was dead serious and this itself was like being monitored and my hands being tied together, unable to do a thing. "Aria, look me in the eyes and say all you just said again and I swear it, I'll let you go," said Ronald for the second time in all seriousness. My hand which I was just about to pull out of his remained frozen, different thoughts and scenarios running through my head. There were only two ways to this thing. If I truly wanted him out of my life and only claimed him to be a buyer, then by all means, I ought to let him go. Instead, I couldn't find myself doing that and it was as if I co
ARIA'S POV; I've always had a thing with laying on the bed and then closing my eyes, fully aware of my surroundings. As best as I could, it was a coping mechanism of shutting myself out from the things I had to face after waking. The smell of disinfectant and drugs hadn't been familiar since the past month when I didn't have to visit my father in the hospital again. I let my eyes remain closed, only letting my ears do the work of figuring out our surroundings and my nose also do a bit of work. Aside the strong smell of disinfectant, there was the scent of Ronald. My stomach flipped just strong fingers I knew belonged to him gently squeezed mine. The last time I had seen him was when he had waved me off to the club and Caroline asking him about an adoption he was yet to tell her. Curious as to what he was going to say while I pretended to be asleep, I laid unmoving, letting his hand squeeze mine in reassurance while trying not to react to the spark between us. There
ARIA'S POV;I walked through the school gates, feeling a mix of emotions. It happened to be my first day back after the accident, and I was nervous about seeing everyone again, not knowing whether the news had spread already.My mind went back to the brief meeting I had with the dean of my faculty earlier this morning. It was a letter reminding me about the part of my tuition fee I had to pay. “Aria Marblemaw, opportunities like this are rare. So, I suggest you try to meet up as best as you can. The college has helped you enough to the best of its abilities and now, you'll have to do the same,” the dean had said to me and every one of her words hit a certain part of me that had pushed me into picking this college and coming here in the first place, far away from home. Thankfully, my mother had gone back home, leaving me to continue my job back at the club but unlike before where the profit had seemed enough, now, I became aware of how behind I was. As I made my way to my lecture ha
KHALEESI’S POV; Darkness slowly carried me and I willingly let it, too weak to fight against it. Shadows floated above me and I fought for my consciousness, hoping to bring myself out of whatever state this was. Forcing my eyes open, I closed them back immediately, trying to get used to the sudden brightness that almost blinded me. I forced them open again, only to see shadows swimming at the edges of my vision, their hands stretching out to me as if asking me to come. Their hands were spread out towards me, inviting me and immediately, I tried to force my eyes open. “Ah!” With a loud gasp, i sat up on the bed, my eyes flew open, my back cold with sweat and a creepy feeling crawling up my spine. The cold that slowly washed over me was none like no other and the odd scent of burning wood happened to wake my senses. Staring around me, the first thing that came in sight was a small traditional pot with a small fire burning at the middle. Slowly, I let my eyes roam towards the
Aria's pov; If you were to ask me years back that how did I picture how my first time making live was going to be, then I was ready to tell you a lengthy story about it. I was prepared to even given out details that were never true but I hoped was going to come true. Each and everytime I had painted images in my head, there happened to be a point where a gentle tweak was going to happen and there after, there was a possibility of everything changing, like a whole new scene. As I sat back on the recliner chair, thinking about the past of the thoughts I had back then when I had no idea that things like this wasn't going to happen, a smile spread on my face just thinking about it. What had I pictured my first time with my lover was going to be? At that period, most ladies my age had all had their fair share of what sex was but yet, there I was, in a whole new fantasy of mine. I had prioritized having these thoughts over going out to experience them myself and then Cole came
Aria's POV; Today was supposed to be my father's burial, where I was supposed to peacefully lay him to rest without any worry but instead, my mind was more on something else. Deep down, I was curious as to how none of my father's relatives had been introduced to me up until his death. A sudden flash of the adoption documents I had accidentally found in my father's drawer came into my mind. Was he adopted? Is that why I haven't seen any of his relatives? Every attempt to ask my mother had been futile since she was still in mourning, finding it hard to cope with the loss of her husband. “Are you going to be fine? You only just entered college, and now, you have to bear this brunt and carry this on your shoulder,” one of the neighboring people I've always known said with a small squeeze on my shoulder. She bent a bit, seeing as I was a few inches taller than her, before taking my hand into hers. Staring into her watery eyes, once again, the bitterness and pain I had be
Aria's POV; Today was supposed to be my father's burial, where I was supposed to peacefully lay him to rest without any worry but instead, my mind was more on something else. Deep down, I was curious as to how none of my father's relatives had been introduced to me up until his death. A sudden flash of the adoption documents I had accidentally found in my father's drawer came into my mind. Was he adopted? Is that why I haven't seen any of his relatives? Every attempt to ask my mother had been futile since she was still in mourning, finding it hard to cope with the loss of her husband. “Are you going to be fine? You only just entered college, and now, you have to bear this brunt and carry this on your shoulder,” one of the neighboring people I've always known said with a small squeeze on my shoulder. She bent a bit, seeing as I was a few inches taller than her, before taking my hand into hers. Staring into her watery eyes, once again, the bitterness and pain I had been desp