ARIA'S POV;"Don't cry for him. He's not worth it!" Doona yelled over the music, throwing her hands in the air as if to buttress her point. Sitting in front of the bartender, with my eyes on the empty shots in front of me, I bit my lip, holding back my tears. "Three years, Doona! He left me because he found his mate," I choked out, trying my best not to cry as loudly as I'd love to. It was hard trying to maintain my composure when my ex-boyfriend, who I'd been with for three years, left me or more like cheated on me after finding his mate. It was hard to believe, knowing we'd both sworn to each other not to break up even after finding our mates. It had all been going well not until this afternoon, when I had caught him with the lady who he called his mate, having a go at it. Being twenty years old, I was still yet to find my mate whom I should have gotten at the age of eighteen. It was one of the reasons I had been in a relationship that long with my ex-boyfriend because we both
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 desperately
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. J
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 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
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 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
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; 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;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. J
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 desperately
ARIA'S POV;"Don't cry for him. He's not worth it!" Doona yelled over the music, throwing her hands in the air as if to buttress her point. Sitting in front of the bartender, with my eyes on the empty shots in front of me, I bit my lip, holding back my tears. "Three years, Doona! He left me because he found his mate," I choked out, trying my best not to cry as loudly as I'd love to. It was hard trying to maintain my composure when my ex-boyfriend, who I'd been with for three years, left me or more like cheated on me after finding his mate. It was hard to believe, knowing we'd both sworn to each other not to break up even after finding our mates. It had all been going well not until this afternoon, when I had caught him with the lady who he called his mate, having a go at it. Being twenty years old, I was still yet to find my mate whom I should have gotten at the age of eighteen. It was one of the reasons I had been in a relationship that long with my ex-boyfriend because we both