Chapter Sixteen Aaron’s POV My eyes blazed with a furious fire as I surveyed the scene before me. Maya, my beloved pet, stood trembling with a bleeding forehead, a stark contrast against her pale shivering skin. I reined in Stormy which is the name of my big black horse, my knuckles whitening against the leather straps."Mason, I asked you to bring her back, not to hurt her! How dare you harm my pet!" My voice thundered across the clearing, cutting through the tension like a knife. The anger in my voice sent shivers down the spines of everyone present in my private horse ranch.Mason, his face contorted with guilt, shuffled nervously before my seething gaze. I hadn't anticipated the extent of my rage. "I-I didn't mean to,Alpha Aaron. It was an accident," he stammered, his voice barely audible amidst the weight of the situation.My rage was uncontainable. With a swift movement, I dismounted from my horse Stormy, the sheer force of my anger making the ground seem to tremble beneath
Chapter SeventeenMaya's POV My heart raced as I sat atop the majestic black horse, the wind tugging at my hair. Behind me, Aaron's strong arms wrapped around my waist, his touch sending shivers down my spine. With a mischievous grin, Aaron leaned in, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered something that made my cheeks flush.“Save your voice , you will need it for a different kind of scream “ he said and I knew what he was talking about .Annoyance welled up within me, and I turned to give him a piercing glare. But before I could muster my words, our faces accidentally collided, and our lips brushed against each other. Time stood still as an electric current surged between us, leaving us both breathless.My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of surprise and anticipation swirling within me. I averted my gaze, suddenly feeling shy, my cheeks burning with a crimson hue. Aaron's scary voice broke the silence, his words dripping with amusement, "This is the second time you are try
Chapter Eighteen Maya's PoVMy heart raced as the heavy storm became so intense that it made me and Aaron all wet to the bone as our clothes cling to our body, I didn't say a word again as we finally reached the small cosy place that looks like an inn. Finally, we entered the cosy single room in the midst of nowhere.Our breaths were ragged, our clothes clinging to our bodies like a second skin. As we sought refuge in the room, we left the big black horse Stormy outside under the little balcony of the Inn. Aaron gave his house a little tap before he led us inside. I wanted to turn and started running, it was just a thought but Aaron spoke.“Don't even think of that” “I wasn't thinking of running in this heavy scary storm” I said defensively while crossing my arms. Aaron gave me a pointed look and with a sigh of relief, Aaron shrugged off his jacket, his movements deliberate and focused. He knelt by the fireplace, his strong hands deftly arranging kindling and logs. I watched h
Chapter Nineteen Maya's POVExhaustion washed over me, my body and mind craving rest after the intense events of the day. "I think I just want to lie down and sleep," I murmured, my voice a weary whisper.But as I moved to approach the small bed in the corner of the room, Aaron's authoritative voice stopped me in my tracks. "No, Maya. You'll sleep on the rug."I turned to look at him, confusion evident in my gaze. Surely, he was joking, wasn't he? I chuckled weakly, thinking it was a jest borne out of the surreal situation we found ourselves in.His expression remained serious, resolute. "I mean it. Lie down on the rug. I'll take the bed ."I blinked, taken aback by his unwavering determination. His words hung in the air, and it became clear that he wasn't joking at all. He expected me to sleep on the floor while he took the bed. A mix of disbelief and frustration swirled within me. Hadn't we just weathered a storm together? Hadn't he just tended to my wound with care?As if sensing
Chapter TwentyMaya’s POVAs Aaron reached his imposing mansion and dismounted from the horse, a palpable tension seemed to radiate from him. His authoritative presence was undeniable, and I watched as he barked orders to his soldiers, his voice carrying an air of command that brooked no disobedience. He instructed them to take me to my room and ensure that I didn't escape again, the threat of dire consequences hanging heavily in the air.“I will cut off your necks if she escapes “ he simply said before walking away without a single glance my way, as if I don't exist. Fear gripped me, a cold hand squeezing my heart as I was led back to my room by the soldiers. The weight of his warning settled heavily on my mind—I had seen the determination in his eyes, the promise that he wasn't to be trifled with. The mention of him cutting throats sent shivers down my spine, and a sense of foreboding settled within me.Once in my designated room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched
Chapter Twenty One Maya’s POV “What’s your name please “ I asked her and she answered with a straight face “Maria” I looked up at Maria, and the elderly maid who came to pick up my dinner. "Hey, Maria," I said, my eyes reflecting a mix of determination and anxiety."Evening, Maya. You need to eat more," Maria replied with a warm smile.I hesitated for a moment, then decided to share my concerns. "Actually, Maria, I need a favour.""Sure, anything you need. Just let me know," Maria assured me, setting the tray down.I lowered my voice, creating an air of secrecy. "I've been thinking about leaving this mansion. It's suffocating, you know? Do you think you could help me escape?"Maria's eyes widened, caught off guard. "Maya, you can't just leave. Alpha Aaron wouldn't allow it.""I know, but I can't stay here any longer. It's like a prison," I whispered, my eyes pleading.Maria sighed, torn between her duty and empathy. "I wish I could help, but it's impossible. If I'm caught assis
Chapter Twenty Two Maya’s POV “Maybe I should howl and shout for help” that was the first thing that came to my head and I went for it. My shouts pierce through the room as I leap onto the bed, attempting to emulate the eerie howls of my werewolf. The loud sounds of my shoutings and of my cries fills the space, but an unsettling silence engulfs my solitude. No one comes, and no knocks resonate against my door. The desperation in my voice seems to be absorbed by the walls, leaving me alone in the symphony of my own emotions.I leap off the bed, frustration etched on my face. Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting shadows that dance along with my turbulent thoughts. I pace, the weight of unspoken words pressing on my shoulders.As the imaginary werewolf's cries linger in my mind, I yearn for a connection, someone to share the intensity of my emotions. The silence mocks me, amplifying the emptiness in my heart.“Why is Alpha Aaron doing this to me? Is it not better for h
Chapter Twenty Three Aaron’s POV I need to fuck now, hard and rough.Bored and tired of torturing and working all day which did nothing to make me stop thinking about my ginger-red haired prisoner. Maya is simply an unfortunate omega who found herself caught up in the web of my plans, the perfect bait to rage war against her dumb father, neighbours Alpha and the whole Moonlight Pack but she turns out to be so much when I look into her profile when I was at the office.She is meant to be just a pawn in my game of chess but I’m beginning to get excited by her noble and strong personality , proud like a queen and arrogant and spoiled like one too after obviously living a sheltered life till now. I emptied my scotch and hit the bar in my pleasure room , waiting for Beta Connor to get me the whore I’m going to be fucking tonight. “She’s so beautiful” I heard my werewolves soldiers whisper among themselves when the Omega Maya was abducted and I made sure they all saw what I did to that d
Chapter Thirty Eight Maya’s POVApproaching Alpha King Aaron at his extravagant party, my heart raced with fear. "I-I'm so sorry," I stammered, anxiety tightening my voice. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to spill the food."Aaron's stern expression intensified, sending shivers down my spine. "Do you understand the consequences of your actions?" he growled, his tone cutting through the buzzing background of the party.Fear etched across my face, my eyes wide with trepidation. "Please, Alpha King Aaron, I didn't mean any harm. It was just clumsy of me."The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. My heart raced as I awaited Aaron's response, expecting the worst.Unexpectedly, Aaron's hand reached for his pocket, pulling out a pristine white handkerchief. The guests gasped, astonished at the sight of the ruthless king showing an uncharacteristic gesture of compassion.Without a word, Aaron gently wiped away the food from my face, his touch surprisingly tender. A col
Chapter Thirty Seven Maya’s POV The corridor, once a refuge, was disrupted by the looming presence of Alpha Aaron, the host of the extravagant party. As he approached, a sense of authority radiated from him, his sharp gaze taking in the scene – a drenched me, wrapped in a borrowed tuxedo coat, and Declan, standing like a shield against the turmoil that had marred the evening.Alpha Aaron's expression darkened, his alpha instincts sensing the tension in the air. A low growl escaped him, a visceral manifestation of the anger brewing beneath the surface. His eyes, usually warm and welcoming, now bore into the room with an intensity that sent shivers down our spines."What's going on here?" Alpha Aaron's voice, a thunderous command, sliced through the corridor, demanding an answer to the disturbance that dared to interrupt his meticulously planned party. The room, once filled with whispers, fell silent in the wake of his question.Stella and Jacob, who had briefly bowed to the son of th
Chapter Thirty Six Maya’s POV The echo of my pounding heart resonated through the kitchen as I took a step back, the sudden presence of Stella sending ripples of fear through me. Before I could comprehend what was happening, her grip tightened on my hair, yanking me backward. Pain shot through my scalp as I stumbled, desperately trying to regain balance.The glasses I held, remnants of the party's revelry, slipped from my grasp, shattering on the unforgiving floor. The crash reverberated like a discordant symphony, drawing the attention of the entire room. Time seemed to freeze as the fragments scattered around me, a chaotic dance mirroring the shattered pieces of my composure.The drinks I had so carefully prepared cascaded down, drenching me in a cold, humiliating embrace. A stunned hush fell over the party as the liquid dripped from my hair, down my face, and soaked through the fabric of the chef's coat. Every eye in the room turned toward me, a collective gasp punctuating the aw
Chapter Thirty Five Maya’s POV After almost dying , I was left with no choice as I hurried around the kitchen, making sure the drinks were just right, and adding those final touches to the food spread. The party sounds drifted in, mixing with the clinks of glasses and laughter. Amidst the festive chaos, I couldn't shake the idea of escaping.While arranging appetisers, my mind started to sketch an escape plan. The urge to slip away grew stronger, but something held me back. Declan's face kept popping into my head, disrupting the exit strategy forming in my mind.The memory of Declan stirred a storm of emotions. His eyes, mysterious yet warm, seemed to linger in the air around me. I shook my head, trying to break free from the enchantment threatening to derail my focus.The party's energy surged, engulfing me in a sea of joy. But I found myself torn between the allure of secrecy and the magnetic pull of Declan's image. Lost in my thoughts, my hands paused mid-air, and the kitchen buz
Chapter Thirty Four Aaron’s POVMaya's eyes fluttered open, a newfound vitality coursing through her. The room, once shrouded in concern, now bathed in a warm light as life returned to her. She sat up, greeted by the concerned gaze of Declan. A shy smile played on her lips as she acknowledged him, her gratitude evident."Thank you for saving me," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. Declan returned her smile, a reassuring presence in the aftermath of the tumultuous events.However, before Declan could respond, Nina, who had been observing the scene with a certain impatience, rolled her eyes. "I'm the one who saved you," she declared, her tone tinged with annoyance. Maya, realising her oversight, lowered her head and directed her gratitude towards Nina."Thank you," Maya said softly, but Nina, seemingly uninterested, brushed past her without acknowledging the gratitude. With a dismissive air, Nina made her way toward the door, her focus shifting from the healing moment to t
Chapter Thirty Three Aaron’s POV In the chaotic ambiance, I found myself urging those around me to disregard Maya's sudden collapse. "Let's not be held back, we're heading to the party," I declared with a sense of urgency. My plea, however, fell on stubborn ears as Declan, unyielding, resisted the call to revelry. Swiftly, without a moment's hesitation, he scooped up Maya's limp form, cradling her in my arms like a delicate bride.The party's distant sounds faded as he carried Maya to a quiet room, the gravity of her condition sinking in. Gently placing her on a nearby surface, I felt a rush of responsibility but I don’t have conscience and don’t care about anything that happens to her.Declan’s phone emerged from his pocket, fingers dialling swiftly to summon a doctor to her aid. The urgency in his voice mirrored the concern etched on my face as he navigated through the medical call.Observing this unexpected turn of events, wore an expression of puzzled curiosity. With a flicker
Chapter Thirty TwoAaron’s POV In the aftermath of the unsettling encounter with Maya, I turned abruptly, my eyes scanning the vast expanse of my rooftop garden. The sharp clang of my bow hitting the ground echoed through the tense air. Maya, trembling from the ordeal, remained bound to the target, her tear-streaked face a testament to the cruelty she had endured.In that charged moment, I shifted my gaze, my cold eyes narrowing as I surveyed the vast rooftop. The faint hum of a helicopter's blades reached my ears, disrupting the peace of my private space. The audacity of someone daring to interrupt my carefully curated ball fueled a simmering rage within me."Who dares to disturb my sanctuary?" I bellowed, my voice a thunderous command that reverberated across the rooftop. The head maid, still lingering in the shadows, took a step back, her eyes avoiding my piercing gaze. My eyes, once red with fury, now burned with a different kind of intensity—an unyielding demand for answers.As
Chapter Thirty One Aaron’s POV Perched in my grand chair on the rooftop garden, I indulge in the decadence of a cigar, its smoke intertwining with the night air. The city below, a mesmerising tapestry of lights, serves as a backdrop to my calculated actions.My fingers glide over the sleek bow, arrows catching the moonlight menacingly. The prisoners below quiver, their fear palpable. I speak, my voice commanding obedience, as the sharp arrows find their marks with lethal precision. Each release is a declaration of my unyielding dominance.Emotion hangs heavy in the air—a potent mix of fear and adrenaline. The rooftop transforms into a stage for the unfolding drama, a dark ballet of cruelty. I revel in the power, a wicked grin playing on my lips, yet beneath the facade, a subtle vulnerability lingers.Suddenly, the head maid, the mistress of the house, emerges from the shadows. Her presence demands respect, and with a bow, she interrupts my sinister amusement. "Alpha," she begins, he
Chapter Thirty Maya’s POVShe sighed, as if sharing a burdensome secret. “The chef, unfortunately, has taken ill and you forgot to give him an invite on time so that he can make another arrangement. It appears you'll be handling the culinary responsibilities for the grand ball tonight.”A wave of disbelief washed over me. The responsibility of preparing an extravagant feast for the distinguished guests now rested solely on my shoulders. Despite my culinary prowess, the weight of the task felt daunting.The head maid’s stern expression returned, her gaze piercing. “I hope you understand the gravity of the situation. You cannot afford any mistakes. This is a crucial event for the mansion, and any blunders will be unforgivable.”With a nod, I acknowledged the gravity of the situation, determination overshadowing the trepidation that threatened to consume me. The head maid lingered for a moment longer, her eyes scrutinising my every move. Then, with an abrupt turn, she headed towards the