**ARIA'S POV**I and Tristan both stood up from the floor, and I crouched down to Carl's level.“What do you mean, Carl? I don't understand,”“I said there's a girl I like mom, right here in our pack, she's so beautiful mom and I like her a lot,” Carl replied, laying emphasis on the word 'a lot'“She's a good friend mom and I trust her a lot, I trust her so much,”“Enough!” I snapped, startling both Carl and Tristan.“You're still so little, and you're here /talking about this!”“ Mom,” Carl called in surprise.I could see his bottom lip trembling already, and the tears were already gathering in his eyes. I've never scolded him like this before and I know he was hurt, but I still need to warm him and make him see things.“You can't be talking about trust Carl, you shouldn't trust anyone else apart from I, Tristan and yourself, do you understand!” I said sternly.“You're young, and you know nothing, so just listen to me and forget all this, do you hear me?”Carl pushed my hands away,
Tristan's p.o.v.She sighed continuously and her eyes were liquid with regret. I understood her past trauma had a thing to do with this. It was messing her and everyone close up.“I didn't mean to go about it like this honestly.”I gently covered her hand with my mine. “I know you didn't.”“I always mess things up. I doubt if I've ever being goodluck to anyone or men naturally hate me.”I squeezed her palm softly. “I can't speak for others but I do not hate you.”She scoffed. “Scott hated me. It was probably something I did. Right now, I'm sure Carl hates me too and you're only putting up with me.” She sniffed.“Carl is too young to process an emotion as lethal as hate.” “Maybe. Could we go on with practice? Maybe it would tear my mind off this.”“You don't need a distraction right now. Is this how you intend to run away from all your problems.”“Running away has always done it for me.” She shrugged and cleaned her eyes with the palm of her free hand.“So what do we rather do. Story
ARIA'S POV THE thought of marriage was shoved under the heavy weights of my thoughts and training with Tristan, both were stuck in my mind almost like a tug of war and since I had no way of separating the two, I let them live rent free in my memory.As the day dawned, I walked out to the field way before anyone joined in.I walked better on my reflexes and it was not until later that Tristan arrived, the shock of seeing me out so early was so glaring on his face it was something he couldn't hide."I must say I am surprised to see out so early without being called out." He chuckled. "Tell me did the moon goddess herself pull you out of bed?"I gave a little laugh of my own." Guess you are about to find out." I said stretching myself."Really, let's see about that then." Tristan said "Lest I forget, I don't want you holding back, treat me like I am the enemy.""Is that what you want?" My reply was to shadow box and give a kick mid air so my training started with Tristian kicking
**ARIA'S POV**"Let's begin!" Tristan said.I turned to face the side where the board has already been set, I raised up the gun and aimed it at the board. I took a deep breath in through my nose and let it out slowly; this was it. The moment that I would either have to hit something or get hit by something, and with every shot the chances of hitting something increases exponentially. With my aim steady on the board, I pulled the trigger, hitting the target."Awesome!" Tristan cheered.I screamed in excitement."Did you see that? I did it Tristan, I did it!" I laughed."You did well Aria, you did well, now try getting a few more shots," Tristan said and I nodded.I practiced using the gun again and I kept on hitting the target and when I've had enough, I stopped.I ran to Tristan and I hugged him in excitement.I suddenly realized what I've done and I broke the embrace.I cleared my throat in embarrassment "I'm sorry,""It's fine, you don't have to apologize," Tristan replied.He went
Chapter 48**ARIA'S POV**I sat on my bed, thinking about I and Tristan, we both have a lot in common, even our past sufferings are alike and both our parents are dead too.I can understand more of Tristan's feelings these days due to how similar we both are. Surprisingly, I find myself thinking about Tristan very often."Mom! Mom!" Carl yelled as he rushed into my room."What's it son?" "It's time to train, let's go," Carl said in excitement.I smiled as I looked at him, he's so excited about this training since I said I was going to train him too."Okay okay, let's get going," I took his hand and we both left.We both got outside and I picked up two wooden swords Tristan had made, I gave one to Carl and I kept the other for myself.Staring at the sword brought memories of Tristan to my head, I had watched him make these, he had made them with so much and I couldn't help but admire him for that.I remember telling him about Carl wanting to train and he instantly surprised me with th
CRYSTAL POV I was shocked into numb silence, my heart raced and was aching, I could feel the heat rise to my throat, and the burning desire to bury my face in my hands and cry so hard urged me. But I had to put myself together, I wouldn’t let them see me fall apart, not now, not ever. What will become of a Luna with no child… It's been years! Their words kept echoing in my head… rewinding over and over and over again, with their croaky voices, and old grumbles that stabbed through my heart like a silver arrow. Ridiculous… she’s cursed… she can’t even bear a child, a son is overrated. Everything they were saying became inaudible, and I could only hear my own heartbeat pounding endlessly in my chest. I looked at the elders of the pack around the room, all taunting me, it made me feel sick. I felt dizzy and couldn’t stand the torture any more. “That’s enough!” Scott yelled, shutting them up angrily, he grimaced, then met my gaze. And his eyes were apologetic. Looking at m
TRISTAN POVI searched their faces but none would say a thing. Aria was breathing heavily and glaring at me. A vein in her head threatened to pop and her jaws were tightly clenched. “What's going on here?” I asked again but Aria only marched away angrily. She couldn't even look bad in anger. “What was the issue?” I turned to my Beta asking as it was having a bit of an edge feom heavung her strom away from me right in front of my Beta.My beta cleared his throat. “Aria came here demanding to see you. I told her it wasn't possible and she flared up.”“Did you tell her why?” I asked looking at puzzled and wondering why she had acted that way.“She barely gave me the opportunity.” He saidIn a way I understood what the issue was but could not bring myself to believe it was actually happening after so much of Aria putting up on thick skin about things. Could it be that she was finally starting to come aeouns, could it be that this was just a glimpse of what her jealousy looked like.I s
ARIA'S POVHOW do I describe the atmosphere around us?In one word –Astonishing.There was no better way to describe the feelings I was having as deep down inside my heart I could feel my nerves racing down my blood stream with blood or impulses but rather filled with nectars for the butterflies flipping in my belly.Tristan pulled out a chair and I slipped in. His masculine scent hung heavily above us, I could see that Carmellia was setting the table and kept on throwing glances at me where I was seated.I could read every single emotion on her that was expressive as art from the smirk forming in her lip down the little twitch in eyes. I could sense it in everything because my hormones at that moment were heightened."Oh, goodness what have I gotten myself into." I thought to myself running my temple with my thumb.&nbs