ARIA'S POVAs Dante angrily left, my heart sank. We still had to talk. I needed to know what I was going to do next, but thanks to Linda, we didn't finish talking.I decided to leave too, desperate to get away from the chaos, when Linda suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm. Her fingers dug into my skin, and I flinched."Let go of me. Now!!" I shouted, trying to pull my arm away.Linda's eyes narrowed. "You need to leave. Leave Dante, leave the pack. Just go."I looked at her from head to toe, taking in her perfectly styled hair and designer outfit. This woman who had taken everything from me. My lip twisted in disgust."Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands," I spat. "Ever again."I pulled my arm away and turned to go, but Linda quickly stepped in front of me, blocking my path."You can't talk to me like that," she said, drawing herself up to her full height. "I am the Alpha Luna of this pack. Dante's mate. You must show me respect.”I let out a harsh laugh. "You think I c
ARIA'S POVThe pain in my hand was nothing compared to the ache in my heart as Sabrina's voice cut through the chaos.I was stunned by the hatred in her words. The tears I had been fighting so hard to hold back finally spilled over, hot and shameful on my cheeks. I quickly turned away, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry.But the hits just kept coming. Elder Grayson, his face creased with disappointment, stepped out of the crowd."Young lady," he said, his voice heavy with disapproval, "what you did to Linda was unforgivable. She's with child, for heaven's sake!"The injustice of it all made me want to scream. I looked up at him, my vision blurry with tears. "But I didn't do anything to her," I choked out. "She's lying. Please, you have to believe me."However, looking around at the crowd of hostile faces, I knew it was hopeless. They had all made up their minds. In their eyes, I was the villain, the jealous wife who had attacked a pregnant woman out of spite.Da
DANTE'S POVI couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Aria. Who was this woman?The Aria I thought I knew would never strip down in front of everyone, would never throw away her wedding ring like it meant nothing.As she reached for the door, my feet moved of their own accord, taking a step towards her.But Linda's grip on my arm tightened, and my mother shot me a look that could have frozen hell itself.Did they really expect me to just let her walk out like this? I understood their point, but why did my heart feel like it was being torn in two?As Aria pulled the door open, I held my breath. And then, to everyone's surprise, Adam Griffith, the eldest son of the most powerful pack in the region was standing at the entrance."Adam?" I gasped, my mind reeling. What… what was he doing here?However, that wasn't even the most surprising part. Adam wasn't alone. Behind him stood a small army of wolves, each carrying beautifully wrapped gifts.It was pack custom to bring gifts when visiting
DANTE'S POVThe room fell silent, the tension thick enough to choke on. I wanted to argue, at least try to defend myself and my family. But the words died in my throat as I looked at Aria, pale and trembling in Adam's arms."This isn't over," Adam said, his voice filled with a quiet threat. "Not by a long shot. You had all better pray to the Goddess that Aria and her child are okay. Because if they are not..."He let the threat hang in the air, unfinished but crystal clear. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out the door, holding Aria protectively against his chest.As the door slammed shut behind them, I felt like I was waking from a bad dream. But this was no dream. It was all too real. And as I looked around at the shocked faces of everyone, I realized that Adam was right about one thing:This was far from over. And I had a sinking feeling that the worst was yet to come.I needed a moment by myself to think things through so without a word, I let out a deep sigh and d
DANTE'S POVI was already on my way to the pack's meeting room before the sun had even risen.My head was pounding from a sleepless night filled with worry and fruitless phone calls. As I got closer to the door, I could already hear the heated voices of the elders inside.Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open. The arguing stopped suddenly as all eyes turned to me.Elder Sarah gave me a tight smile. "Alpha Dante, we've been waiting for you."I nodded and took my seat at the head of the table. The way they all looked at me made me feel quite uncomfortable.Clearing my throat, I began, "Uhmm, I know you are all looking for answers. But I'm afraid my investigations haven't turned up much."Elder Marcus leaned forward, his bushy eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean, 'not much'? Surely you must have found out something about this so-called Adam Griffith, right?"I shook my head, frustration clear in my voice. "That's just it. I still don't know if the man who showed up yesterday is a
ARIA'S POVI blinked slowly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the soft light coming through the unfamiliar curtains.For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was or how I had gotten there. Then, as the fog of sleep cleared, I realized I wasn't alone.Gathered around my bed were familiar faces I hadn't seen in years - my father and the highest-ranking elders of our wolf tribe. They all looked at me with a mixture of worry and relief."Aria," my father's deep voice rumbled, filled with emotion. "You're finally awake."I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy and slow. "Dad? What... what's going on?"He leaned forward and took my hand in his. His touch was warm, familiar, yet strange after so long apart. "You've been out for a while, sweetheart. We were starting to worry."Elder Marissa greeted with a warm smile. "It's good to have you back, child. The pack hasn't been the same without you.""Yeah," Elder John chimed in, his usually hard voice softening. "It's been downright boring around
ARIA'S POVThe next morning, I woke up to a rush of activity in my room. A line of female servants walked in, their arms loaded with boxes and garment bags.The room was filled with the soft rustling of fabric and the delicate tinkling of jewelry."What's all this?" I asked, my voice still husky from sleep.Anna, my favourite servant since childhood, stepped forward with a friendly smile. "Good morning, Princess Aria. We are here to help you prepare for the celebration."I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. "I'm not in the mood for dress-up, Anna. Tell them to leave."However, Anna wasn't having it. She gently pulled the blanket down, her eyes filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry, Princess, but your father insists. He wants you looking your best for the guests."I sat up, feeling frustrated as my chest tightened. "My best? Anna, I just lost my baby. How am I supposed to care about looking my best?"The room fell silent as the servants exchanged uncomfortable glances. Anna sat on
DANTE'S POVThe news of the Griffith Alpha King's daughter's birthday celebration spread through our pack like wildfire.Everyone was talking about it, but no one was more excited than my mother. She stormed into my room, her face a mix of confusion and annoyance."Dante, why weren't we invited?" she asked, her voice sharp.I looked up from my book, raising an eyebrow. "How should I know, Mother? Maybe they just forgot about us."She wasn't satisfied with that answer. For the next hour, she paced my room, asking question after question. Why this, why that. It was enough to make my head spin.Finally, when I couldn't give her the answers she wanted, she made a decision that left me speechless. "We have to go," she announced, as if it was the most natural thing in the world."We weren't invited," I protested, putting my book down. "We can't just crash someone else's party. Especially not the Griffith's."She waved her hand casually. "It doesn't matter. We are going."I tried to persuade
ADAM'S POVI was sitting at my desk when the news hit me like a punch to the stomach. The words on the screen didn’t make sense at first, and I had to read them again. “Alpha Mason of the Astral Pack to marry Aria, the Griffith princess of the Blood Moon Pack tomorrow.”The Griffith princess? Aria? My sister?My heartbeat thundered in my ears as the weight of those words sank in. Aria was getting married? To Alpha Mason? “No way,” I muttered, leaning forward, my hands gripping the edge of the desk. My thoughts were racing so fast that I could barely keep up. Why would she agree to a marriage like this?I grabbed my phone and quickly searched for more information. There were already articles popping up, but they all said the same thing: Aria Griffith is set to marry Alpha Mason in the Astral Pack.“No,” I whispered under my breath, shaking my head. This couldn’t be right. I didn’t waste another second. My fingers flew over my phone as I tried to call her. I pressed her name, held
KIERAN'S POV The wedding was set for tomorrow. Tomorrow!The word echoed in my mind like a warning bell. I didn’t have more time. If I waited even a moment longer, it would be too late. Aria would be trapped forever tied to that monster of an Alpha. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let that happen.My plan was dangerous and messy, but it was all I had. Sitting outside the palace in the shadows, I watched carefully, observing everything—the guards, the maids, their routines.It was just after sunset when I spotted her. A young maid walking towards the side door of the palace. She was alone, carrying a tray. Perfect.I moved quickly, staying low, my steps silent. When she turned the corner, I was already behind her. Before she could scream, I grabbed her from behind, one arm around her mouth, the other holding her firmly in place. “Shh!” I hissed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”She kicked and squirmed, her tray clattering to the ground, but I tightened my grip. “Stop and liste
KIERAN'S POV I paced back and forth in the shadows of the old inn, my mind spinning in every direction. How could this happen?Just hours ago, I had been racking my brain for a way to rescue Aria, but nothing made sense. Then, out of nowhere, I heard the strangest news: Alpha Mason was getting married. At first, I ignored it. I didn’t care about his ridiculous celebrations. What did a wedding have to do with me? But then I heard something else. The bride was the Griffith princess of the Blood Moon Pack.I froze the second I heard it. The Blood Moon Pack was legendary, one of the largest and most powerful families among werewolves. Their influence stretched far and wide. If Mason was marrying into that family, it meant one thing: power.But then another thought hit me. Aria.Could it be?I shook my head at first. No, there was no way. I had spent days trying to figure out where they took Aria. There was no mention of a mate or a wedding before now. It didn’t add up. Yet, deep down,
ARIA'S POV I sat on the edge of the massive bed, staring at the walls around me. The room was far too big, far too fancy, and yet it felt like a prison. My mind was a tangled mess, with my thoughts crashing into one another like waves during a storm. What should I do? How do I get out of here?Pacing the room restlessly, I clenched my hands together. My body ached from all the struggling earlier, but I couldn't bring myself to sit still.I instinctively reached for my phone, driven by desperation. My heart dropped when I realized it was missing.Had the soldiers taken it from me when they dragged me here? I let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through my tangled hair. “Of course,” I muttered to myself bitterly. “Why wouldn’t they?”The silence of the room was unbearable. I rushed to the door, banging my fist against it. “Hello? Is anyone there?” My voice was loud, shaking slightly, but no one answered.I banged harder. “I know you’re out there! Don’t pretend you can’t hear me!”
ARIA'S POV The man stood at the far end of the room, his tall figure casting a long shadow under the dim golden light. His face was unforgettable, not because of its strength but because of the scar. A jagged line started at his forehead and ran down to his mouth, pulling one corner of his lips into a permanent sneer. He looked terrifying, like someone who had lived through a war and walked out more dangerous than ever.I swallowed hard as his piercing eyes locked onto mine. His stare felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. Slowly, he began to move, each step measured, like a predator closing in on prey. My breathing quickened, but I forced myself to stay calm.“You’re the princess of the Griffith Pack?” His voice was rough, broken, like every word scraped his throat raw.I froze, the words catching in my throat. Could he tell I was scared? I tried to keep my voice steady. “Yes,” I said, barely above a whisper.His gaze narrowed, suspicion flashing across his scarred face. “P
ARIA'S POV I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My mind was blank. Completely blank.What could I say? My thoughts were a mess, tumbling over one another in a rush of panic. Should I just tell them what my father looked like? No, what if that wasn’t enough? Should I say something about my family? But what if I said something I made a mistake? Would they shoot me on the spot?“I… I don’t know,” I finally stammered, my voice weak and shaky. “I need more time to think…”“Time?” the man sneered, cutting me off. His eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer, the gun still in his hand. “You think we have time to play games? Tell me something now, or I’ll just assume that you’re lying.”“I’m not lying!” I yelled, panic creeping into my voice. “I swear, I’m not! Just give me a second!”The man’s face darkened. His grip on the gun tightened, and my pulse raced.“Think, Aria, think!” I screamed at myself in my head. But what could I say? What would the Griffith princess know that no one els
ARIA'S POV The moment the soldiers charged towards me, my body froze in fear. My injured arm throbbed painfully, but I instinctively pressed it against my side, trying to protect it as I stumbled back. The sharp smell of blood mixed with the sterile hospital air, making my head spin."Don't move!" the leading soldier barked, his voice harsh and commanding.I didn't have much of a choice. My legs felt weak, and the room spun as adrenaline coursed through me.Before I could react, the lead soldier pushed me aside with so much force that I fell to the ground, landing hard on my already aching arm.I winced, biting my lip to keep from crying out. The soldier paid no attention to me. He rushed to the window, leaning out and peering out below."Damn it," he growled under his breath. "Where is he?"The other soldiers crowded behind him, their boots thudding against the floor as they scrambled to get a look."Do you see him?" one of them asked, his voice tight with urgency.The leader didn
ARIA'S POV“Kieran!” I suddenly shouted, “For goodness' sake, they are almost here!”But he didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. His eyes were locked on me, and they were full of something… something that made my heart squeeze. Guilt? Anger? Fear? Maybe all of it at once.The heavy sound of boots thundered closer, with the soldiers’ shouts echoing down the hallway. My pulse hammered in my ears. Kieran didn’t have time. They were coming.Before I could say anything else, the hospital room door burst open, and the professor surprisingly rushed out. His face was pale, and his breathing was laboured, but there was a fierce determination in his eyes.“Get out of here! Both of you!” the professor yelled, positioning himself protectively behind me. His body was thin compared to Kieran’s, but there was no hesitation in his movements. “Kieran, take her and get out of here! Now!”“Professor, no!” Kieran shouted, his voice breaking with raw emotion. “You don't have to do this. We can all leave
ARIA'S POVI leaned against the wall outside Kieran’s hospital room, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The hallway was quieter now, but it wasn’t calm. There was a certain unease that seemed to hang in the air, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen.The faint hum of the hospital’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, blending with the occasional sound of pages flipping or the scratch of pens at the nurses’ station nearby.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a few of the nurses glancing my way, their whispers carrying just far enough for me to hear my name. Some of them giggled, while others seemed more curious, their eyes darting between me and the closed door of Kieran’s room.However, one of them, the nurse who had burst into my room earlier, was different. She was standing at the edge of the nurses’ station, holding a clipboard tightly to her chest. Her eyes briefly glanced in my direction before she quickly looked away, as though she was afraid