DANTE'S POVI stood there, beyond shocked, as Linda's words echoed through the room. Part of me wanted to step in and put an end to this madness. But another part, the part still hurting from the insults and jealousy, held me back.Linda's voice broke the tense silence, each word filled with arrogance and spite. "Well, 'Adam'? Cat got your tongue? Or are you finally realizing that your little game is up?"I watched as Aria's face turned pale, her eyes darting between Adam and Linda. The man who claimed to be Adam Griffith just stood still, his jaw clenched tight."You know," Linda continued, her lips curling into a cruel smile, "Aria thinks she has managed to climb high the social ladder, but she's too dumb to know that she attached herself to some nobody pretending to be a somebody. How pathetic."I felt a rush of anger at her words. Aria might have hurt me, but she didn't deserve this public humiliation. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, Linda pressed on.She turned to
DANTE'S POVI felt shock, confusion, and yes, a hint of jealousy. The Blood Moon Club was legendary. The Griffiths created it.Linda basked in our surprised looks. "Oh, you know," she said casually, "I have my ways.”Mother's eyes were shining with pride. "Linda, darling, this is... this is incredible. Do you know what this could mean for us?"I watched as Linda's smile turned into a cunning expression. "Oh, I know exactly what it means," she said smoothly. "It means that little Miss Aria isn't the only one with connections."As the family gathered around Linda, showering her with attention and asking her questions about the invitation, I felt uneasy.There was something in Linda's eyes, a glint of triumph that went beyond just receiving a sought-after invitation."Linda," I said slowly, my voice cutting through the excited chatter. "What exactly did you have to do to get that invitation?"She turned to me, her smile widening. "Now, now, Dante," she scolded. "A lady never reveals all
DANTE'S POVThe day of the Blood Moon Club gathering had finally come.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the hundredth time. My best suit, dark as midnight, fit like a glove, and I had to admit, I looked good.A knock at the door made me turn. "Dante? Are you ready?" Linda's voice called out.I opened the door and was taken aback. Linda looked stunning in a deep red dress that hugged her curves. She smiled, her eyes sparkling as she assessed me from head to toe.“Well, you certainly look presentable," she said with a playful wink."You don't look too bad yourself," I replied with a smile.A slight blush coloured her cheeks. "Thanks. Come on, we don't want to be late.”She linked her arm through mine as we walked to the car. Once we were both inside, I turned to her. “Linda, I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you absolutely sure that this invitation of yours is legit?"She laughed, a light sound that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Trust me, we're
DANTE'S POV"I believe I was invited," Aria said calmly. "Unlike some people."I winced at the remark, knowing it would only anger Linda more.Sure enough, Linda's laugh was harsh and bitter as it cut through the murmurs of the guests."Oh please," Linda snapped, her face red with anger. "We all know that you are just here to stir up trouble. Haven't you done enough damage already?”The surrounding guests began to whisper, their eyes shifting back and forth between Linda and Aria."Linda," I whispered, grabbing her arm. "That's enough. You should think about why we are here."She shook me off, her eyes fierce. "No, Dante. I am tired of her always showing up, always acting so full of herself. She needs to be put in her place.”Aria raised an eyebrow, her voice filled with disdain. "And I suppose you think you are the one to put me in it?”"You think you've won, don't you?" Linda shot back. "Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. I am sure everyone here knows the truth about you.
ARIA'S POVI stood there, looking very surprised to see Evelyn come to my defense with so much anger, but I was truly grateful for her words.Evelyn had indeed been a close friend of mine as we were both studying under the same design teacher.What the world didn't know was that before I left my pack and married Dante, I had possessed an extraordinary talent for designing jewelry.It was actually I who had been blessed by the Moon Goddess, not Evelyn. But I had chosen to keep my identity hidden, letting Evelyn to bask in the spotlight while I worked in the shadows.Evelyn had learned almost everything from me. Not to brag, but I was literally the best.Our relationship had grown from that of mentor and student to a deep, lasting friendship. And now, here she was, fiercely defending me with all her might.The argument continued to worsen, Evelyn boldly protecting me in front of everyone as her words sharply rebuked Linda. However, Linda wasn't backing down. Her face was red with anger
ARIA'S POVThe night air had become much cooler when Evelyn got a call to deliver some materials as soon as possible. We had spent hours talking, laughing, and trying to forget the drama from earlier.As she gathered her things, she gave me a serious look. "Aria, promise me you'll stay clear of Linda," Evelyn said, her voice filled with worry. "She's just looking for attention, so please don't let her get to you."I nodded, grateful for her advice. "I promise. And thank you, for everything."We hugged, and I watched as Evelyn disappeared into the night. The moment she was out of sight, I felt a chill run down my spine.It was as if Linda had been waiting, because immediately Evelyn left she appeared next to me, her face twisted into a cruel smirk."Well, well," Linda drawled, her eyes glittering with hate. “If it isn't the fraud.”I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself against her insults. "Linda, please. I don't want any more of your trouble."Linda wasn't interested in peace.
ARIA'S POVThe cool night air had helped clear my head, but as I stepped back into the bustling banquet hall, the noise and heat overwhelmed me.I spotted Evelyn sitting at our table and made my way over."There you are!" Evelyn exclaimed as I sat down. "Where did you go off to?"I forced a smile, not wanting to rehash the drama. "Oh, I just had to make a quick call. No big deal."Evelyn's eyes narrowed slightly. "You sure? You look a bit drained.”"I'm fine, really," I insisted, desperate to change the subject. "How was your trip out?"Evelyn's face lit up. "Oh my goodness, you won't believe what happened!" She went on to share a hilarious story about a mishap with her driver and a carton of materials for designing a dress. Soon, we were both laughing so hard tears were rolling down our cheeks."I swear," Evelyn gasped between giggles, "I've never seen cartons move like that in my life!"We were still laughing when a shadow fell across our table. I looked up to see Linda standing the
ARIA'S POVI looked away, desperately trying to gather my thoughts. The answer to his question was right there, on the tip of my tongue, but fear and hurt held it back. I had kept this secret for so long, and now, with Dante looking at me like that, I wasn't sure I wanted to let it go."Aria," Dante said, taking a step closer. "Answer the question."I stepped back, feeling the edge of a table press against my legs. "You have no right to question me about anything, Dante," I snapped, surprised by the sharpness in my voice. "Including this."He shook his head, frustration clear on his face. "Why didn't you say anything when we first met? If you're really a Griffith, why keep it a secret?”I let out a harsh laugh. "You didn't ask to know about me, Dante. What was I supposed to do, introduce myself with my entire family tree?""Oh please, don't be ridiculous," Dante said, his lips curling into a smirk that made my blood boil. "How could the Griffith's youngest daughter possibly be an ordi
ARIA'S POV The room was heavy with silence after Kieran finished his story. The air felt thick, like it was holding onto the weight of his words. I just sat there, staring at him, my thoughts racing. The massacre, the betrayal, the loss of his family—how had he survived all of it? The Kieran sitting before me now, with his calm demeanor and sharp wit, seemed so far removed from the boy who had run for his life.I couldn’t imagine the pain, the guilt, or the fear he must have carried with him all these years. My heart ached for him, and I couldn’t stop myself from whispering, “I’m so sorry, Kieran.”He looked up at me then, his eyes soft but guarded. “Don’t be,” he said simply. “I don’t need pity.”“It’s not pity,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “It’s… it’s just that I can’t believe you’ve carried this alone for so long. You’ve been through so much, and yet you’re still… you.”His lips twitched into a faint smile. “And who is that?”“Someone who tries to make everyone else feel oka
KEIRAN'S POV It was a bright, cool morning, and the air smelled faintly of pine and earth. I remember walking to class with my bag hanging off one shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of my boots crunching against the gravel. Medical school wasn’t just a pursuit—it was my passion. My parents had always encouraged me, their belief in my potential steady as a heartbeat.“Medicine will teach you discipline,” my father often said, his deep voice filled with pride. “It’ll help you understand your people better, to care for them and to lead them.”I smiled at the memory as I walked into the lecture hall that day, the scent of coffee and ink carrying through the air. The room was filled with a quiet buzz of chatter, the sound of notebooks being flipped and pens clicking. It was just another ordinary day—or so I thought.The class had barely started when the teacher’s phone rang. His face, calm and focused just moments before, suddenly clouded over with tension. He glanced at me, then back
ARIA'S POV The room was too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you hear your own thoughts a little too loudly. I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my fingers picking nervously at the blanket covering my lap. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a pale glow on the plain white walls. A faint antiseptic smell lingered in the air, and the soft beeping of monitors in nearby rooms broke the silence.I was still alone. The professor had left hours ago, and though I had tried to relax, I couldn’t stop replaying his words in my mind.“Kieran is our lost prince. And without him, our pack has been suffering.”My head was spinning. Was it really true? Was Kieran really the Alpha heir he described? And if so, why hadn’t he told me? I thought I knew him—or at least, I thought I was beginning to. But now… now I wasn’t so sure.I stared at my phone for what felt like forever, debating what to do. Should I reach out to him? Should I pretend nothing happened and wait for him to
ARIA'S POV The nurse’s voice trembled as she glanced nervously at the elderly man standing beside her. “Professor, I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said hesitantly, “but are you saying the man in the mask is Kieran? The Kieran we all know?”The room fell silent, her words hanging heavily in the air. I looked at the man she had called “Professor.” He had the kind of face that told a story—a face worn by years, with deep lines etched into his skin and eyes that carried a weight I couldn’t quite place. He had an air of authority about him, as though people listened when he spoke without question.I blinked, trying to process what was happening. The Kieran? What did that even mean? And why did it feel like there was so much I didn’t know?The professor’s gaze shifted to me, his piercing eyes studying my face as if searching for answers I wasn’t even sure I had. The nurse, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with nervous energy, her excitement thinly veiled beneath her professional
KEIRAN'S POV The voice stopped me in my tracks, freezing my muscles as if someone had poured ice down my back. I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what to do.“Kieran? Is that really you?” the voice called again, louder this time. It was deep, commanding. A man’s voice. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep my breathing steady. My whole body was tense, like a cornered animal.Why now? Why here?The sound of approaching footsteps made my heart pound harder. Whoever it was, they were coming closer—too close.“Kieran!” The voice was almost right behind me. Just then, I felt a strong hand grab my arm and I stiffened.“I knew it! It’s you!” The voice was sharp, filled with surprise, maybe even a bit of anger.Before I could think, I pulled my arm away and turned around, pushing the man back. He stumbled but didn’t fall, his eyes widening in shock.“Hey!” he shouted. “What’s your problem?”I didn’t wait for him to say anything else. My heart
KEIRAN’S POV Aria’s body hit the ground before I could stop her, crumpling like a puppet whose strings had been cut. I froze for half a second, my mind racing. What had just happened? My heart sank as I rushed to her side and knelt beside her, shouting her name.“Aria! Aria, stay with me!” I called, shaking her gently, but her eyes were closed, her face pale. The sound of her shallow, uneven breaths made my chest ache. She looked so fragile—too fragile.That’s when I saw it—the bite mark on her neck, red and swollen, with faint black streaks spreading out from it. My stomach twisted as realization hit me. The poisonous bats.“No, no, no,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. My fingers were trembling as I touched the mark. The poison was spreading—fast. “Damn it, no.”She was still breathing, but it was weak. “Aria, you’re going to be okay. You hear me? Just…just hang in there.”Without a second thought, I leaned down and pressed my lips to the bite, sucking out as much of t
ARIA'S POV The cave was eerily quiet, and for the first time in hours, we weren’t moving. As I leaned against the damp rock wall, I was grateful for the chance to rest. My legs were on fire from all the crawling, and I didn’t realize how badly I needed a break until we stopped.“This is nice,” I mumbled, more to myself than to Kieran, who stood near the entrance of the passage. He was watching the path we had just crawled out from, scanning the shadows with his sharp gaze.“Don’t get too comfortable,” he replied, his tone serious. “We can’t stay here for long.”“Why not? It’s quiet,” I said, pulling my knees to my chest. “And my legs might actually fall off if I move right now.”Kieran sighed and turned towards me. “Aria, we don’t know what’s out here. This cave might feel safe, but it’s not. We need to find the sapphire and get out of this cursed place as soon as possible.”I groaned, resting my head on my knees. “Fine. Just five more minutes. Pretty please?”“You said that ten min
DANTE'S POV The room was still tense, even after the doctor left. Cynthia had asked the question we were all thinking, her voice sharp and full of disbelief: “Are you serious?” And Dr. Hayes had looked at her with that calm, clinical expression he always wore and said, “Yes. Memory loss is common in cases like this. Give her time. With the right care and support, she’ll probably get better.”But even as he said it, I could see the doubt in his eyes. We had taken Linda back to her room after that, her movements slow and her face blank, as if she wasn’t entirely there with us. She didn’t speak much, just stared at the walls while her parents fussed over her, trying to make her comfortable.I stayed in the corner, silent. What was I supposed to do? Finn was gone, off handling pack business, and it left me standing awkwardly in the shadows, watching this whole mess unravel.It was later that evening when the tension boiled over. Moss, one of the pack's senior healers, knocked softly o
DANTE'S POVThe room smelled like antiseptic and despair. It was small and cramped, with white walls that made everything feel colder. Linda lay still on the bed, her face pale against the hospital sheets. For days, we had been here, waiting, hoping. Her parents, Cynthia and Alpha Gregory of the Red Moon pack, hadn’t left her side. My mother, her eyes hollow from lack of sleep, stood behind them. The tension in the room was a living thing, heavy and suffocating.I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Finn paced near the door, his boots scraping the floor. None of us spoke much. What could we say? Linda had been in this strange state since the fall and none of us understood what was happening.Just then, Linda stirred. It was barely a twitch at first—a flutter of her fingers. Cynthia gasped, clutching Gregory’s arm so hard he winced. My mother straightened, her hand flying to the silver pendant she always wore.“Linda?” Cynthia whispered, her v