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
DANTE'S POVAs I watched Aria leave with Evelyn, I felt a lot of things. Anger? Frustration? Regret? I couldn't quite define it, but I knew one thing for sure – I wasn't happy. Not by a long shot.Linda moved closer to me, her perfume overwhelming the stuffy air of the hall. "I didn't like the way you shouted at me, Dante," she said, her voice seething with anger.I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Maybe you should think before you speak, Linda. Your words can cut deeper than you realize."She scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, please. Don't tell me this is all because of that... that nobody."I didn't answer. Couldn't answer. The pained look image on Aria's face was seared into my mind, making my chest tighten uncomfortably. Without a word, I started walking back to our table, with Linda's heels clicking annoyingly behind me.As she gathered her things, Linda suddenly cleared her throat, "It's such a pity we didn't get to meet the Griffith's youngest daughter.
DANTE'S POVFinn nodded, his eyes wide. "Yeah, can you believe it? The Moon Goddess's gift, right there for the taking. Well, if you've got deep enough pockets, that is."My mind raced. The Tears of the Moon Stone was legendary in the kingdom. Said to hold great power, it was the subject of bedtime stories and ancient prophecies. And now, somehow, it was up for auction."How the hell did the Griffiths get their hands on that?" I muttered, speaking more to myself than to Finn.Finn shrugged. "No idea, but it's legit. I double-checked with my sources."I sighed and leaned back in my chair.The Tears of the Moon Stone... could it be the answer to all my problems?"So," Finn said, breaking into my thoughts. "What do you say? Are we going?"I looked at him, then at the clutter of papers on my desk. Then I thought of the Tears of the Moon Stone, and the power it could bring."The Tears of the Moon Stone, huh," I said slowly. Finn nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.After a m
DANTE'S POV"Looking for me?" I repeated, taking a step backward. "Why? What's going on?"She hesitated, her eyes searching mine, then suddenly closed the distance between us. Her lips met mine in a surprising kiss.For a moment, I froze and my mind was spinning. This was not what I had expected.I should have pulled away, but then her hand slipped down, brushing against my dick, and all thoughts of stopping went right out the window."Damn it, Linda," I muttered as I grabbed her, kissing her back with a fierceness I didn't know I had in me.Her body pressed against mine, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered. But then reality snapped back, and I pulled away, breathless."We really shouldn't be doing this," I panted, stepping back. "Linda, you're pregnant. This... it isn't right."She just smiled at me, and without a word, she started unbuttoning her shirt.I quickly turned away. "Linda, stop," I mumbled, my voice strained. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"Bu
LINDA'S POVI woke up to the early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, my body still warm from last night's passion.As I stretched, I realized that Dante was already gone. A small frown creased my forehead, but I pushed away the disappointment. After all, I was the one in his bed now, not Aria.A smug smile played on my lips as I remembered the way Dante had touched me, the hunger in his eyes. It wasn't love, not yet, but it was a start. I knew I still had work to do to erase Aria from his heart completely, but I was patient. I could wait.My phone vibrated on the nightstand, interrupting my thoughts. I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. The name that flashed up made my heart skip a beat.It was Jake, the investigator I had hired from the Black Moon pack.I answered quickly, my voice still husky from sleep. "Jake? What's up?""Morning, Linda," Jake's rough voice came through. "Sorry for waking you up, but I figured you would want an update."I sat up, sudden
ARIA'S POVI arrived at Adam's company and saw that the place was bustling, filled with people in suits and hurried voices. Everyone seemed to have somewhere important to be.As I headed to his office, I was greeted by a few familiar faces – Adam’s receptionist and a couple of his top executives gave me polite nods.I kept my head high, even though I was feeling anything but calm. When I finally got to Adam's floor, I was met by yet another friendly face, Adam’s personal secretary, Tina.“Princess Aria,” she greeted warmly. “I didn’t know you were coming today. Alpha Adam’s in his office — do you need me to let him know you’re here?”I shook my head, offering a small smile. “No need, Tina. It's a surprise visit, so I’ll just go in.”I didn’t give her time to protest as I walked past. I knew Adam’s company like the back of my hand; I had been here enough times, so I knew exactly where I was going.Finally, I got to his office, and without bothering to knock, I pushed the door open.Ada
ARIA'S POVThe auction hall was buzzing with excitement as I quietly made my way into the shadows, feeling both excited and nervous.It was finally the day of the auction, and the room was packed with all the faces I had expected and some I hadn’t.The tension in the atmosphere was thick. Everyone was here for one thing, and one thing only: the Tears of the Moonstone.From my corner, I watched them all. They were gathered in small clusters, speaking quietly but with intensity, discussing in hushed whispers about the artefact.There was a sense of desperation, almost greed, that filled the room, as if the Tears of the Moonstone was more than just a piece of jewelry. To them, it was power, magic, something that could change everything."I heard it enhances the speed of werewolves," one man murmured to another, his voice barely audible but filled with certainty. He was tall, with silver-streaked hair and a suit that screamed old money. "Stronger too. The kind of strength you don’t get fr
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
KIERAN'S POV When Aria left the room and the door closed softly behind her, an eerie silence settled in. The kind of silence that pressed down on your chest, making it difficult to breathe. For a moment, I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My hands were tightly clenched at my sides, my breath shallow as I stared at the floor.This was my first real confrontation with the professor in three years. Three years of running. Three years of hiding. And now, here he was, standing before me, the man who had once been a constant in my life—a teacher, a mentor, someone I had trusted.“Kieran,” he said softly. “How have you been? Are you okay?”I didn’t look at him right away. I couldn’t bring myself to. Instead, I let my gaze wander to the window, where faint streaks of light filtered through the blinds. His voice sounded older, weaker than I remembered. The strength that had once defined him was gone, replaced by something… fragile.When I finally turned my head to really look at him, the sight shoc
ARIA'S POV The moment Kieran told me to stay back, I knew that something wasn’t right. His tone was sharp, his body tense, as though bracing for something… dangerous. My stomach churned with unease, and I sat up on the bed, clutching the blanket tightly.“Kieran,” I called softly, hoping he would turn and give me some reassurance. “What’s going on? Who is it? Please, talk to me.”He didn’t answer. He didn’t even glance back at me.The silence felt heavy, like it was pressing down on my chest. I swallowed hard, the stillness making my nerves feel like they were on fire. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Why wasn’t he moving? The longer he stood there, frozen in place, the more my anxiety grew.“Kieran,” I tried again, this time louder, my voice shaking slightly. “I feel fine now. I don’t need to stay here anymore. Let’s just go. Please.”Still, no response. He was so focused on whoever was at the door, it was as if I didn’t exist. I shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the room as i
ARIA'S POV I stared at him, not sure of how to respond. Part of me wanted to brush it off with humor or sarcasm—it’s how I always dealt with uncomfortable moments. But another part of me felt like this was important, that he deserved a real answer.Well, trust me to listen to the first part of me.Without thinking, I smiled awkwardly and said, “I saw that the nurse was pretty excited earlier. Isn’t this giving you both a chance to be alone?”The words were out before I could stop them, and I immediately regretted it. Kieran’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at me.“What?” he asked, his voice filled with both confusion and disbelief.I shrugged, trying to keep my tone light. “I mean, she seemed really… passionate about you. Maybe this is your chance to rekindle something?”“Rekindle something?” Kieran’s expression didn’t change. If anything, he looked more annoyed. “The nurse and I are just former classmates from medical school,” he said slowly, as if explain
ARIA'S POV My heart raced as I watched Kieran walking towards the shadowy figure standing in the doorway. His movements were slow and deliberate, his muscles tensed as if ready to spring into action.“I asked you a question, who are you?” Kieran asked again, his voice low but firm.Whoever it was didn’t say a word, and for a moment, the silence was suffocating. I tightened my grip on the blanket and felt my breath catch in my throat.Then, suddenly, the figure rushed forward. I gasped, instinctively pulling the blanket higher. But instead of attacking, the figure dropped to their knees and grabbed onto Kieran’s pant leg.“Prince Kieran,” they said, their voice trembling with emotion. “It’s really you! You’re alive!”Kieran froze, his body going stiff. I could see the shock in his eyes as he looked down at the person kneeling in front of him.“What?” he said, his voice barely audible.In that moment, something about the atmosphere felt strange, almost surreal. My instincts told me to
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