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
DANTE'S POVI furrowed my brow as I looked around the hall.Go through the catalogue? I thought they were beginning already. Why the unnecessary waste of time?Confused, I looked around the hall and surprisingly I saw Aria stepping out of the shadows. She moved with purpose, her chin held high, dressed in a sleek, dark green dress that hugged her figure and sparkled under the lights.Her presence commanded the room's attention, and she got it — all eyes were on her, including mine. My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t look away.However, not everyone was as captivated as I was.“Look who finally decided to crawl out from her hiding place after weeks of silence,” my mother sneered beside me, her voice filled with contempt. Her eyes followed Aria with a look that could kill. “Aria, the outcast of the Crescent Moon pack. Rejected, abandoned, and still hasn’t learned her place.”I winced at her words, my chest tightening with discomfort.“Honestly, it’s so pathetic,” my mother co
DANTE'S POVI eventually looked away from Aria as I glanced down at the seat numbers on the invite in my hand, trying to make sense of the row and seat assignments.They had arranged the seating based on net worth, a clear, unspoken hierarchy on display for everyone to see.“Looks like we are in the front row,” Arnold said next to me, nudging me with his elbow. He was grinning, as if sitting in the front row was some great achievement. “Right up there where the big players sit.”I nodded, trying to muster some excitement, but my thoughts were elsewhere.The front row seats didn’t impress me much. They were just a reminder of the expectations placed on people like us, and the pressure to always be seen and never make a mistake.Yet, Arnold, my oldest friend, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He thrived on the attention and the validation that came with being seated at the top of the pecking order.We settled into our seats, the velvet cushions plush and ridiculously comfortable. I leane
ARIA'S POVThe moment I sat down, the whispers started. Some giggles could be heard from the rows in front of me, barely hidden behind raised hands and fake coughs.Just then, a burst of laughter spread through the nearby crowd. I felt my cheeks burn but kept my chin high.A woman with a bird-like face and too much jewelry leaned in my direction. "Oh, honey," she said, her voice filled with false sympathy. "Are you sure you want to sit there? It's awfully far from the action."I met her gaze calmly. "I'm quite comfortable, thank you."Another woman, younger but with the same predatory look in her eye, added. "Guess she didn’t win the favour of Griffith’s eldest son after all.”Her friend laughed and glanced back at me with a mocking smile. “Or maybe she’s just fallen out of favour.”More giggles broke out, but I clenched my fists in my lap, willing myself to stay calm."Come on now," an older gentleman chuckled. "Let's not be too hard on the girl. Maybe she's just here to serve drinks
ARIA'S POVA collective murmur spread through the crowd, and I saw heads turning, necks stretching, and people leaning forward in their seats as the object was wheeled out onto the stage.The Moonstone itself was breathtaking — a large, translucent stone set in the handle of a beautifully carved cane, with a design so delicate that it seemed almost unreal.There were gasps of admiration as the cane came into full view, its surface shining under the auction hall lights. The Moonstone gave off a pale blue glow that seemed to shift and change as the light hit it, almost as if it were alive.It was mesmerizing, and I could see that I wasn’t the only one who thought so. The room was utterly captivated.“It is absolutely perfect for the distinguished gentleman or lady,” the auctioneer continued, “or perhaps for someone who understands the deeper power it holds.”That last part — those words about power — hung in the air. They all knew the rumours about the Moonstone’s mystical properties. B