ARIA'S POV"I will show you why you shouldn't mess with me anymore," I replied, my words steady but I felt uneasy. Linda had always been unpredictable, but today... today she felt dangerous.Linda's smile widened, her eyes flashing with amusement. "Oh, is that so?" she said, tilting her head like she was considering something. "Let's find out who shouldn't mess with who."Before I could even process what she meant, she held the bracelet tighter and, in one quick motion, began dragging it across her own wrist.I watched in horror as the delicate metal cut into her skin and a thin line of red came out almost immediately."Linda!" I gasped, my eyes wide. "What on earth are you doing?"She smiled a wicked, satisfied smile that chilled me to my bones. "What do you think it looks like?" she taunted, her voice calm, almost cheerful.And then, just like that, she started screaming. Loud, piercing screams filled with pain and panic. "Stop it, Aria! Please!" she wailed, holding her wrist dramat
ARIA'S POV"Aria!"Dante's voice cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. I blinked and focused on his face."I asked you what you did to Linda!" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.I straightened my back and met his glare with a calmness I didn't quite feel. My heart was racing, but I would be damned if I'd let him see that."Nothing," I replied simply, my voice steady.Dante's nostrils flared, his anger visibly rising. "Nothing?" he repeated, his voice rising. "So you're just going to stand there and claim innocence? You're not even going to defend yourself?"I shrugged, pretending not to care. "It's a waste of time defending myself if no one is going to believe a word I say.”"Cut the crap!" he snapped, taking a step closer. "Did you or did you not do something to hurt her?”I could see the doubt in his eyes, the way he wavered between wanting to believe me and already believing the worst. And honestly, it made something in me snap.For crying out loud, I was so
ARIA'S POVMy words seemed to cut through the silence. I saw Dante’s face tighten, his mouth opening as if to say something, but no words came out.He looked… stunned. And it was not just him – everyone around us seemed momentarily speechless.And then, before Dante could move, Arnold pushed his way through the crowd and rushed to my side. I felt his warm hands as he quickly wrapped a handkerchief around my hand, trying to stop the blood.“Aria,” Arnold muttered, his voice urgent, filled with concern, “We need to get you to a hospital.”Dante remained where he was, and I just stared at him, searching his face for any hint of the Dante I knew before all this… before Linda. But all I saw was a stranger.Arnold’s hand was firm around mine. “Come on, Aria,” he insisted, “Let’s get you out of here.”I barely heard him. I was too focused on Dante, on the way he looked torn between doing something and doing nothing at all.The feeling of disappointment settled in my chest like a stone. I tho
DANTE'S POVThe little girl looked up at me, her eyes wide, innocent, but sure. “I saw her—” she pointed again at Linda, “she was hurting herself. She used that bracelet on her own hand. And the other lady, the one who left, she told her to stop. But she wouldn’t listen.”I felt the blood drain from my face. Linda… had hurt herself?My eyes shifted to Linda, who now looked pale, her face tight with fear. “What?” she squeaked, trying to sound angry but failing miserably. “Good grief! What is this child talking about?”The little girl continued, her expression serious, “She took the bracelet from the other lady, and then she cut her own hand. I saw it.”I stared at Linda, feeling a cold fury building inside me, my fists clenching unconsciously. “Is this true?” I asked, my voice low, almost a growl. “Did you really do this to yourself, Linda?”She looked like a trapped animal, her eyes darting around. “She’s lying,” Linda said quickly, pointing at the little girl. Her voice was high-pitc
LINDA'S POV“She will be okay,” the doctor said, his voice calm and reassuring as he finished cleaning my cut and checking my vitals. “The cut isn’t that deep, so she’ll be fine. She just got overwhelmed and fainted.”My mother let out a deep sigh, a look of relief washing over her face as she thanked him profusely. “Thank you, Doctor, thank you so much,” she said, squeezing my hand in hers.I gave him a grateful smile and murmured a soft, “Thank you.” But before he left, he looked at me with a stern expression.“Make sure you get plenty of rest,” he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “Especially for the sake of your child.” I nodded obediently, and watched as he left the room. The moment the door clicked shut, Luna Agatha moved closer and her hands wrapped warmly around mine. Her eyes were soft, filled with worry as she spoke. “Oh, Linda, I’m so sorry, my dear,” she murmured, her voice thick with sympathy. “You’ve been through so much today, especially in your condition
DANTE'S POVAfter a long and boring drive, I finally reached my house. My footsteps felt heavy, almost as if they were sinking into the ground. The house seemed colder than usual, emptier.I poured myself a drink and sat down, staring at the amber liquid swirl in the glass. I could still feel the tension in my shoulders, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. But now, alone in the dim light of my study, I felt something else creeping in — a sense of guilt that I couldn’t shake off.I took a deep drink, feeling the burn of the alcohol spread through my chest, trying to numb the thoughts crowding my mind.Aria’s face appeared in my mind, her eyes filled with hurt. I couldn’t ignore the feeling that I had indeed done her wrong. I had believed Linda’s lies, doubted Aria when I should’ve stood by her.I slammed the glass down on the table, feeling the anger rising again, this time directed at myself.How could I have been so stupid, so blind?I poured myself another drink, thinking
DANTE'S POVI froze, feeling my jaw clench tightly. “What are you talking about?” I shot back, my voice strained. I could feel my muscles tensing, my whole body bracing for whatever he was going to throw at me next.“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Arnold retorted, stepping closer, his eyes fixed on mine. “Don't act like you're clueless, Dante.”I could see the frustration etched on his face, the way his brow furrowed, his lips pulling into a thin line. I wanted to argue, but before I could, he continued, his voice filled with anger and something else — a sort of desperate plea.“Aria didn’t do anything wrong, and you know it,” he said, his tone sharp. “She was almost torn apart by that group of women, and you just stood there and let it happen. Why? Just because she doesn’t have a wolf? Because she’s different?”His words felt like a punch to the gut. I opened my mouth to defend myself, to explain, but he didn’t let me. “Or is it all because Linda is carrying your child?” h
DANTE'S POVThere was a brief silence on the other end, just long enough for my heartbeat to beat loudly in my ears, and then Adam’s voice came through, cold and clipped. “What do you want, Alpha Dante?” He didn’t bother hiding the disdain in his voice, and I could almost picture his lips curling into that arrogant smirk of his.“I… I’m calling about Aria,” I started. “I need to talk to her.”Adam’s laugh was short, humourless. “Aria is very busy right now,” he said flatly. “And frankly, after what happened, I don’t think she has any interest in talking to you.”I swallowed hard, feeling the frustration coil tighter in my chest. “Look, I am very much aware of what happened at the auction. I know things got out of hand, but I need to—”Adam cut me off, his voice suddenly sharper, colder. “Oh, you know, do you?” he snapped. “Well, then you also know that Aria was hurt — hurt because of you and your petty games, your childish drama.”“I’m… I’m sorry,” I forced the words out, the apology