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
DANTE'S POVAria’s mouth fell open, her eyes widening in shock. “What?” she gasped, her voice barely a breath. “No, Dante, I—”I didn’t let her finish – I couldn’t! The anger roared up inside me, spilling over like a dam that had finally burst.“Answer me, Aria!” I insisted, stepping closer, my voice louder than I intended. “Were you already involved with him? Was this your plan all along?”The accusation lingered in the air like a slap, echoing between us. I felt the blood pounding in my temples, my heart hammering in my chest.I was convinced — completely convinced that she had been in a relationship with Adam long before our divorce.How else could she possibly end up here, standing next to him, with that confident look on her face?Aria continued to stare at me, as though I had just slapped her across the face. “What the hell, Dante,” she whispered, “how could you even think that?”But I didn’t back down. “Just give me an honest answer!” I shouted, feeling the heat rising in my ch
ARIA'S POVDante's words were so raw and rough, sending a wave of emotions crashing through me. I suddenly felt my defenses faltering, weakening under the intensity of his stare.I had to remind myself: he was the one who hurt me, who chose to believe lies over the truth, who doubted me. I was the one who had bled, who had been humiliated in front of everyone.Can someone, anyone at all, tell me why the hell I felt that familiar pang in my chest, the one that reminded me of the Dante I once knew, the Dante I had once loved?He let out a sigh, almost as if he could sense my inner struggle. “Aria,” he whispered, his voice softer, carrying something that sounded too much like regret.Hearing him say my name like that, like it was a plea, made my heart twist. I shouldn’t have cared. I should’ve stayed angry, but I couldn’t help myself.I sighed and turned to Adam. “Leave us for a moment,” I said, my tone firm.Adam’s eyes darted between Dante and me, looking clearly skeptical. “Aria, are
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