ARIA'S POV
I stood there, feeling my heart race, as I looked from Dante to Linda, then to Agatha, and finally back to Dante.
The words were burning on the tip of my tongue, begging to be unleashed. I wanted so badly to scream. But as I opened my mouth, ready to let it all out, I saw Agatha's face.
There was worry obvious in her expression, and the way she leaned on Linda for support. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over me. The fight drained out of me in an instant.
What good would it do to cause a scene? Especially with the servants hovering nearby, their curious eyes darting between us. I already felt humiliated enough, and I could see the way they looked at me as they walked by.
"I... I just needed some time alone," I said at last, the lie tasting bitter in my mouth. "I should have let you know. I'm sorry."
Agatha's eyes narrowed slightly. "You needed some time alone?" she repeated, her voice laced with doubt. She shook her head, sighing heavily. "I don't have the strength for long talks right now."
"I'm sorry," I apologized again, the word seeming to be the only one I could freely say at that moment.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, similar to what I had felt in the hospital. I clenched my teeth, determined not to show any weakness. I couldn't let them see that I was sick and vulnerable.
Dante must have noticed the grimace on my face because he stepped closer, his brow furrowed. "Is there a problem?"
I forced a smile, hoping it didn't look as fake as it felt. "I'm fine."
Agatha chose that moment to speak. "I'm starting to feel hungry,” she said, looking at me. “Make me some porridge soup."
The pain hit me again, stronger this time, but I kept my face neutral. "Of course, I would be happy to," I started, then hesitated. "But... maybe it might be better if one of the servants prepared it?”
I immediately regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. Agatha's expression changed from surprise to anger in a heartbeat. She turned to Dante. "Just look at the woman you chose to marry. I can't even ask her to make me a simple bowl of porridge."
Dante sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Mother, I apologize." Then he turned to face me, his eyes hard. "Aria, I don't understand why you're being so difficult. Linda would never—"
"Don't," I cut him off, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, don't compare me to her."
However, Dante wasn't done yet. He continued, his words like knives. "Linda knows how to take care of this family. She understands her responsibilities. Why can't you be more like her?"
As he unleashed his hurtful words, I looked away, avoiding his eyes and trying to endure the persistent sharp pain in my stomach.
I shouldn't be going through this. I should have just gone home with Adam. Why was I still here, getting insulted by people who clearly cared so little about me?
Dante was still talking when Linda suddenly cut in, her voice overly gentle. "It's alright, I'll go make the porridge. It's no trouble at all."
"See?" Agatha said as she smiled at Linda. "This is the perfect example of how a daughter-in-law should act.”
Dante shook his head. "No, Linda, you've done enough. You are not supposed to stress yourself." He turned back to me. "Aria, go make the porridge. And be quick about it."
I just stood there, staring at him. The look in my eyes could have bored a hole right through him. He called my name again, impatience creeping into his tone.
I shook my head slightly, then forced out, "I heard you the first time."
Before heading to the kitchen, I went to my room to drop off my stuffs. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I leaned against it and let out a shaky breath. I then walked to the mirror, dropping my bag on the bed as I passed.
The reflection that stared back at me was almost unrecognizable. My eyes were red and swollen, and my skin looked pale. As I touched my cheek, I felt the wetness of tears I hadn't even realized I had shed.
Another sharp pain ripped through me, and I winced, clutching my stomach. "Hang in there, little one," I murmured, rubbing my belly gently. "We'll figure this out."
I wondered, not for the first time, if I had made the right choice in coming back. Deep down, I knew it wasn't. But I loved Dante, more than I loved myself. And that love was slowly destroying me.
I shook my head, trying to clear the dark thoughts. I had a job to do, so I quickly washed my face in the bathroom, hoping to erase any signs of my breakdown.
As I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel like I was walking to my own execution. The house felt cold, unwelcoming. It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, I had thought of this place as my home.
In the kitchen, I gathered the ingredients for the porridge, my movements slow. As I stirred the pot, my mind wandered.
"You know, you don't have to do this," a voice said from behind me, making me jump.
I turned to see Linda standing in the doorway, her arms crossed against her chest.
"I'm perfectly capable of making porridge," I said, turning back to the stove.
Linda sighed, moving closer. "That's not what I meant, Aria. You don't have to stay here, enduring all of this."
I laughed, but there was no humour in it. "Where should I go, Linda?”
"You have a family, don't you?" She shrugged.
I raised my head to look at her, and oh, how I wanted to slap that smug look off her face. The urge was so strong that my palm actually tingled. But I held back, swallowing the bitterness that threatened to choke me.
Instead, I just sighed, feeling exhausted. "Leave me alone, Linda. I'm busy."
She scoffed loudly, the sound irritating on my already ragged nerves. As she turned on her heel and walked out, I muttered under my breath, "Bitch."
When I was finally done cooking, the servants helped me serve the meal. My stomach was in knots, the pain becoming more intense with each passing minute. All I wanted was a hot bath and to crawl into bed.
As I started up the stairs, Agatha's voice could be heard from the dining room. "This porridge has no taste at all. It's like eating warm water!"
I paused, listening, hoping to hear Dante defend me. But his voice joined his mother's, agreeing with her criticism. Then came the laughter, sharp and mocking.
Hurt bloomed in my chest, spreading like poison through my veins. I shook my head, continuing up the stairs.
It wasn't their fault. It was mine for being so stupid, for believing in love and happily ever afters.
After I got my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. My hands cradled my stomach, feeling the slight swell there.
"I'm only trying to endure all of this for you," I whispered to my unborn child, tears sliding down my cheeks. "But I really don't know how much more I can take."
The silence of the room was my only answer.
ARIA'S POVI stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my plain blue dress. It wasn't fancy, but it was the nicest thing I owned.Three days had passed since Dante last spoke to me, and now here I was, getting ready for his mother's birthday celebration."It will only be for a few hours," I whispered to my reflection. "Just remember to smile and be polite."The moment I stepped into the grand hall of the Crescent Moon Pack's mansion, I felt out of place.Werewolves in designer clothes chatted and moved around, their laughter echoing off the high ceilings. I clutched my carefully wrapped gift tighter, searching the crowd for a familiar face.Out of nowhere, someone forcefully bumped into me. I stumbled, nearly dropping the gift."Watch where you're going!" a sharp voice snapped. I looked up to see a tall woman in a white dress glaring at me. "The help should know better than to get in the way."My cheeks burned. "I'm not-""Oh, let her be, Vivian," another woman cut in. "She's proba
ARIA'S POVI just stood there, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. My eyes burned with unshed tears, but I blinked them back fiercely. There was no way I was going to give these people the satisfaction of seeing me break down.I opened my mouth to defend myself, but Agatha cut me off with a sharp wave of her hand."Shut up!" she snapped, her voice filled with hate. "You've said quite enough, you little rogue."The room fell quiet as Agatha glared at me with a look that made me flinch a little. I felt small, so damn small, under her cold gaze."Do you have any idea," she began, her voice low and dangerous, "what you’ve done to this pack? To our future?"I swallowed nervously, confused. "What… what do you mean? What have I done?”Agatha's laughter was cruel and sharp. "Oh, don't play dumb, dear. It doesn't suit you." She then turned to address the crowd. "This... rogue," she spat the word like it was poison, "has ruined the future for our pack's future generation. The next heirs o
DANTE'S POVWhat?!What the hell was Aria thinking? Princess of the Blood Moon Kingdom? It was absurd. Impossible!! She had to be lying.I looked around the room, taking in the shocked faces of the pack members. Even my mother, who was usually so composed, looked like she had been slapped."This is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath. But as I watched, I saw something change in the room. The disbelief on the face of the people was slowly transforming into something else. Shock. And then... fear?No. They couldn't possibly believe her. Aria was... well, she was just Aria. The girl I had found wandering in the woods, half-starved and scared out of her mind. She wasn't a princess. She couldn't be.However, Aria wasn't done talking. She looked around the room, meeting everyone's eyes with a confidence I had never seen in her before. “Just because I let myself be humiliated, you think I'm weak?” she said, her voice steady and strong. "You all really have no idea of the power I hold."T
DANTE'S POVAria opened her mouth to say something to the elders, and something inside me snapped.This had gone too far. Way too far."Just shut up!" I shouted at her, my voice echoing in the suddenly quiet hall. I saw the shock on her face, quickly replaced by hurt, but I couldn't stop now. The embarrassment was burning through me like wildfire.Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and started pulling her away. This time, I made sure my grip was iron-tight. There was no way she was slipping away, not until we were out of this mess."Dante, let go!" Aria hissed, struggling against my hold. "Leave me alone!"I ignored her protests, feeling self conscious as I felt the eyes of everyone in the hall on us. The whispers started as soon as we passed, but I kept my eyes straight ahead. Just a few more steps...Finally, we burst out of the hall. I didn't stop, though, not until we were far enough away that I was sure no one could overhear us. Only then did I release my grip on Aria's wrist.
ARIA'S POVI watched as Dante's face crumpled in disbelief. His eyes, usually so confident, now looked lost and scared."You don't actually mean that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you?"I took a step closer to him, steeling myself. "I meant every word, Dante."Silence fell between us, heavy and suffocating. As I looked at him, I felt a wave of self-pity wash over me.Here I was, pregnant with his child, and I couldn't even tell him. How could I, when he was acting like such a prick? I wanted to tell him, God knows I wanted to, but the words just wouldn't come."Why?" Dante's voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and demanding."Why what?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant."Why do you want a divorce?" He looked at me as if I was a stranger, and maybe I was. Maybe we had both become strangers to each other.I took a step back, letting out a deep sigh. "I'm tired, Dante. Tired of everything."His face softened a bit, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of
ARIA'S POVAs Dante angrily left, my heart sank. We still had to talk. I needed to know what I was going to do next, but thanks to Linda, we didn't finish talking.I decided to leave too, desperate to get away from the chaos, when Linda suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm. Her fingers dug into my skin, and I flinched."Let go of me. Now!!" I shouted, trying to pull my arm away.Linda's eyes narrowed. "You need to leave. Leave Dante, leave the pack. Just go."I looked at her from head to toe, taking in her perfectly styled hair and designer outfit. This woman who had taken everything from me. My lip twisted in disgust."Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands," I spat. "Ever again."I pulled my arm away and turned to go, but Linda quickly stepped in front of me, blocking my path."You can't talk to me like that," she said, drawing herself up to her full height. "I am the Alpha Luna of this pack. Dante's mate. You must show me respect.”I let out a harsh laugh. "You think I c
ARIA'S POVThe pain in my hand was nothing compared to the ache in my heart as Sabrina's voice cut through the chaos.I was stunned by the hatred in her words. The tears I had been fighting so hard to hold back finally spilled over, hot and shameful on my cheeks. I quickly turned away, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry.But the hits just kept coming. Elder Grayson, his face creased with disappointment, stepped out of the crowd."Young lady," he said, his voice heavy with disapproval, "what you did to Linda was unforgivable. She's with child, for heaven's sake!"The injustice of it all made me want to scream. I looked up at him, my vision blurry with tears. "But I didn't do anything to her," I choked out. "She's lying. Please, you have to believe me."However, looking around at the crowd of hostile faces, I knew it was hopeless. They had all made up their minds. In their eyes, I was the villain, the jealous wife who had attacked a pregnant woman out of spite.Da
DANTE'S POVI couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Aria. Who was this woman?The Aria I thought I knew would never strip down in front of everyone, would never throw away her wedding ring like it meant nothing.As she reached for the door, my feet moved of their own accord, taking a step towards her.But Linda's grip on my arm tightened, and my mother shot me a look that could have frozen hell itself.Did they really expect me to just let her walk out like this? I understood their point, but why did my heart feel like it was being torn in two?As Aria pulled the door open, I held my breath. And then, to everyone's surprise, Adam Griffith, the eldest son of the most powerful pack in the region was standing at the entrance."Adam?" I gasped, my mind reeling. What… what was he doing here?However, that wasn't even the most surprising part. Adam wasn't alone. Behind him stood a small army of wolves, each carrying beautifully wrapped gifts.It was pack custom to bring gifts when visiting
ARIA'S POV The loud sound of the ambulance siren broke through the chaos, silencing the frantic murmurs of the crowd for a moment. Dante didn’t wait for the paramedics to take charge. With a sense of urgency I hadn’t seen in him before, he picked up Linda in his arms. Her pale, lifeless body looked even more fragile in the bright light of the ambulance as Dante climbed in, shouting for them to hurry. I watched him go, his desperation etched into every line of his face. His eyes never left Linda’s bloodied form as the ambulance doors slammed shut behind them. For a brief, fleeting second, I felt a pang of something close to pity. But it was quickly swallowed by a flood of bitterness as the whispers began. “This is all Aria’s fault,” someone muttered from the crowd, loud enough for me to hear. “Yes,” another voice chimed in, filled with hate. “If Linda’s baby dies, the pack won’t spare Aria. That child is the pack’s future heir.” The words hurt more than I cared to admit. My che
ARIA'S POV Linda’s sudden breakdown into tears left me frozen, the weight of her confession crashing over the room like a wave. Her emotional words rang in my ears, each one crafted perfectly to squeeze sympathy from Dante and the crowd. “I swear on the goddess, I did it to protect you, Dante!” she cried, holding onto his arm like a lifeline. “Ralph had threatened to kill you if I didn’t do what he wanted. Everything I said to him, everything I did… it was all to keep him calm, to deceive him. You have to believe me!” The room was filled with hushed whispers, and the crowd’s uneasiness grew with every word. I could see the doubt flickering in their eyes as they turned to one another, whispering under their breaths. “She looks scared… she must be telling the truth.” “Could Ralph really have been manipulating her?” My hands balled into fists as I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the noise. “I have heard enough!” I shouted, pointing at Linda. “Can’t you all see what she
DANTE'S POV I couldn't wrap my head around what Aria was doing. From the moment she asked to speak with Linda, she had been relentless, accusing Linda of things that seemed so absurd.Claiming that Linda's child was fathered by a rogue wolf? The words were so ridiculous I almost laughed when I first heard them. Almost.Instead, I felt my patience wearing thin with every accusation, every raised voice. Aria wasn't like this. She was calm, collected, and never reckless. Tonight, though, she seemed agitated, lashing out like she was desperate for everyone to believe her. And yet, Finn...Finn wasn't the type to back wild accusations, and yet he had claimed to have proof. He said he had seen Linda go into the silver cell and kill Ralph. Murder. That word hung heavy in the air, causing my chest to tighten as I looked around the room. The air was thick with tension, whispers circulating through the crowd, spreading speculation and doubt. My eyes landed on Linda, standing not far from m
ARIA'S POVLinda’s expression changed the moment she realized that I wasn’t going to back down. That mask of fragile innocence she wore cracked for just a second, but then, to my surprise, she started crying.“I’m sorry,” Linda suddenly said, her voice trembling as her eyes welled with tears. She looked around the crowd, her lower lip quivering in just the right way. “I’m so sorry, everyone. I don’t know what I’ve done to make Aria hate me so much. I…I’ve tried to be kind, but she just won’t stop harassing me!”The crowd murmured in confusion, their eyes darting between the two of us. My mouth fell open in shock, but Linda pressed on, her voice trembling with perfect fragility.“I really don’t know why she’s doing this,” she continued, wringing her hands. “I’ve tried so hard to stay out of her way, but she keeps accusing me of… awful things. And now she’s saying horrible things about my child… my unborn child. I just… I don’t know how much more I can take.” Her voice broke, and she bu
ARIA'S POVLinda stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm, a smug look of confidence flickering across her face.That look—so composed, so sure of herself—ignited something hot and uncontainable inside me.After everything she had done, she could still stand there so calm, so unbothered, wearing that look of triumph? I felt the anger pulse through my veins, louder than the quiet hum of murmurs around us.Before I could stop myself, I took a step forward and grabbed her hand firmly, my words spilling out in a fierce, steady tone. “Didn’t you just kill someone? You killed Ralph, the father of the child in your womb!”The room went deathly silent. It was as if the entire crowd was holding its breath, their shocked expressions frozen in place, eyes wide and darting between Linda and me.I could actually hear my own heartbeat, the loud, insistent thud filling the quiet. The weight of my accusation seemed to hang heavy in the air, pressing down on everyone around us.Linda’s smug expre
ARIA'S POVThe grand hall was buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the light murmur of people deep in conversation. But as Finn and I walked in, the weight of what had just happened sat like a stone in my chest.Ralph’s face, the betrayal, the way he had gasped his last breath—it was burned into my mind. I could barely breathe as I looked around the crowd, half-wondering if people could somehow sense the horror I was carrying with me.And then I saw the bitch.Linda was seated among the crowd, dressed in a fresh, elegant gown, her hair pinned perfectly in place, her eyes bright as she laughed with the people around her. She looked radiant, so carefree and untouched by what had just happened in the cell below.How could she act like nothing had happened? Like she hadn’t just murdered the man who loved her?I felt a rush of anger inside me, my heart pounding, and before I could even think, I was making my way across the room towards her.This wasn’t about Ralph—I didn’t care for
ARIA'S POVI swallowed nervously as I turned back to the screen.Linda was helping Ralph up now, her arm slipping around his shoulders, her movements steady, gentle. It was almost unsettling, seeing her this way.After everything that had just happened, the way she had looked ready to strangle him, here she was—guiding him carefully as if she genuinely cared.“Is she really going to just… walk him out?” I whispered, glancing over at Finn.Finn only shook his head slightly, his gaze unreadable, as if he were trying to solve a puzzle I couldn’t see. “Let’s just keep watching,” he muttered.I returned my focus back to the screen, heart pounding, my eyes glued to Linda and Ralph as they moved towards the door. Ralph had a hint of relief in his eyes as he leaned on Linda, trusting her to lead him to freedom.Then, just as they reached the cell door, Linda’s expression changed. It was a barely visible change, the kind of look only someone who knew her well would notice—a flash of something
ARIA'S POVI watched from the shadows as Linda confidently walked right into the silver cell, barely a flicker of hesitation in her steps.The guards hadn’t so much as glanced at her. Of course, being the ‘supposed’ future Luna had its perks.For a moment, I thought about following her inside. But the plan in my head fell apart as fast as it formed—Linda would see me in an instant, and even if she didn’t, the guards would. And then…well, that wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to die.I lingered just out of sight, wrestling with my options, trying to decide if I should risk it. I was just about to turn back when I felt a presence behind me.I immediately turned around, and a sharp gasp escaped me before a strong hand clamped over my mouth.Panic shot through me, and my heart hammered wildly against my ribs. But then I saw who it was.Finn’s gaze met mine, a glint of urgency in his eyes as he held a finger to his lips, signaling me to keep quiet.My pulse slowed, though only slightly, as
ARIA'S POVFinn’s voice rang out across the hall, loud and clear, cutting through the low hum of conversations and gasps that followed the gruesome video.The sight of Ralph—bloodied, battered, barely recognizable—lingered in my mind, his pain etched in every laboured breath, every ugly bruise.It didn’t make sense. Finn was ruthless, yes, but not reckless. And beating someone within an inch of their life? That wasn’t like him.I turned to Adam, leaning close so no one else could hear me. “Finn is setting a trap,” I whispered, keeping my gaze fixed on the screen where Ralph’s battered form still flickered. “He wants Linda to slip up, to implicate herself.”Adam raised an eyebrow, a small, amused smile spreading over his face. “Well, well, looks like my little sister has got some brains in that head of hers.”I rolled my eyes, nudging him sharply in the ribs. “Not little, thank you very much.” My tone was playful, but the tension was twisting in my gut. Something felt wrong.Adam chuck