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Aria's POV: "I, Logan Pierce, Alpha of the Nightfang Pack, reject you, Aria Wilson, as my fated mate."The pain that came from hearing those words felt like a hot knife going straight through my throat. The pain of rejection shot through my body, making me wince, and hot tears rushed to my eyes."Logan..." I whispered, staring at my mate, my love. In his place was a cold-hearted man I didn't recognize. "What is all this about?"What had I done to deserve a rejection out of nowhere? I tried to think hard, trying to understand what exactly it was. Nothing came to my mind.Logan, my husband of three years, was glaring at me with hatred I hadn't ever seen in him before. "You're a traitor. And you will be punished as such." He said this, his eyes flashing in anger. He motioned for the guards on standby. "No, no, wait! Please wait!" I screamed. The guards advanced on me. I ran up to Logan, reaching out to grab his hand, but he moved out of the way. I fell to the ground, my knee hitting the
Darcy's POV: That had gone easier than I had expected. Finally, that damned bitch was gone for good. It was always Aria. Ever since we were girls, it was always her. She was the smart one. She was the pretty one. She was the one who had the bright future. While I was destined to remain in her shadow forever, "Let's go back," Logan said as soon as Aria's form disappeared from sight. I hooked my arm with his and flashed him a brilliant smile. I had spent years perfecting this smile. "Sure!" I said it in a happy tone. He turned, his eyes hardening as he saw the red mark on my cheek. "That damned bitch." He hissed in anger, his fingertips touching my face. "It's just a love mark." I said it in a nonchalant tone. A love mark it was. Just as I had Aria walking around with my own love mark, it was a little something between us, and I doubt she was aware of it. But it had been years already—a little drop of it every morning—and she was as weak and pliant as a newborn. Oh poor Aria, s
Aria's POV: My eyes went wide with horror. "No, you can't be serious!" He leaned back. "Enjoy your time here, former Alpha Aria."He turned and walked away. I banged the bars hard, screaming for him to get back and unlock this damned door!The Crescent Pack was a menace. A true one. Their alphas collected rogues like a little girl collects dolls. The stories I had heard of Dane Seymour were not good.I screamed out in frustration and kicked the bars hard. How did I end up here?! Was this some kind of cruel fate in store for only me?!The cell was small and dimly lit with candles. My entire body was starting to ache from lying on the concrete floors for so damn long.I heard the sound of footsteps and turned, hoping for Dane. But instead, it was a guard. He unlocked the door and stood to the side. "Get out," he snapped. He can't possibly be talking to me. So I remained where I stood, glaring at him. He sighed and stormed inside the cell, stalking his way up to me."Don't you even
Aria's POV "Fine!" I shouted. "I'll get in!"Maria nodded, with not even a hint of a smile on her face to show that she was joking. "Get in the tub." She said. "You weren't going to call them, were you?" I asked for good measure.She didn't reply. Her eyes told me all I needed to know. She was serious, she was actually going to call the guards to bathe me!"The last girl misbehaved." Maria said, At last." You can guess how it ended. And trust me, they will do more than bathe you." She said it with a crazy smile on her face.That was disgusting. There's no way I'd let such hands touch my body. The only one who had touched me was....My head filled with thoughts of Logan again. I hissed in annoyance. That traitor. I shouldn't be thinking of him again!But alas, my thoughts always flitted toward him. It wasn't an easy task to forget him. At random, my mind will be filled with memories of when he was my love. And the pain would start all over again.I undressed and got into the tub. The
Aria's POV:A cold wind blew by, lifting my skirt. I grabbed it and held it down. Anthony's intense eyes were focused on me. It was like he was searching for something. Goosebumps erupted over my skin; this dress barely even covered anything."You're cold," Anthony stated."No sh*t," I said, straightening my back. If the skirt wanted to go up in my face, that's fine.Anthony raised a brow at my curse word.If he has a problem with it, that's on him, not me. I was trembling in my boots from the cold. From his presence. And the last thing I wanted to do was watch my tongue."We should get going." He turned and walked to the carriage. He moved like he was gliding, his feet barely touching the ground and his hair flowing behind him. He had this grace and fluidity that he moved with.I guess that's why he was called Blessed of the Moon Goddess."Alpha Aria, are you coming?"I exhaled, my breath forming wisps of steam in front of me. I made my way over to the carriage, another cold wind rais
Aria's POV:This situation is very uncomfortable."Why did you --"Anthony made a move. He crossed the space between us and took my right hand. Before I could ask what he was about to do, he brought my wrist up to his face, inhaling deeply.I turned bright red and pulled my hand back. "What are you doing?!" The words tumbled out of my mouth.I tried not to think about the fact that his hand was so warm, much larger than mine. He raised his eyes to mine."Your scent is strange,""S-strange?" I sniffed my wrist, trying to figure out if there was a strange smell. I smelled of the bath oils Claire put in the bath water. Roses and vanilla. "It seems okay to me."Anthony didn't look convinced. But he didn't press either."Alpha Aria, I'll ask you again. What were you doing with Dane?" He inquired, his brows furrowed.I chuckled bitterly. "I can't understand why you're more upset at this than I am. It's not like I was with him....things just happened.""Things like what?" He pressed on. His
Chapter seven:Aria's POV:The next day came too fast. I hadn't gotten much sleep after my conversation with Anthony. My mind wouldn't let me sleep at all. After getting ready, Claire informed me that I was to have breakfast with Anthony.The dining hall was in another wing—I guess Anthony's private wing. It was a very impressive hall, with high ceilings and golden chandeliers. Everything screamed pure wealth. I mean, what else did I expect from the Lycan King himself?The dining table would comfortably fit a hundred people. At the far end of it, I spotted Anthony. The nervousness settled in my belly again; all I could hear were the sounds of my heels clicking on the marble floors. The closer I got, the more nervous I became. Anthony rose his head from his breakfast, his eyes meeting mine."Good morning, Alpha Aria." He said, tipping his head in acknowledgement."Alpha Anthony, good morning too." I replied, my voice sounding breathless."Join me," he said, pointing to the seat closest
Aria's POV:The pack healer was not at all like I expected them to be. Back at Nightfang, the pack healer was an ancient woman. I wasn't sure of her age, but she seemed generations old.The pack healer in front of me was a man, and a young one at that. He looked no older than me."Yes, you are poisoned." He announced, after a few minutes of checking my body."You seem really young," I stated."I recently took over." He said it with a soft smile. "But I can assure you, that doesn't make me any less qualified." He finished off, turning to Anthony."What can be done about it?" Anthony asked.The healer shook his head. "I'm not entirely sure. This poison is very ancient. I haven't seen anything like it before."An ancient poison? Wow. My life just got even better. This was the first time I'd heard of ancient poisons."What does that mean?" I asked."It's a hundred, maybe even more, years old. "And I'm afraid I have no cure for this poison.""You mean you can't help her?" Anthony questioned