Arianna Draco, a 22-year-old orphan, is barely surviving under her uncle’s crippling debts. Desperate, she takes a job at Arthdal Strike, Thania’s infamous strip club and secret underworld empire. There, Damon Dark—a werewolf Alpha with a dark past and a brutal reputation—takes an interest in her defiant spirit. When she refuses a patron’s humiliating demands, Damon steps in, offering her a contract she can’t refuse. Though wary, Arianna accepts, only to find herself drawn deeper into Damon’s violent, complicated world. Unknown to Arianna, she and Damon share a hidden bond as mates, a connection that only intensifies as her own suppressed powers begin to awaken. She learns of her lineage as the last of the Luna Supreme Pack, a bloodline Damon’s father tried to destroy. While Arianna grapples with her true nature, Damon’s twin brother, Dominic, reemerges, seeking to tear down Damon’s empire and claim Arianna for himself. Caught between two powerful Alphas and her growing attraction to Damon, Arianna must uncover the truth of her past and fight for control over her destiny—before the forces around them tear them apart.
View More***************CHAPTER 27~Damon’s POV~The drive back to the estate was anything but smooth, even though the road stretched out like a ribbon under the early morning sun. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, frustration bubbling in me as Mars prowled in the back of my mind.“Two of Luca’s men,” he snarled, his anger intertwining with mine.“They won’t dare step foot on my territory again,” I muttered aloud, though no one could hear me. The report from last night still replayed in my head. My men had spotted them skulking near the estate's perimeter, and their intentions were clear—Arianna.The idea of anyone coming near her made my blood boil. Mars growled, his presence pushing against my control.“She’s ours. She doesn’t even know what she’s risking.”I didn’t need him to remind me. Arianna had been a thorn in my side since the moment we met. Her stubbornness, her defiance—it made her infuriating and irresistible all at once. Every time she pushed back, it only made me
***************CHAPTER 26~Arianna’s POV~The car tore through the darkened streets, its engine growling like a restless predator. Damon’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale under the dim glow of the dashboard.I crossed my arms, my frustration boiling over. “You can’t just drag me around like I’m some kind of possession, Damon. I’m a person, not—”“You’re mine, Arianna,” he interrupted firmly. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”I scoffed, turning my head to glare at him. “Safe? You left me on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. What part of that screams 'safe’ to you?”His jaw clenched, his gaze fixed ahead. “You needed a reminder that actions have consequences. Wandering off wasn’t an option.”“You’re unbelievable,” I muttered, slumping back into the seat. My hands itched to grab the door handle, to throw myself out of the car if only to prove a point. But with the speed he was driving, that wasn’t an option unless I had a death wi
***************CHAPTER 25~Arianna’s POV~Martha’s apartment felt warm and cozy as I sat on the couch holding a mug of hot cocoa. Martha was sprawled across her armchair, legs tucked beneath her as she listened to my vague complaints about my “new job.”“I don’t even know where to begin,” I sighed, leaning back against the cushions. “He’s arrogant, controlling, and honestly… insufferable.”Martha raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Sounds like your boss is a piece of work. What kind of job is this again?”“Let’s just say it’s temporary,” I muttered, taking a sip of cocoa to avoid answering directly.“Temporary or not, Ari, no one has the right to treat you like that.” Martha’s voice took on a protective edge, and I felt a twinge of guilt. She didn’t know the half of it.Before I could respond, a loud crash shattered the calm. The front door burst open, slamming against the wall.“What the—” Martha started, but her voice faltered as she stared at the figure standing in the doorway.
****************CHAPTER 24~Arianna’s POV~I rasped on the door and stepped, my eyes glancing around the porch as I stood, arms wrapped tightly around myself against the biting cold. The chill seeped through the thin fabric of my dress, and I shifted uncomfortably, silently praying Martha was home.Footsteps shuffled inside, and her voice called out, “Alright, alright, I’m coming!”The door opened, and Martha stood there, her eyes widening in shock as they landed on me. “Arianna?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. Her gaze travelled down my dishevelled appearance, lingering on my deep red dress that clung uncomfortably to my body.I looked down at myself. The dress wasn’t one I would have chosen—not in a million years. Its neckline dipped just low enough to make me self-conscious, and the slit running up the side made me feel like I was barely dressed at all. A gust of wind sent a shiver through me, emphasizing my predicament.“Goodness me, Arianna,” Martha said, her voi
****************CHAPTER 23~Arianna’s POV~My mind barely registered the words, save for warned and fumed.Each brutal hit reminded me of dark times, of the rage-filled nights when my uncle would lash out, the alcohol fueling his violence. My stomach churned, and my vision blurred with unwanted memories.I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned and ran, passing through the crowd until I burst through the warehouse doors and into the cool night air.My heart raced as I leaned against Damon’s car, trying to steady my breathing.Minutes passed before I heard his footsteps.“Arianna,” he called, his voice calm yet commanding.I didn’t answer, crossing my arms and staring at the ground.He approached, stopping a few feet away. “Look at me.”I didn’t move.Damon growled low, stepping closer and gripping my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.“Don’t touch me,” I snapped, smacking his hand away.His eyes flickered with something unreadable, but he said nothing.“I hate this,” I spat, my voi
***************CHAPTER 22~Arianna’s POV~The cool night air hit me as we stepped outside, the heavy bass from the club muffled by the closed door behind us.I wrenched my arm free, glaring up at him. “What the hell was that?”“That?” he echoed, his voice dangerously calm as he turned to face me fully. “That was me keeping you from making an even bigger mistake.”“I was just dancing!” I shot back and my voice rose. “You can’t just—just storm in and punch people because you’re angry!”His lips twisted into a humorless smirk. “Oh, I wasn’t angry. Yet.”My heart skipped a beat at the dark edge in his tone. “Where are we going now?”He stepped closer, his towering presence swallowing the space between us. “To let out the anger you seem so determined to provoke.”I stared at him, my breath catching in my throat. The fire in his eyes was unnerving, but it was the restraint beneath it that sent a shiver down my spine.He turned sharply, striding toward his car parked a short distance away.
***************CHAPTER 21~Arianna’s POV~Little fire!Tsk. I did as he asked. Usually, one would have expected him to place an order for me when the waiter came over but he barely threw me a glance until now. Regardless, I was glad to be free from that boring discussion.As I slipped away from the booth, Damon’s gaze lingered on my back, sending a shiver up my spine.The nickname—little fire—still echoed in my ears, a mix of mockery and something far too intimate for my liking. I shook it off and made my way toward the bar, grateful for even a brief reprieve from his suffocating presence.The bar was crowded, the air filled with chatter and laughter, contrasting the tension in Damon’s private booth. I ordered a simple cocktail—something light and sweet to take the edge off.As I waited for the drink, I couldn’t help but glance back toward the booth. Damon was still there, listening to the men around him. One of them leaned forward, gesturing animatedly, but Damon’s attention never
***************CHAPTER 20~Arianna’s POV~The rest of the day passed in a blur. Damon didn’t return to the office, and for that, I was grateful. I buried myself in the tasks left on my desk, trying to ignore the lingering tension from our earlier encounter. But no matter how hard I tried, his words refused to leave my mind."The only man in your life is me."It was infuriating. Arrogant. Possessive. And yet... it stirred something I couldn’t quite put into words. I managed to focus on the tasks he left for me through email and got them done even though it was way harder than serving and waiting tables.By the time we returned to the penthouse, the sky was painted in streaks of orange and pink, the city glowing beneath us. I hadn’t seen Damon since we left the car, and honestly, I preferred it that way.I made my way to the kitchen, my stomach growling as I opened the fridge. There were all sorts of drinks there but I didn’t want wine or yoghurt. I wanted…My eyes lit up when I saw
***************CHAPTER 19~Arianna’s POV~The car ride was silent, aside from the occasional rustle of paper as Damon flipped through a file. My stomach churned with nervousness and irritation. His casual demeanour after everything that had happened grated on my nerves, and his curt instructions this morning were still fresh in my mind."Work," I muttered under my breath. "Of all things."I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of workplace would be tied to someone like Damon Dark. Not that it mattered, they ran so many businesses in the city but I never paid attention. All my mind was work, getting bills settled and a meal to help me survive to see the next day. That was how boring my life had become. The occasional joy was when I was with my boyfriend and best friend which was almost no time since I worked round the clock with barely a few hours intervals on Sunday. How I had done it? Only God knew. I was pulled from my thoughts when the car finally came to a halt and glanced out
**************Chapter 1: DesperationI rushed through the crowded streets, my heels clicking on the wet pavement. Another late night, another shift at the diner. My uncle's debt was suffocating us, and I was running out of options."Ari, you're late again," Martha, my coworker, said as I burst through the diner's door."Sorry, Martha. Traffic," I lied, grabbing my apron.The night blurred together—endless orders, tired smiles, and pocket change tips. As the clock struck midnight, I counted my meagre earnings. Not enough. Never enough.With no choice—there never was a choice, I walked home, the city's neon lights reflected off the rain-soaked streets like a twisted mirror. I quickened my pace, hoping to leave the deserted streets and get home.Not that it was any good, but it was a million times better than being caught in the street at odd hours.I shuddered, thinking of the criminal cases that have been heard of. Still, what choice does a girl have? Uncle Jackson’s words echoed in
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