~Luca~ Luca Akrim—the infamous billionaire CEO. Mysterious, powerful, and untouchable. No one knew the true source of his wealth, but everyone knew he was filthy rich. Because he wasn’t human. He was the Alpha of his werewolf kingdom, heir to riches beyond human comprehension. I stormed into my mansion, rage burning in my veins. “Where have you been?” a stern voice cut through the air. I turned slowly to find my stepmother, Visha Arkand, standing in the corner. A newspaper was folded in her hands, her expression unreadable. “Nowhere important. I just came to grab my keys,” I said casually, turning to leave. “I have to head out again—” “Don’t tell me these murders have anything to do with you, son.” I froze for a moment, lowering my head slightly. My jaw clenched. “I had to...” I muttered. “Christ!” Visha’s voice rose in anger as she flung the newspaper at me. “You can’t just go around killing humans because they piss you off, Luca! What will your people think when they find out their Alpha is slaughtering humans for no reason? Chaos will break out!” Just then, Elijah stepped in. “Sir, the car is ready.” Elijah—my personal assistant in the human world. But in my kingdom, he was my most trusted Beta. I tossed him the keys. “Start the engine.” He nodded and walked out, leaving me alone with Visha. A tense silence hung between us. Her voice softened. “Tell me what’s wrong, Luca.”
I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples. “I marked a human girl the other night.” Visha’s face went pale. Then, she screamed.
“What?! Tell me this is a lie!” “No, it’s not,” I admitted. She pressed her hands to her head, eyes wide with disbelief. “My God, what have you done?” “I’ll fix it,” I said firmly. “I will.” Before she could say another word, I strode out of the mansion. The last thing I needed was a lecture. ********** “This is where she lives sir.” Elijah said pointing to a house just by the corner. A short distance away from where our car was parked. “And is she home?” I asked curiously. “NO one is. The house is locked and the lights off.” Elijah answered sharply. “Okay. Then we'll have to wait for her.” leaned back, resting my hand to the passenger seat. “Sir, may I ask why you're at Aria’s house and waiting for her?” I sighed. “Okay. The other night, after I saved the girl I met up at the party, I got caught up in the moment and marked Aria as my mate... “ “What?” Elijah's voice shut up, his tone lace with disbelief. His eyes flung wide open. “Sir. You know what this means. You've put her life in danger as she's now marked by an Alpha.” Elijah explained. Once an Alpha marks his Mate, she becomes detectable and therefore a target for other kingdoms and packs. “I know Elijah. Don't you think that's why I'm here.But, for now my feelings detect she's still safe, so I can wait here atleast until she's back.” “But for how long?” Elijah asked.
“I don't know. There is only one way to stop all this.” I said. Elijah understood immediately. “So what would you do?” he asked. I gritted my teeth's against the other. “I have to take Aria to my kingdom. That's the only place she's safe.” ~Aria~ It was late, the streets outside had gone dead silent. The restaurant was alive with its usual chaos, and I was in the middle of it all, moving from one table to another and taking in orders. But... I couldn't complain could I? I've grown up with this, and for me it's just like every other day. The Green Palace, Mom's restaurant. It wasn't fancy as others but it was ours. Working my socks off here was the least I could do to help out “Here’s the veggie lasagna,” I said, placing the plate in front of the older woman at table six. I smiled as she thanked me, then turned to the man across from her. “And the grilled salmon for you.” I barely waited for their usual compliment before I turned away and headed back toward the kitchen. My feet ached, and my arms felt like they were burning up, but I didn't let that faze me. It's not like I didn't know what I signed up when I volunteered to help Mom. “Two soups for table three and the chicken special for table five are up!” Mom’s voice rang out from the kitchen. She looked focused as always when she was in the kitchen the hot steam from the boiling meat covered her face. She caught my glance and gave me a small, encouraging smile. I grabbed the bowls of soup from the counter, carefully placing them on my tray as I made my way back maneuvering through a few bodies to reach table three. A mom and her daughter sat at table three. “Here you go.” I gently placed down the dishes on their table.“Thank you miss.” the soft and kind voice of the little girl whistled to my ears. “It's all right.” I answered wearing a smile on my face.
Walking back to the kitchen I took a quick glance at the wall clock hung at the kitchen entrance. 8:00 pm. Finally. My shift was over. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and made my way back to the counter, where Mom was stacking plates. “ Aria you've outdone yourself today. You can start heading back home for the night, sweetheart” she said, her voice warm despite the exhaustion etched on her face. “... and don't wait up to long for me.” “Thanks, Mom,” I replied, pulling off my apron and hanging it on the hook by the door. As much as I would love to stay back and help Mom out, I as well needed a rest. I grabbed my purse from a corner of the kitchen, and walked to the back exit. As I stepped outside, the cool night air hit me, crisp and refreshing after the warmth of the kitchen. The streets were quiet, the noises of engines became scarce. Our house was just a few minutes away so I decided to walk it. I walked softly through the tarred road. The streets was dimly lit and only a few flickering streetlight illuminated. I held my purse over my shoulder, glancing around from left to right. The night always carried a certain restless feeling. Ahead, I heard the low growl of an engine. From a distance I spotted a black BMW, it's windows tinted. I glanced at it briefly, my pulse quickening, something just didn't feel right. Why would a car be parked out here in the middle of the night. I wanted to turn back and take another route, but it would be useless, they could still reach me regardless. Then, in an instant, the car sped up—racing ahead of me before screeching to a stop just a few feet away. “Oh no.” Panic shot through me.The driver’s door flew open, and two men stepped out. Their movements were quick, purposeful.
They were coming straight for me. “Hey!” My voice wavered as I turned to run. I didn’t get far. One of the men grabbed my left arm, but I continued to struggle, but it was no use, he was way stronger than me. "Let go of me!" I shouted, kicking and twisting, but the other man grabbed my other arm, pinning me between them. The man holding me growled, “Shut up,” as they dragged me toward the car. The other man opened the car’s back door, and together they forced me inside. I fought with every ounce of strength I had, but it was all fatal. Soon my full body was in and the door slammed shut. Immediately the driver ignited the engine and drove off.Victor’s arm was already mid-swing when I crashed into him—shoulder-first, full speed, no plan, no mercy. Just instinct.Just rage.We both hit the ground hard, rolling through blood and dirt. His claws raked my side, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I forced myself between him and Luca, drawing both blades with shaking hands. My arms were already burning, lungs aching, but I took position. Planted myself in front of the brother I tried to destroy. In front of the woman who changed everything.“You’re not killing him,” I said through clenched teeth. “Not today.”Victor rose slowly, blood dripping from his claws, a crooked smile peeling across his face. His fangs glinted. “So the dog finally bites the hand that raised him.”“You raised me to be a monster,” I said. “I’m done being your weapon.”He tilted his head, studying me like I was prey again. “You won’t last five seconds against me, Julian.”“Maybe,” I said. “But I only need one.”He snarled—and lunged.I barely blocked his first bl
Luca’s POV The world was burning.I heard steel clanged and saw teeth tore through flesh all around me. My claws were slick with blood—mine, theirs, I couldn’t even tell anymore. Every breath was smoke and dust and rage. I ducked a strike from a Shadow Blood wolf, spun, and drove my fist into his gut so hard he crumpled before he hit the ground.But it wasn’t his face I saw.It was Victor’s.Somewhere out there in this madness, he was waiting maybe for me, so we cen end this, once and for all. A flash of white caught my eye through the chaos. I turned just in time to see her—Aria.She cut through the battlefield like a streak of moonlight, her white wolf form a blur of snapping teeth and silver fury. She moved like the wind, but her focus was locked on him.Victor?! They clashed right there at the center of the field. For a second, I hesitated, I wanted to go and help her, but I didn't, not yet. She was strong and she had been well trained. I had to believe she could handle he
Aria's POV I didn’t wait.Didn’t need order and sure didn't need any strategy.I charged head on for war.The battlefield was madness—flesh and fire and steel and fur—but my mind was clear. One target at a time. One threat at a time. I was done being hidden. Done being the secret in someone else’s war.A Shadow Blood warrior came at me from the side, massive brown wolf, jaws open, claws up. Too slow.I ducked under his swipe and drove into him like a blade—shoulder first, full weight. He went down hard, and I was on him before he could blink. My teeth found the side of his throat. One twist. One snap. He didn’t get back up.Another came. Screaming. Claws aimed for my belly.I twisted midair, letting his slash just graze me, and slammed into his side with both paws. We rolled through the dirt, a blur of fur and rage, and I bit down into his shoulder until I felt bone grind. He howled. I didn't stop. I tore, again and again, until he was just another shape on the bloodied grass.Breath
Chapter 91Victor POVThe wind blew strongly across the high ridge, strong and heavy.And below, the valley stretched wide and waiting—bare of movement, thick with tension. The Blackmist border loomed in the near distance. So close I could smell it.Enough waiting.I turned from the ridge, eyes sweeping over the warriors assembled behind me. Two hundred of them. The best. Trained in fire and blood. My shadow wolves, bound by oath and fear and the quiet promise of power I had yet to unleash.They were watching me now—silent, focused, waiting for my word.I bared my teeth in a grin that held no warmth. Only hunger.“I’m done waiting,” I said, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the wind. “Every hour we waste gives them time to prepare. Time to doubt. Time to hope.”A ripple of unease moved through the front ranks. I welcomed it.“Hope,” I spat, stepping forward. “That’s what makes them weak. That’s what makes them foolish. That’s what ends tonight.”The crowd began to shift—eyes
Luca POVI stared at the maps spread across my desk, my mind still squirling with thoughts. I’d looked at this same terrain for hours, memorized every tree line, every slope. But nothing made sense today. Every route I drew ended in blood.Victor’s men weren’t just testing our borders—they were taunting us.I rubbed the heel of my hand against my temple. Sleep had been a luxury I hadn’t tasted in three days. Aria’s voice had been the only thing tethering me to sanity. Her sharp, grounded logic. Her refusal to let me spiral.But she hadn’t come by tonight. And that silence was starting to claw at my chest.A knock landed against my door, sharp and quick.“Enter,” I said, too tired to care who it was.A guard stepped in, barely able to breath like he ran a marathon to get here. “Alpha,” he said, then hesitated—like he was about to deliver a death sentence.I straightened, already on edge. “Spit it out.”He cleared his throat. “One of the East Wing warriors… Zane… he said Aria collapse
Light slipped through the curtains in lazy stripes, soft and quiet like it wasn’t supposed to be waking me. But my body had other ideas. I shifted under the blankets, trying to ignore the twist in my stomach that had been hanging around for days now. That kind of nausea that doesn’t just come and go—it lingers, waiting to catch you off guard.Today, though, it was worse. Way worse.I peeled my eyes open, blinking against the pale morning light. My body felt heavy. Sitting up was a slow, clumsy thing, and my legs threatened to give out beneath me. I grabbed the edge of the bed, steadying myself with a breath I didn’t know I was holding.Then it hit.The sickness, sharp and cruel. I barely made it to the side before doubling over, the world tilting sideways as I emptied everything I had. The sound of it felt loud in the quiet room, more raw than I expected.When it was over, I stayed there, leaning against the wall, chest shaking, trying to catch my breath. The sting at the corners of