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Lyra povI wished I had stayed.Moon goddess, if I had known this was how it would end up, I never would’ve stepped out of that car. Never would’ve let Vincenzo’s cold hands replace Marcello’s fire. Never would’ve believed him when he said I was safer with him.“Why are you doing this to me, Vincenzo?” My voice was shaking, raw like something had clawed its way out of my throat. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t wipe them. What was the point?He didn’t answer.Didn’t even look at me.Just sat on the edge of that ratty mattress with a cigarette balanced between his fingers like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He brought it to his lips slowly, took a long drag, and exhaled as if I hadn’t spoken at all. The smoke curled into the air between us, a ghost of silence.“Vincenzo.” I stepped closer. My bare feet scraped against the dusty wooden floor. My voice cracked. “Talk to me.”He turned his head halfway. Not all the way. Never all the way.“Shut up, Lyra,” he muttered, the w

Marcello povI just don’t need anyone’s permission to confront Vincenzo. The thought of him with my woman for days gnaws at me like a relentless itch that I can't scratch. What stings even more is that nobody seems to acknowledge this – not even my godfather, who usually has a finger on every pulse in our circle.I sat in my worn leather chair, the surface cool against my skin, twirling a pen between my fingers as I flipped through a pile of reports and memos. The words blurred together in a haze of frustration; my focus was lost, consumed by the infuriating image of Vincenzo laughing and whispering sweet nothings in the ear of the woman I love. It had been days now, and the silence surrounding this betrayal was deafening, amplifying my anger.With a sudden burst of irritation, I tossed the papers aside, the scattering sheets creating a chaotic scene that mirrored my tumultuous thoughts. The shuffling echoed in the quiet room, a sound that felt as heavy as the weight on my chest. My g

As the music swelled and laughter filled the hall, my throat tightened. I kept my eyes down, but I could feel him.His presence was like a fire beneath my skin, drawing me in, pulling me toward him even when I knew I shouldn’t look.But I did.I risked a glance, just one.And I caught him watching me.Across the glittering room, past the nobles and silks and chandeliers — his gaze was locked on me.Not Valerie.Not the noble alphas or their perfect mates.Me.It was brief. A flicker. A ghost of something unreadable in his eyes.Then it was gone. He turned away as if it had never happened.As if I didn’t exist.Still, my pulse thundered in my ears. My grip on the tray tightened until my knuckles ached."Stop staring," I muttered to myself. "He doesn’t care. He’ll never care."But part of me whispered what if?What if that flicker meant something?What if he saw me — truly saw me — for just a second?A crash jerked me out of my thoughts. A noble had bumped into a servant, sending wine c

Claire povI watched the unfolding romance between Vincenzo and his visitor, Lyra. There was something undeniably magnetic about their connection; Vincenzo had this way of drawing her into a conversation that made it impossible for her to resist. He never allowed a moment of silence to linger between them, always eager to reassure her and pull her closer into his world.As I leaned against the doorframe, my eyes pressed against the peephole, I could feel the electric atmosphere of their exchange: laughter mingling with soft whispers, the warm glow of the dim light casting shadows around them. Suddenly, I felt a gentle but unexpected touch on my arm. My heart raced, and I froze in place, the urgency of not wanting my brother to notice sending a shiver down my spine. I inhaled sharply, my breath hitching in my throat as I carefully turned my head to see who had approached me.It was Cassandra. Her presence was both alarming and oddly comforting. I could see her striking green eyes glimm

Vincenzo povI couldn't help but grin as Lyra's hips swayed to the music, her waist twerking seductively on my laps. The confidence she'd gained since being with me was intoxicating, and I was drunk on the sight of her. My hands wandered, tracing the curves of her body as she moved, sending shivers down her spine.As she spun around, her sparkling eyes locked onto mine, a playful glimmer dancing within them as she raised an eyebrow in curious inquiry. "Who was that?" she asked, her voice husky and throaty, barely rising above the throbbing beats of the music that enveloped us like a warm, intoxicating embrace.I couldn't help but chuckle, fully aware of the subject of her intrigue. "Marcello," I replied, my voice low and smooth, each syllable dripping with a calm confidence.Lyra's eyes widened in surprise, her curiosity morphing into a hint of panic. She attempted to scramble off my lap with a flurry of limbs, but I quickly pulled her back, wrapping my arms around her waist with a ge

Marcello pov"Rebekah!!" I bellowed her name again, the sound ricocheting off the plastered walls and mingling with the cacophony of laughter and music in the air. Frantically, I swept my gaze across the crowded room, a sea of unfamiliar faces blending into a blur as I searched for that one familiar figure. With each passing moment, the rising tide of panic washed over me, my heart pounding like a frantic jackrabbit trapped in a snare. I cried out for her once more, my voice laced with urgency. "Rebekah!!"Driven by a force beyond my control, my feet propelled me forward, weaving in and out of clusters of partygoers lost in their own revelry. The pulsing rhythm of the bass thumped heavily in my chest, and the idle chatter around me faded into a dull, disorienting hum. Desperation clawed at my insides, tightening its grip with every heartbeat. Where was she? Why wasn't she responding to my calls?I navigated through the throng, feeling the warmth of bodies brushing against mine, the sc

ARIA'S POV The moment Wolfe passed by in his Lamborghini, I was still standing by the school gate, my mind racing as I tried to process the words he had spoken to me: "Mi chica." His hand on my thigh is the last thing I remember before the roar of the Aventador began fading away into the distance. I was trying to comprehend that entire evening the kisses, his possessiveness, and that strange jolt coursing through me. With the sound of girls' laughter punctuating the air, the cruel world re established itself. They were a group of girls, whispering and glancing toward me. Heat was blasting up my cheeks as they commenced the name-calling, mocking me for having been with Dean Sebastian Wolfe. Their words struck me like a thousand knives. "Sebastian's pet is hereee!" sneered one. "I bet she got high grades for more than just studying!" My fists clenched. I wanted to scream back at them. But how could I explain? How could I tell them that I never planned to have sexual relations

ARIA'S POV The sun rays kissed my face as the aches played their very own symphony upon my body. My eyes fluttered open to discover an unfamiliar room, curtains of a deep sapphire shade. "Oh my God," I gasped, nausea overwhelming me like a freight train. Everything from the drinking to the dancing, and then Wolfe, all came rushing back into my consciousness. I grasped at the bed, heart thumping loudly against my ribcage. Where was I? And where was Wolfe? The bedroom door swung open, and he ambled in, looking all nonchalant and handsome in a too-fitted simple tee and jeans. His hair looked windblown with sleep while a dubious smudge of lipstick graced the collar-class. "Good morning," he started softly, huskily, "you look beautiful, even when you wake up early in the morning." I felt a deep blush climb my cheeks, but I pushed it aside. I wanted answers. "How did I get here?" I cried in panic. "Where are we?" He flashed a slight smile while strolling over to pour a gla

Wolfe’s POV: I lay there, my body trembling from the aftermath of the first round. Aria curled up next to me, resting her head on my chest. I heard the slow, steady rhythm of her heartbeat while she was slowly falling asleep. Yet, despite the exhaustion tugging at my heavy eyelids, I just couldn't seem to relax. There was still too much unsaid going between us. I carefully slid out from under Aria's sleeping body and stood up. The aching hardness in my cock screamed to be rewarded by more of her sweet pussy. I should've let her rest, but the sight of her half naked body slumped against the bed was just too tempting. I grabbed her ankles and dragged her toward the mattress's edge. She stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. I slapped her ass so hard she yelped. "Wake up,little one,” I growled. She blinked up at me, confusion flashing through her eyes. "What’s the matter?” I grinned down at her, my hand caressing up her thigh. "We’re only getting started Aria ,G

Aria’s POV I froze when the words escaped his mouth, eyes wide with shock. I had been so careful, so assured I had indeed worked out a con on him. "Wolfe?" I asked, my voice shaking ever so slightly. A chuckle escaped his throat after the deep rumble that made shivers go down my spine. "Oh, Aria! You didn't really think you could hide from me, did you? I knew it was you the moment you called my name.”.. Heat rushed to my cheeks—an uneasy mix of embarrassment and excitement. “I never introduced myself as Wolfe and yet..yet you called me that.”he continued. Fuck. I bit my lip, unable to look at him. He was right: I had messed up. I got so carried away but my body was longing for him. Yes, I caught him with Jules but I loved the way he made me feel , I still could not completely shake off the desire I felt for him. "About Jules..she was a mistake, a mere slip up. A mere temptation.”His voice took on a harder edge. A mere temptation? Didn’t seem like a “mere temp

Aria’s POV What the hell was this motherfucker doing here? I had hoped he couldn’t tell it was me and he couldn’t .. but what if he figured out soon? The thought sent a jolt of panic through me. Standing before us was the Devil himself—the man who had ruined my life. He wore a fitted yellow shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing just enough of his toned chest to be infuriatingly distracting. His pants were impeccably tailored, matching his polished brown shoes. With effortless ease, he swept his wavy hair back, the gesture exuding a casual arrogance that made my stomach twist. *God, he’s handsome.* It was an unwelcome observation. He looked younger than he had any right to, his sharp features and confident stance commanding attention. I hated that I couldn’t tear my eyes away. *This is the man who just slept with my best friend.* The thought was a knife to the ribs. I told myself I didn’t care—but the ache in my chest betrayed me. “Yes, we’d lov

Wolfe’s POV Fuck. Aria had caught us. I and Jules. The moment Aria walked away, something inside me twisted—tight, relentless. My body screamed to move, to chase after her, to drag her back before she disappeared completely. Call her. Go. Now. But my feet refused to unroot from the damn floor. It was pathetic. My pulse hammered, my jaw locked, yet I stood there like some useless statue, watching her leave. “Sebastian, we’d explain things to Aria later..”Jules’ voice was a purr, sticky with need. “My pussy is still wet, craving you..all of you..” she continued. Her legs were splayed wide, her arousal glistening, dripping slow and shameless down her thighs. The sight of it—the scent—should’ve had me on my knees, fucking my tongue into her until she screamed. Fuck. I wanted to. My mouth watered, my cock throbbed , every primal instinct in me snarling to take what she was offering. But all I could see was *her* Aria. I had fucked everything up. “Come, m