Nobela ni queenieugo

Aria’s POVI am staring at the tubes when she walks in, her eyes tired but bright. She stops by the desk, leaning over to sign in. Someone tries to get her attention in the front row. The boy from last night. But she ignores him, heading straight for me.“You are in my seat,” she murmurs, angling her head.“Oh!” I blink, my brain scrambling all over the place. I didn’t think we were going to be in the same class. “Sorry.”“It’s fine,” she shakes her head, taking the seat next to me. “You can have it. Consider it payment for not walking into the kitchen and thinking you can save me from harm. Nyra would have done it in a heartbeat. It annoys me.”I narrow my eyes in confusion. “What?”“I saw you at the party yesterday,” Isla chirps. She doesn’t sound angry. “You know you do a shitty job at hiding, right? Your shoes were out in the open, and your smell….” She purses her lips and turns to look at me.Her eyes search my face intently before she shakes her head. “Strange.”I edge towards

Aria’s POVDarius.I tried not to think about him all night, but when I fell asleep, I saw those eyes in my dreams. It was strange, because I was right here, right in the woods beside my window.Twigs snapped underneath my feet as I ran forward, the trees fading into a blur all around me. The scent of the night air teased my nostrils, mixed with something else.Him.He was in the middle of the clearing, but this time, it wasn’t Darius. It was his wolf. Dark like midnight, with a fierce gaze. Dad had warned me that getting them not to shift was the important part in taking them out, that it was almost game over fighting with a wolf.But in that moment, as he approached, his paws hitting the earth, I was so certain he wasn’t going to harm me. And I did the strangest thing.I took a step forward in his direction.We stared at each other for the longest time, but that peace seemed to be fractured when our heads moved to the left, when we heard them coming.“Run,” I whispered, my tone urge

Darius’ POVThe word I have never heard in all my existence courses through me as I bring the rim of my red cup to my lips.Mate.Luca, my beta, angles his head, watching me as I stare at nothing in particular. He has always been able to read me for as long as I can remember.And right now, I feel him trying to do the same thing.I hear her sharp whimper up the stairs, but I don’t look. Instead, I bring the cup to my lips again. I can’t afford to think about her. Not right now.Still, those green eyes are nestled in my subconscious.It makes no sense.Nothing makes sense right now.The door cracks open, and Nyra steps in. Her feet come to an abrupt halt when she takes in the space, her gaze narrowing. “What happened here?”Luca crosses the space to join her, wrapping a hand around her waist and pulling her flush against him. I watch as she melts into his arms, as she turns her face to him, an easy smile lighting up her features immediately.I have never wanted this, even if it is all

Aria’s POVI seem to have suddenly forgotten how to breathe. All I can focus on are those dark eyes gazing intently into mine, the feral snarl of his lips and the damn scent that tingles my senses, threatening to pull me under.I try to swallow, try to say something, but my tongue has decided to remain glued to the roof of my mouth. His words wash through me, but all I can do is shake my head.A gasp escapes my lips when he brings one hand above my head, when his other hand moves down, a finger grazing my chin. I feel the sudden pull, the jolt of electricity coursing through me where his skin meets.He juts my chin up, and a plea almost falls from my lips.But what will I be begging for? For him to let me go? For him to take a tiny step closer, to bridge the space between us?It all ends as soon as it began. One minute, all I can feel is his presence, and the next, I hear the door close quietly. I release a breath, my heart still thudding hard against my chest, as if trying to claw it

Aria’s POVIt is crowded inside, kids laughing so loud that I am overwhelmed with the urge to press my hands against my ears. Red cups hang in the air, sharp eyes scanning the space, the music blasting through the walls.This isn’t my space.It has never been.Still, I push through the slim entrance, the smell of liquor hitting the minute I walk into the large living room, with couches moved aside and sweaty bodies pressed against each other.The Blood Ridge Pack.I have read a lot about them from the Hunters’ library, but it isn’t the same thing as being near them. As being in the same room as them. Their energy…there is something about it that makes me halt in the middle of the space.“Get out of the way,” someone screams. I move just in time before I get run over by a drunk college kid in roller skates. His laughter travels down the hallway with him, and I move in that direction.Searching for something.Anything.The hallway is the same as the living room, seemingly devoid of anyt