Romances de Milos Beckett

“This,” Aunt Luma said, setting a small wooden chest onto the table between us. “is the end of Aria.” My breath caught. Inside was filled with papers, neatly folded clothes, and several small bottles. Luma’s eyes cut into mine. “From tonight on, you are no longer Aria of the Silverbane Pack. That girl is dead. Arden stands in her place now.” The name landed heavy in my chest, unfamiliar and sharp. “I…” I whispered. “I'm not sure I can do this.” “You can, try.” Luma pulled a bundle of folded parchment and slid it across the table. “These are your documents. Academy identification, transfer records, letters of recommendation. All forged. They will stand against scrutiny—but only if you do. The moment you act like Aria instead of Arden, you’ll be found out.” My trembling fingers brushed the parchment, the ink marks that would decide my future. “An all-male academy…” My throat tightened. “Aunt Luma, what if they notice? What if they see?” Her eyes hardened. “They mustn't. Do you h

“Aria.” My father’s called on me across the great hall, I stopped mid-way and turned towards him. I just returned from training, my whole body ached from the rigorous training of the day. “Yes, Father,” I said, walking forward. My pulse pounding in my ears. He didn’t waste a breath. “You will be wed to Alpha Malrick in a fortnight. Prepare yourself.” The words struck me harder than any blow Aunt Luma had ever delivered. For a moment, I thought I didn't hear correctly. “What?” “You heard me,” he said, voice steady as stone. “The union is agreed. The contract is sealed. In two weeks’ time, you will be his wife.” “No.” The word slipped out before I could think. My body trembled. “Father, you can’t—” “I can. And I have.” He said, his eyes cold and hard. “This marriage secures our pack’s future. Malrick’s power grows, and with it, so must our alliances. You will do your duty.” My mouth went dry. I really thought it was s joke. That it would never come to this. But I should have k

“Up.”My aunt’s sharp voice woke me up from the best sleep I've had in three days. I opened my eyes, groaning as the chill morning air made me shiver. I looked out of my window and it was as dark as night. world. My body screamed at me to remain wrapped up in bed and enjoy it's warmth but I couldn't ignore Aunt Luma's command. This was what I signed up for. “Up, Aria. Now.” I slowly dragged myself up, “It’s… it’s still dark,” I mumbled, yawning loudly. “That’s the point.” Aunt Luma’s silhouette moved past the faint light of the lantern, stern and unyielding. “If you want to survive, you must train when others still sleep. Now move.” By the time we stepped outside, it was freezing. Each breathe I took made a fog in the air. The field stretched before us, damp with dew. The field was like a silent graveyard, occasionally interrupted by the chirping crickets in the distance. Luma threw a wooden staff at me. “Today begins your unmaking,” she said. “If you cling to the girl you wer

That night, I couldn't sleep, the event of the day kept replaying itself in my head. Every time I try to close my eyes, I could hear father’s voice selling me off to Alpha Malrick without even asking about how I feel. I spent the night praying he'll change his mind, or decide that I am not an object to be bought and sold. Before daybreak, I had gotten to Aunt Luma’s chamber.I sat at the edge of her bed, restless, waiting for instructions, a plan anything. My aunt paced around the room quietly. Her shawl was worn over her shoulders, her face looked worried. After waiting for what seems like an eternity, she turned to me. “Aria,” she said softly, “Aria are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes Aunt Luma. I'm sure this is what my mother would have wanted.” She sighed. “if you want to escape your father, you must run very far. Go to a place where your father will never find you. Because your father will not stop searching until he drags you back here and hands you over to Malrick hi

I had just finished my training for the day. I was headed to the kitchen when I heard my father’s voice coming from the half open door of his study. I stopped. I could here him talking about something important. His tone was low and deliberate—the kind he only used when speaking of power, politics, or enemies.Against my better instinct, I peeled my eyes on the small crack between the doors and listened. “…the marriage is settled,” Father said, his voice low but firm. “Alpha Malrick wants her, and I have no reason to refuse. It is a bond that will strengthen our pack.” My breath caught. Malrick Voss? My father wants to marry me off to Alpha Malrick Voss the alpha of y knees became weak. The name alone was enough to make my wolf—Liora—let out a low, growl inside me. "He’s… older than her. Cruel, even for his reputation." Beta Rowan’s spoke, hesitant, as though even he feared speaking the truth. "She has no choice.” Father snapped. “The contract is signed. Alpha Malrick will ha