Novels by Dark Seduction

ARIA’S POVThe world explodes inside my skull before it explodes outside it.Heat and pressure. A long, tearing pain behind my eyes and head.“Aria......focus.”My father’s voice is a command made of gravel and dominance. “Let it rise.”“I’m not letting anything rise!” I snap back, stumbling away from him. Except the ground trembles under my feet like I just slapped the earth awake.The Bloodmoon wolves circle me, their posture lowered, with glowing eyes.Submission…to me! And that… that can’t be right.“What are you doing to me?” I demand, clutching my chest as my heartbeat keeps beating fast, making it even more painful to endure.“I’m not doing anything,” he says calmly. “You are. I told you, your blood was never human.”“My blood is none of your business!”“It is the only business that matters.”I feel my insides crack, as loud as a gunshot in my bones. Another surge of heat blasts outward. The wolves surrounding me yelp and drop. The air warps. The ground fractures.“What….what’s

ARIA’S POVDarkness didn’t feel like fading. It felt like drowning.I moved upward mentally through the thick, suffocating nothing until sound finally returned; low growls, heavy breathing, and footsteps pacing around me like restless shadows.When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the Reapers’ compound anymore.Stone walls. Flickering torchlighs. And a boho earthy smell. A circle of men—no, wolves…staring like I was meat on their table.And in the center of them stood the biggest man I’d ever seen.Tall. Broad. With pale scars across his jaw. And eyes like burning coal.He stepped forward with the slow confidence of someone who owned the room, the people in it, and probably the entire world outside.“Good,” he said, with a voice deep enough to vibrate my bones. “You’re awake.”I pushed myself up on shaking elbows. “Uhm. Hi? You are—?”“Your father.”I blinked. Slow. Twice. “Yeah, no. Try again.”He smiled, and it wasn’t kind. “You look like her. The same eyes. The same fire. You are mine

ARIA’S POVI didn’t know forty-eight hours could feel like a prison sentence until Damon Black decided I was his involuntary roommate.“Stop walking so fast,” I snapped, jogging to keep up as he stalked across the courtyard of the Reapers’ compound.“I’m not walking fast. You’re walking slow,” he muttered.“You’re six foot a million, relax!”He didn’t. Obviously.The compound looked like a biker fortress had married a scrapyard and birthed chaos: garages, metal shipping containers converted into rooms, bikes everywhere, wolves staring openly like I was a circus attraction. I’d tried…twice…to slip out. Damon caught me…twice…and looked personally offended every time.Now he was escorting me back to the garage after dragging me from yet another “escape attempt.”I wasn’t escaping. I was… relocating. Spiritually.“You done?” Damon asked, in a low and very annoyed tone.“No.”“Too bad.”I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw my brain. “If you just let me lea—”“Not happening.”“I didn’t eve

ARIA'S POV Damon didn’t ask me to follow him.He dragged me. Literally.One second I was standing there, trying to make sense of the whole bloody werewolf WWE match I’d just witnessed, with a crazy humanoid chasing after me and the next, his hand clamped around my arm like a steel trap.“Hey—HEY! I can walk!” I snapped, stumbling behind him as he stormed down the alley.“Good,” he growled, not slowing down. “Walk faster.”“Excuse you? Who the hell died and made you—”“Aria.”The way he said my name; flat, deep, and annoyed, it made every cell in my body pause for half a heartbeat.Then I remembered who I am.“Don’t use my government name like you pay my bills,” I said.His jaw twitched. Good. Stress him.He shoved open a metal door at the back of the auto shop, revealing a hallway that did NOT, emphasis on the NOT, belong in any normal garage. Dark walls, exposed brick, steel accents, the faint smell of smoke and motor oil…no, this was something else. I just couldn't place my finger

ARIA'S POV “Please don’t cancel, please don’t cancel,” I mutter as I jog down Ravencrest’s cracked sidewalk with a sad-looking takeout bag swinging from my hand.“If this person cancels, that’s my transport money gone. My destiny? Finished.”I check the order again. NAME: Blackfang LOCATION: Auto shop districtDELIVERY TYPE: Noodles Of course. Nothing good ever comes out of that place except broken headlights and guys who think revving at 2 a.m. is a personality trait. And isn't it a little odd for the feared Blackfang bikers to be ordering noodles at this time of the night, it's pretty sassy for a bunch of biker kings.But I keep moving, the street is quiet and too quiet at that. The type of quiet that makes you think God muted the world.I stop in front of the shop listed on the order.Lights off. Door locked.I blink.“Don’t annoy me,” I whisper to the universe.I knock. No answer.I knock harder. “Hello? I have your overpriced noodles.”Still nothing.I sigh dramatically and l