Novels by Anthony Wilson

Aria's POV I jolted up from sleep. My eyes widened in horror, while my chest rose and fell. What sort of dream was that? Damon was chasing me. He had a gun. I ran a hand through my hair. What should I believe now? I don't know Damon well enough. Yes, he bought me. That was bad enough. But wanting to kill me? Then why did he get me from Victor? Doesn't he want an heir again? Why don't we go to our mate? My wolf whined. I rolled my eyes. The last thing I wanted was to be slapped with rejection. Alpha Kings rarely make their breeders their mates. I could never do that to myself. I love myself enough to keep this truth to myself even if I have to take it to my grave. A knock on the door made me jump. “Ms. Aria, are you awake?” I sat still as I tried to recall the voice. “ Can I come in?” The voice came again. That was when it clicked. Elena. I coughed, clearing my throat. “ Come in” I yelled, hand combing my hair. The door to my chambers opened and it wasn't just Elena there.

Aria's POV I spent the day trying not to think about what would happen that night. Elena brought me breakfast, lunch, and insisted I try on some of the clothes in the closet. They were all beautiful, expensive, and felt like costumes for a role I didn't want to play. "The blue brings out your eyes," Elena said, holding up a silk dress. "Does it matter what I wear when he—" I couldn't finish the sentence. Elena's face softened. "Oh, dear one." The pity in her eyes almost broke me. I'd held it together so far, but kindness was harder to bear than coldness. "I need some air," I said quickly, before the tears could fall. "The gardens are beautiful this time of day. Through the main hall, turn left, French doors at the end." I practically ran from the room, needing space, needing to breathe. The gardens were indeed beautiful—rose bushes, fruit trees, winding stone paths. But even paradise felt like a prison when you couldn't leave. I found a bench hidden behind a wall of jasmine a

Damon's POV I stood at my office window, watching the sun rise over my territory. Sleep had eluded me again, but this time for a different reason. The omega—Aria—had been in my fortress for exactly eight hours and thirty-seven minutes. Not that I was counting. "Your morning coffee, Alpha King." My mother's former assistant, Beth, placed the cup on my desk with practiced precision. I took a sip of the bitter brew, same as every morning for the past eighteen years. The taste had become a ritual, a reminder of discipline and control. "Marcus," I called out, knowing my beta was hovering outside. He entered immediately. "Alpha King?" "Has she settled in?" "Elena reports that Miss Bennett ate dinner and is currently sleeping." He paused. "She seems... resigned to the situation." Resigned. The word left a bitter taste that had nothing to do with the coffee. "The doctor will be here at nine," Marcus continued. "Should I escort Miss Bennett to the medical wing?" "No. Have the examina

Aria's POV The Northern Mountain Pack fortress looked like something out of a nightmare. Massive stone walls rose from the mountainside, disappearing into low-hanging clouds. Guards patrolled every entrance, their eyes glowing amber in the darkness. "Welcome to your new home," Marcus said, trying to sound cheerful. Home. This place would never be home. The Alpha King hadn't spoken once during the three-hour drive. He'd made phone calls, typed on his laptop, and reviewed documents—all while I sat inches away, my wolf desperately reaching for him. Now, as we pulled through the main gates, he finally looked at me. "You'll have your own wing in the fortress. Everything you need will be provided. Your only job is to produce an heir." "How romantic," I muttered. His grey eyes narrowed. "This isn't about romance, Miss Bennett. It's a business arrangement. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be." The car stopped in front of massive oak doors. I followed Damon inside, my wo

Aria's POVThe smell of whiskey and cigarettes clung to our run-down apartment like a second skin. I scrubbed the kitchen counter harder, trying to ignore the sound of my stepfather's slurred voice from the living room."You better make yourself useful, girl," Victor called out. "That pretty face of yours is the only thing keeping a roof over our heads."I bit my tongue. Three more months. Just three more months until I saved enough to leave this place forever. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, as desperate for freedom as I was.The front door slammed open, making me jump. Victor stumbled in, but he wasn't alone. Three men in expensive suits followed him, their presence filling our small apartment with the scent of power and danger."Where is she?" The tallest one asked, his voice carrying an alpha's command."Aria!" Victor barked. "Get in here!"I dried my hands on my apron, walking slowly into the living room. The moment I entered, all eyes turned to me. But I only noticed one pa