Chapter: 30 days to save my alpha chapter 10:one breath between usThe door clicked shut behind Aria. Cold air hit her face. The night was black, no moon, only the sound of waves crashing against rocks far below and the faint hum of Selena’s generators. Aria stopped five feet from her. Selena stood there in a black coat, hair pinned back, no weapons visible. She looked almost bored. Almost kind. Like an older sister who had come to “talk.” “Good girl,” Selena said. Her voice was soft. Too soft. “You came alone. He must trust you a lot.” “I didn’t come for him,” Aria lied. Her hands were steady. The locket under her shirt was warm. “I came to end this without more blood.” Selena laughed. A light, musical sound. “Blood is already on the floor, dear. In the lighthouse. In the safe room. On his shirt right now.” She tilted her head. “You think love stops it? It doesn’t. It just makes the knife sharper when it falls.” Inside the warehouse, Damon heard every word. His hands fisted in the sheets. He tried to stand. Marcus put a hand on his che
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Chapter: 30 days to save my alpha - Chapter 9: The Trap She WearsThe inside of the truck was dark. Only the faint glow of the dashboard and the sound of Aria’s breathing filled the space. Damon’s head still rested in her lap. The blood on his shirt had dried, but it was warm. He was alive. He was breathing. Aria tore a piece of her scarf and pressed it against his wound, as if pressure alone could hold death back. The locket against her chest was cold now. A few minutes ago it had burned like fire. Now it was silent. Exhausted. As if it had spent all its strength too. “Prepare,” Marcus said from the front seat. His hands were steady on the wheel. “The new hideout is twenty miles away. An old warehouse. No one knows about it.” Aria didn’t answer. She ran her fingers through Damon’s hair. There was a streak of blood on his forehead. She wiped it away with her thumb. Slowly. As if he were made of glass. “I’m not going to let you die,” she whispered, just for him. “Understand? You promised. You said you wouldn’t let me be afraid. So you keep
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Chapter: 30 days to save my alpha Chapter 8: The Weight of His Name_29:19:00:00_ The word still hung in the air. Heavy. Final. Dangerous. Damon had said it without hesitation. Without doubt. In front of his entire pack. In front of Marcus, who now stood in the hall with arms crossed, watching Aria walk past him like she was a question he hadn’t solved yet. Aria didn’t stop. She couldn’t. If she stopped, she’d turn around. And if she turned around, she’d see the way Damon’s storm-gray eyes had burned when he claimed her. Not as a wolf. Not as Luna. As his. The Warren was alive with movement. Trucks idled in the underground cavern, engines thrumming low. Wolves loaded weapons, food, medical kits. No one spoke above a whisper. Selena’s attack had put them all on edge. But every wolf, every eye, followed Aria. The outsider. The girl with no pack scent. The girl wearing a locket that had frozen hunters solid an hour ago. And now the girl Damon had marked with three words. She was halfway to the exit when footsteps fell in beside her. Steady.
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Chapter: 30 days to save my alpha Chapter 7: The Weight of MoonlightThe pack moved like shadows. Trucks with blacked-out windows rumbled through the back roads of the territory, engines low and careful. No headlights. No radio. Only the sound of tires on asphalt and the steady rhythm of wolves breathing in the dark. Aria sat beside Damon in the lead truck. Her hands rested on the locket. It was cold now. Quiet. Like it had used all its strength in the safe room and was waiting. _29:20:15:00._ Twenty-nine days. Twenty hours. Fifteen minutes. Damon hadn’t spoken in ten minutes. His shoulder was bandaged, but blood had already seeped through the white cloth. He stared out the window, jaw tight, Alpha mask locked in place. Only his thumb moving against the seat gave him away. Rubbing slow circles on the leather. A habit. A tell. “You should let someone else drive,” Aria said softly. She kept her voice low. The truck was full of his wolves. They were all listening, even if they pretended not to. “I’m fine,” Damon said. The same lie he’d told
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Chapter: 30 days to save my alpha Chapter 6: Chains of MoonlightThe safe room smelled like old steel and dried blood. A single bulb flickered above them, casting shadows that crawled across the stone walls. Damon’s weight was still heavy on Aria’s shoulder, his breathing uneven against her neck. _29:21:58:00._ Aria didn’t move. She let him breathe. Let the Alpha fall apart for one minute where no one could see. His fingers were still laced with hers, tight, like he was afraid if he let go she’d vanish. “You’re not fine,” she whispered finally. Her thumb brushed the back of his hand, over the blood and dirt and silver burns. “And you don’t have to pretend with me.” Damon made a sound low in his throat. Not a growl. A surrender. Slowly, he lifted his head. His eyes were no longer wild. They were exhausted. Human. The gray storm had calmed to something softer. “You shouldn’t have seen that,” he said. His voice was raw. “Not the killing. Not the weakness after.” “I saw both,” Aria said. She didn’t look away. “And I’m still here. So stop de
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Chapter: 30 days to save my alpha Chapter 5: The First BloodThe locket pulsed once against Aria’s chest, hot as a living thing. Damon’s arms were still locked around her on the balcony, his heartbeat thundering against her ribs. For three seconds, the world held its breath. Then the glass shattered. A black arrow hissed past Damon’s ear and exploded against the stone wall, spraying shards of ice that sizzled where they landed. The scent of wolfsbane filled the air. “Down!” Damon roared, shoving Aria to the floor as a second arrow came. He moved like a shadow, faster than human eyes could track. His claws slid out with a soft _shink_, and the next arrow he caught mid-air. The wood splintered in his fist. Aria hit the cold stone, heart hammering. The countdown timer in her vision flickered: _29:22:48:00_. Twenty-nine days. But right now, she had three seconds to live. Below them, the gardens erupted. Shadows peeled away from the hedges. Five rogues in black armor surged toward the balcony, their eyes glowing amber. Selena’s text wasn’t
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