Chapter: Chapter Twenty One: Sweetheart, This Is The BalanceARIAThe house was quiet. Too quiet.I shut the door slowly, trying not to make a sound. Maybe if I moved soft enough, I could make it to my room without anyone seeing—“Wow.”I froze.Daphne leaned against the kitchen counter, wine glass in hand, eyes sharp and smug. “Well, well. Look who finally crawls home. Where were you last night, little coward?”I frowned.She tilted her head. “Let me guess. Hiding under your bed while the real hunters went out?”“I had work,” I muttered, trying to step around her.“Oh sure. Work. Always your excuse. You conveniently disappear right when we go on a full moon run.”I kept walking.She laughed. “Figures. You always run from anything real. Admit it—you were just scared. Again.”“Daphne.”Jordan’s voice cut through the room. He stood at the hall’s edge, arms folded.“That’s enough.”Daphne scoffed. “Why do you always defend her? She’s not a kid. If she’s gonna sneak off like a rat, she should at least be ready for questions.”I walked faster, fists
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty: Like Nothing HappenedARIAHe didn’t say anything else. Just turned and walked toward the door, motioning for me to follow.I hesitated. Just for a second.But when he looked back, his eyes were already darker, more dangerous. I followed.He led me down the hall—silent, smooth steps, like this was routine. Like he’d walked this exact path before.And when we stopped in front of the door, I knew it.It was the same room. The same one I’d stayed in the first time I came here.I stepped inside and he left without another word. The door clicked shut.I didn’t sleep. Not a single minute. Time bled out into nothing. It wasn’t just fear or confusion—my brain refused to shut off.Even after he left, even after the door locked behind him, I just lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling like it had answers I needed at the moment.The room was spotless—like someone had come in right before me and scrubbed it top to bottom. Everything looked like it was waiting. Like I was expected.Too neat. Too quiet.And that
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Chapter: Chapter Nineteen: Three RulesI didn’t move for a long time.Not even after the door clicked shut. Not even when silence wrapped around me like a shroud. I just sat there—still clutching that silver knife like it could protect me, shaking, breathless, my legs folded awkwardly beneath me on the cold floor.What the hell just happened?The image of him—of Knox—burned behind my eyes. That inhuman shift. Those glowing gold eyes. The chains. His voice. His body. God, his body.I forced a shaky breath out and blinked hard. I needed to get out of my head.I needed to get out.My eyes darted around the room in a blur of panic until they landed on something lying by the edge of the shattered restraints. The wristwatch.I crawled to it, fingertips brushing against the cracked face, and my breath caught.I’d been here over an hour. Just sitting there. In shock. Paralyzed by everything I’d seen.What was I doing?Why was I still here?He was a werewolf. A real one. Dangerous, naked, and clearly unstable. I didn’t belong here.
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Chapter: Chapter Eighteen: Are You A Hunteress? ARIA The moment his form solidified, all of the confidence, bravery—whatever that was—died an immediate death. I stumbled backward with a soft yelp, my legs refusing to cooperate as my butt met the cold floor again. “Oh—oh my god—” I blinked rapidly, trying to look anywhere but there, but my eyes kept betraying me. He was naked. Fully, gloriously, terrifyingly naked. And aroused. My throat dried up. My thoughts scattered. The rawness of his form—taut muscles slick with sweat, the rise and fall of his broad chest, that sharp line leading down his abdomen to the thick length between his legs—it burned itself into my brain. I didn't mean to look. I really didn't. But I looked. Again. And again. “Shit,” I whispered, dragging my eyes back to his face—just as his gold eyes flickered, beginning to shift back to their usual stormy grey. His jaw clenched. His body… still trembling from the shift as his fists curled at his sides. And then the chains snapped. The loud, bru
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Chapter: Chapter Seventeen: Naked'I shouldn’t be here'I kept telling myself. Yet here I am, in front of Mr Grey's penthouse. I wrapped my fingers tight around the worn leather strap of my bag with the right file inside. It wouldn't had be a big deal but knowing Knox's schedule to send those files over to the board members tomorrow, I rather fix my wrong. But what in earth was I thinking that made me give Manson the wrong file. Gosh!'Come back early. You will be joining the hunt'Wren’s words from this morning intruded my thoughts but I shoved it at the back of my mind. I will head over the moment I'm done.I took a deep breath as I entered the building. I was about to input the code when I noticed the door was unlocked.'Weird' I thought, stepping fully into the house. The place was quiet as though no one was in. "Mr Grey" I called out hoping I wasn't the only being in this place. Silence.No response.My lips pouted as I took a good view of the place. The last time I was here, Knox's presence didn't let me take
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Chapter: Chapter Sixteen: What did I Send To Knox? ARIATasha didn’t move. Even after my words cut through her smug little performance, she just stood there and glared. Her knuckles tightened around the folder while her lips pressed into a thin, furious line.I should have known better.The moment her heels clicked against the floor and she turned back toward me, my spine stiffened. The boldness I felt a minute ago vanished as I saw the storm brewing in her eyes. My breath hitched when she stalked toward my desk and stopped inches away.“You must be out of your damn mind,” she hissed. “Who gave you the guts to talk back to me?”My heart pounded hard and fast like a warning bell.She leaned in, her voice sharp enough to cut. “Just because Mr. Grey cornered you doesn’t mean you’re special. He’ll get bored, and when he does, you’ll be nothing but a forgotten distraction.”The words burned, but this time, something inside me refused to shrink back. I wasn’t the same girl who
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“Please stop, you're drunk,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to push him off. His body was heavy against mine, his movements sluggish but persistent.
He barely heard me. “How old are you?” he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol.
“18,” I gasped, heart racing in a mix of fear and confusion.
“Then you're already an adult” he said with a low chuckle, as though that settled everything.
I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve left. But I didn't have the strength to argue, didn't have the will to stop him. He moved against me again, and that's when I felt something cold touch the most intimate part of me….
I woke up alone in a dimly lit room. He was still there, his back turned to me, but his face-his identity-was still hidden behind the mask. I glanced down at his left shoulder. A Phoenix tattoo. Bold. Intriguing.
But then, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my things and ran, my heart racing as I left the room without another word. It was supposed to be just a night. One meant to be forgotten. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I didn't know his name. I didn't even know his face. It was a night meant to stay buried in the past. It was a night I promised myself I’d forget.
But that promise broke when pregnancy came knocking.
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Chapter: Chapter Eight: Breaking PointCALISTA The dull ache in my head was the first thing I noticed as I blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains. My eyes burned from crying all night, and my body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and emotional turmoil. I hadn’t slept. How could I, when the past twelve hours had flipped my life upside down? My throat was sore and my heart felt like it had been shredded. But there was one thing that still mattered, one thing that kept me going even when the world around me seemed to crumble—Aaron. Pushing aside the blanket, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, though my knees wobbled beneath me. My reflection in the mirror caught my attention, and I almost didn’t recognize the woman staring back. My hair was a tangled mess, and my face was blotchy and pale. But I didn’t care. Aaron needed me, and I needed him. I hurried out of the room, my bare feet padding against the cold floor. “Aaron?” I called, my voice hoarse and cracking. There w
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Chapter: Chapter Seven: Just Like She did Six years agoCASSIUS Aaron’s question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. “Are you my daddy?” I stared at him for a long moment, the resemblance hitting me harder than I cared to admit. The boy didn’t just look like me—he was a mirror of my childhood self. The same dark hair, sharp features, Hazel eyes and even that slight furrow in his brow when he was curious. “There’s only one way to find out,” I said, my voice calm but firm. Calista bristled immediately, standing protectively between me and the boy. “This is ridiculous. It’s just a coincidence! Lots of kids look like people they’re not related to.” “A coincidence?” I raised an eyebrow, gesturing toward Aaron, who was now findiling with his fingers in the corner. “He doesn’t just look like me. He is me, Mrs. Dario. The resemblance isn’t just uncanny—it’s undeniable.” Her jaw tightened, and she crossed her arms. “So what if he looks like you? That doesn’t mean anything!” I didn’t respond immediately, instead picking up my phone and
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Chapter: Chapter Six: Are You My Daddy?CALISTAThe soft hues of dawn filtered into the room, but the beauty of the morning did nothing to soothe my restless heart. Sleep had eluded me all night. My mind replayed the events of the past few days like a broken record—Cassius’s cold demeanor, the mansion’s suffocating luxury, and, most of all, the aching void left by my son’s absence.Aaron’s face haunted my thoughts. His cheeky grin, the sparkle in his eyes, the way his little arms wrapped around my neck—it was unbearable to be away from him.By morning, I made my decision. I needed to see him.Hours later, I stood at Lila’s front door, my palms damp with nerves. Before I could knock, the door swung open, and there he was—my little ball of energy, sprinting toward me with a wide grin.“Mummy!” Aaron’s voice rang with pure joy as he flung his arms around my legs.“Aaron!” I bent down, scooping him into my arms and holding him close. Tears stung my eyes as I kissed his forehead. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”“I missed you
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Chapter: Chapter Five: Where We StandCALISTA The drive to the Dario mansion was suffocating, not because of Martin’s silent company, but because of the weight of the choice I had made. My palms rested on my lap, trembling slightly. In my mind, Aaron’s bright smile and cheerful voice reminded me why I was doing this. The car pulled through towering iron gates and up a winding driveway. When the mansion came into view, my breath caught. It wasn’t just large—it was a palace. The sprawling estate boasted manicured gardens, a fountain large enough to rival a city park, and stone architecture straight out of a fairy tale. "Imposing, isn’t it?" Martin glanced at me briefly through the rearview mirror. "That’s one way to put it," I murmured, trying to keep the awe from my voice. Martin stopped the car at the entrance, where a butler opened the door before I could unbuckle my seatbelt. I stepped out and smoothed my dress, trying to appear composed. "Mrs. Dario, welcome," the butler greeted me with a polite nod, and the titl
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Chapter: Chapter Four: The Contracted UnionCALISTAThe courthouse was stark and cold, the fluorescent lights casting an unforgiving glow over the sterile surroundings. I sat on a bench outside the courtroom, my hands clenched in my lap. Beside me, Howard Adams, my adoptive father, stood rigidly, his arms crossed over his chest.“You better not embarrass the family, Calista,” he said, his tone sharp enough to slice through steel.I didn’t respond. What could I say? I had already been forced into this sham of a marriage, cornered into salvaging a situation I hadn’t created. My stomach churned, anxiety threatening to unravel me as the reality of what lay ahead pressed down on my chest.“Miss Adams?”A man in a sleek suit stepped out of the courtroom, adjusting his glasses. His tone was clipped, professional. “Mr. Dario is ready for you. Please follow me.”I stood, my legs shaky but determined. Howard trailed behind, his footsteps heavy with judgment.The assistant led us into the courtroom, and my eyes were immediately drawn to t
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Chapter: Chapter Three: The UltimatumCALISTAI stepped into the grand living room of the Adams mansion, the one place that had never felt like home. My adoptive parents sat side by side on the plush beige couch, their postures rigid, as though this moment required all their strength. Vanessa, my perfect adoptive sister, lounged on the armrest, smirking as if she already knew how this conversation would unfold.The air was thick with unspoken tension, and my stomach churned with unease.“Sit down,” my father commanded, his deep voice slicing through the silence.Reluctantly, I perched on the edge of a chair, my back straight, bracing myself for whatever was coming.“What’s this about?” I asked cautiously, though a part of me already suspected the answer. Discussions like these never ended well for me.My father leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “We’ve made arrangements for your future, Calista.”I blinked. “Arrangements?”“You’re getting married,” he said bluntly.The words echoed in my head, disorienting me. I
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