ANMELDEN
Rain was hitting the glass like fingers. Cold, sharp, merciless.
Aria Blake was pressed against the ICU glass, staring inside. Her breath was turning cold. Her heart... that had already died 3 days ago. On the bed inside lay Damon Voss. Alpha King of the Voss Pack. 6 foot 3, broad chest, a face hard like stone. Even now. Even in death. Machines were beeping. But that sound was a lie. Two hours ago the doctor had held her hand and said, "I'm sorry Ms. Blake. Time of death: 11:59 PM." 11:59 PM. One minute before his 26th birthday. Aria clenched her fist. Her nails dug into her palm. She needed pain. This pain was less than that. The scene from 3 days ago was playing in her eyes like a film. That same turn. That same night. Those same truck headlights tearing through the darkness. Aria had slipped. Her foot gave way in the rain. And the truck was coming straight at her. She had closed her eyes. She had felt death. Then... a strong shove. Hot breath. Golden eyes that stared into hers for 1 second. "Stupid human" Damon’s roaring voice. Then a scream of pain. She had felt Damon fall on top of her. The truck passed beside them both. Damon’s ribs broke. But he didn’t let Aria fall. The last thing he said was: "You... are mine. Aria. Always." Always... only 6 months had passed for that "always". Aria’s hands were trembling. In her fist there was only one thing. Damon’s locket. Old, silver, with the Voss Pack lion engraved on it. Damon had put it on her neck the same night he kissed her. First and last time. The locket was cold. Lifeless. Like its owner. "If only..." Aria’s voice cracked. "If only I could go back. If only I could stop that truck. If only I had died that day instead of him." She pressed the locket to her lips. "Damon... please come back. I’ll do anything. Anything." The locket suddenly turned hot. So hot Aria screamed. Blue light burst from between her fingers and filled the entire ICU. Machines went crazy. Alarms started blaring. Pain. Fire. Darkness. Then... silence. Aria opened her eyes and the rain was still falling. But this wasn’t ICU rain. This was open rain. Campus rain. She stood up and looked. In front of her was the Voss University sign. A 10-year-old sign. Beneath her feet was wet grass. Her clothes... this was her university uniform. 16-year-old Aria’s uniform. "What... what is happening?" She looked at her hands. Small. Soft. Without the scar from the truck day. Then a voice came from ahead. Roaring. Cold. Heart-shattering. "Watch where you're walking, human." Aria lifted her head. Her breath stopped. In front stood Damon Voss. 19-year-old Damon. The new Alpha student of the university. Drenched, hair falling on his forehead, and eyes... those same golden, those same ruthless, those same dangerous. But in this Damon’s eyes there was no love for her, no recognition. Only hatred and disgust. The ground slipped from under Aria’s feet. This was that day. That first meeting. The day after which, 10 years later, Damon would die saving her. Tears filled her eyes. "Damon..." Her voice trembled. Damon raised an eyebrow. "Do I know you?" His voice was poison. "A human girl. Standing in my way. Move." Attitude. Cold. Alpha King aura. Aria didn’t step back. Rain was flowing from her hair to her lips. Salty. Like tears. She gripped the locket tightly. Her palm was burning. Small numbers appeared in the middle of the locket: *30:00:00* The countdown had started. 30 days. 720 hours. 43,200 seconds. In 30 days she had to make Damon fall in love with her. Remind him that she was his mate. Otherwise... the locket would flash again. And she would go back to that ICU. Next to Damon’s corpse. "Damon" Aria cleared her voice. Her heart was breaking, but she tried to smile. "Give me 30 days." Damon laughed. A heartless, cold laugh. "For what? Pity? Humans are boring." Aria took one step forward. Damon’s hot breath hit her face. His scent... it was the same. Pine trees and blood and dominance. The scent her body craved for. "To make you remember" Aria met his eyes. Gathering courage. "That I’m yours. And you... are mine." For 1 second Damon’s golden eyes flared. Werewolf instinct. A flash of the mate bond. His jaw tightened. Then he laughed. And in that laugh were 1000 daggers. "You're not my mate, girl." Damon brushed her hair back. His finger traced her cheek. Not touching. Teasing. "I don't do destiny. I don't do mates. Especially not weak humans." He pulled his hand away. Like Aria was dirt. "30 days?" Damon said mockingly. "I give you 3 seconds. One... two..." Aria stood there. In the rain. Alone. Broken. "Three." Damon turned and walked away. Long, confident, Alpha walk. Aria’s knees gave out. She fell on the grass. The locket burned hot in her palm again. *29:23:59:59* The countdown was running. In 30 days the truck will come again. Damon will push her again. He will die again. But this time Aria won’t sit silent. This time she will fight. She will melt Damon Voss’s cold heart. Even if she has to break herself. The rain got heavier. Aria looked at the sky and whispered. "I won’t let you die, Damon Voss. No matter how much you hate me. No matter how many times you say I’m not your mate." She pressed the locket to her lips. "Because you... are mine. Only mine." A boy passed by and stopped seeing Aria "Hey, are you okay?" Aria didn’t lift her head. She just smiled. A broken, but dangerous smile. "I’m fine" she whispered. "Just saving an Alpha from his death." And the locket flashed again. *29:23:58:00* The game had begun.The rain was light today. Not the storm from before. Just a drizzle.Aria stood at the kitchen window, one hand on her belly. Seven months.Inside, the baby kicked. Hard.“He’s kicking you again,” a voice said behind her.She turned.He was there. No bandages. No hospital gown. No empty eyes.Just him. *Damon Ashford*. Her husband. Hair a little messy. Shirt with flour on it. Holding a mug of tea.He wasn’t an Alpha anymore. Not in the old way.He was just… hers.*Two Years Ago.*They left the hospital together. No memories of the pack. No memories of 30 days. No memories of a truck.Just two people who felt like they’d known each other forever.It took three months for him to ask her out. Six months for him to say _I love you_ again, for the first time in this life. One year for the ring.The locket never left her neck. It never glowed again. It was just silver. Quiet. Like a secret.---*Now. Their Home.*“Doctor said it’s a boy,” Aria said, smiling. Damon set the tea down a
Moonrise. The Moment.“I remember,” the Alpha said.Aria’s breath caught. “What did you say?”“Every truck. Every highway. Every time I died for you.” His voice cracked. “And I’m not leaving. Not ever again.”The second the word _again_ left his lips—Her chest burned.The locket.The old silver locket she’d worn since *Day 1*. The one she never took off.It flared white. Blinding.Aria gasped. “It’s—”Light swallowed them.---*The Pull*Wind. Rain. Horns. They weren’t in the library.They were on a *city highway*. Night. Heavy rain on the windshield. *The same day. The same time. The same rain as the first accident.*Headlights. A truck. Coming fast.Aria screamed. But this time, the Alpha didn’t shove her. He didn’t die.The light hit them both—and everything went white.---*Hospital. Beeping.*Aria’s eyes opened to white ceiling tiles.The smell was antiseptic. Not rain. Not diesel.A nurse leaned over her. “Miss? Miss, can you hear me?”Aria blinked. “W-where am I?”“City Ge
Moonrise. 59 Minutes Left.The library was silent.Aria sat on the rug. The book was closed in her lap. The Alpha stood at the window. Back to her. Hands in his sleeves. Still stone.“Forty minutes,” she said, voice raw.He didn’t answer.Inside him: _I remember the truck. I remember your scream. I remember 30 deaths._ Outside him: Nothing.---*5 Minutes Left.*The packhouse bell rang once. Midnight warning.Aria stood. “I can’t do this anymore.”She walked to the door.“Aria.”She stopped.He still didn’t turn. “If you leave now, the elders will see. They’ll know something changed.”She gripped the doorframe. “So I should sit here and watch you die pretending?”He flinched. Only once.“Ten more minutes,” he said.“For what?” she whispered.He didn’t answer.---*Moonrise.*The bell rang twice.Midnight.Day 30 was over.Nothing happened.No curse. No reset. No death.Aria looked up, confused. “What…?”The Alpha turned.Slowly.His eyes were not empty anymore.They were gold. Wet.
The moon was full. Not red. Silver.But Aria didn’t care.Because today was *Day 30*.The last day.Dawn. The Cliff.Aria was already there when the Alpha arrived.She didn’t turn around. “You’re late.”“I wasn’t sure I should come,” he said.She turned then. “Because you think you’ll leave?”He didn’t answer. His eyes were tired. Empty in a way that broke her.“Three days of searching,” she said. “Nothing. And now we’re out of time.”He stepped to the edge. “Aria.”“Don’t,” she said quickly. “Don’t say goodbye like it’s noble.”He looked at her. “I don’t remember. And I’m sorry.”Her heart cracked. “I know.”Silence.The wind moved. Cold. Final.---*Midday. The Old Highway.*The elders sent them to check the abandoned highway.“Curse is tied to metal and speed,” an elder had said. “Go see.”The packhouse was far from the city. But the broken highway was still there. Cracked asphalt. Dead streetlights.Aria stood at the edge of the road. “This is where it happened, isn’t it?” she whi
The fire in the library burned low. “Chapter One. Again,” the Alpha said, opening the book. Aria smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Again,” she repeated. They read for an hour. He pointed. She listened. His shoulder brushed hers when he turned a page. He didn’t move away. She didn’t either. But her mind wasn’t on the words. It was on the number. *Four days left.* ---*Day 27: Silence* The next morning, Aria woke early. The packhouse was still quiet. She went to the cliff alone. The same cliff from yesterday. He found her there. “You didn’t sleep,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “No,” she admitted. He stood beside her. “Because of the days?” She looked at him. “Yes.” He didn’t pretend not to understand. “How many?” “Four,” she said. “Day 27 today. Day 30 is the end.” The Alpha’s jaw tightened. “The end of what?” Aria hesitated. Then she told him the truth. All of it. “Every time this happens,” she said, “you choose me. You love me. But if you don’t remember… the o
The morning after Day 25 felt different. The packhouse was awake, but it was quieter. The fear was gone. What was left was something new. Something that needed a name. Aria was in the training yard early. She was adjusting targets alone. The Alpha found her there. He didn’t call out. He just walked to the other end of the yard and picked up a bow. For a while, they shot in silence. Arrow after arrow. No words. Just the sound of string and wood. Finally, he lowered his bow. “Stop.” Aria stopped. Turned to him. He was not smiling. Alphas rarely did when it mattered. His eyes were gold in the early light. Steady. “Walk with me,” he said. ---*The Cliff Edge* They went to the high cliff behind the packhouse. The place elders used to watch the territory. No one else was there. The wind was cold. The forest stretched below them. He stood at the edge. Hands behind his back. Alpha posture. Always in control. Except his jaw was tight. Aria stood a few feet away. Waiting. He didn’







