LUCIANMy knuckles ached from the repeated impact. The bastard’s face was barely recognizable—swollen, bloodied, and twisted in a sickening form… yet he was still laughing. He was a fool.“Just kill me already.” His grin widened, and a trickle of blood slipped down his chin. “Why does it matter? You’re going to kill me anyway.” I tightened my grip. “You still have a chance to die quickly.” The man coughed, spitting more blood onto the cold floor. “Quickly? You must be going soft, Alpha.” His chuckle was hoarse, and his breath reeked of iron. “I’ll say this much—I did what I did because I could. Because someone let me.” His swollen eyes gleamed. “But you already know that, don’t you?” My jaw tensed. Maren. But before I could ask if she was the one, the door behind me creaked open. Tobias stepped in, his expression blank, but I knew him too well. His eyes were narrowed on the man. He had been listening. “Are we done playing?” Tobias drawled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Or
LUCIAN Let their voices be the bitter soundtrack to his impending doom. “Alph…” The man tried to speak, but his voice broke, cracking under the weight of fear. "I… I couldn’t help it… It wasn’t supposed to go this far." He stammered, shaking. "I needed the money… My daughter’s school fees, Alpha… I overheard some merchants talking about a bounty on a girl’s head." Oh. Where was the man who spited my authority? I jerked my head towards his family in warning. “Continue.” His voice shook, and his eyes filled with desperation. "I stole the poster from the merchants... I thought… I thought I could make some money off another pack. But when I saw her picture…" He gulped, trying to catch his breath. "She looked just like her. And they said she was a rogue, that she could penetrate packs and kill thousands. I—I thought I had no choice." “Who the fuck is ‘they?’” “The merchant…” “You are lying.” I didn’t let his words sink in immediately. I was still watching his mate’s h
LUCIAN I released a slow breath, forcing my fists to unclench. Now, it wasn’t exhilarating. Now, it felt… empty. The rage that once fueled me now left me drained. The fear in their eyes no longer thrilled me—it exhausted me. I had built this new Bloodfang Pack to be different, to be more than what it once was. But moments like this, when my control slipped, I realized how close I still was to becoming that same monster again. I had promised myself I wouldn’t go back. Tonight, I had come dangerously close. “Hm.” Tobias hummed beside me, his gray eyes studying me. He had seen it too. The hesitation. “Lost in thought, Alpha?” he mused, tilting his head. I shot him a dry glare, but he only chuckled. “You hesitated,” he noted. “That’s not like you.” I ran a hand down my face. “Shut up, Tobias.” His smirk widened, but he didn’t push further. He had always known how far to go before I snapped. I glanced at the door where Aaron had taken the man awa
ARIA "I—I was just…” "Oh, save it," she scoffed. "You’re lucky I found you before the head maid or Lady Maren did.” Before I knew it, she yanked me through a doorway and shoved me into a bustling kitchen. The scent of food, spices, and onions filled the air, curling into my nose. Something was burning. I grimaced. The place was even more chaotic—pots clanged, and servants rushed around in a frenzy. “I swear to the goddess, Xena, if that food burns, that will be your dinner for ten weeks!” a deep voice thundered. I shuddered. Ten weeks? My gaze snapped to the source of the threat. Fucking hell. A plump woman with a grease-stained apron stood in the middle of it all, barking orders. Her sleeves were rolled up, her thick arms covered in flour and sweat, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She held a wooden spoon in one hand and a half-eaten piece of bread in the other. The moment she turned, her sharp eyes landed on us. "Clara!" she bellowed. "Who the f
ARIA "It was tortured out of Theo," Tobias said flatly. I swallowed. Of course. I didn’t even have to ask who Theo was. I knew. "Tobias?" His gaze flickered to mine. “What?” "Can I tell you a secret?" He narrowed his eyes, but after a moment, he gave a slow nod. Great. I pushed up on my toes, just slightly, leaning in—so close that my lips almost brushed his ear. Then I whispered. Tobias’s entire body went rigid. His eyes widened. I took a step back, taking in more of his reaction. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to speak. But for a long, stretched-out second, he didn’t. He just stared at me. "You’re fucking with me.” I shook my head. I wasn't. “Then we need to tell Lucian right away.” What did I tell Tobias? That I had three mates, and none of them rejected me, which meant at some point, they would storm this pack and tear it to the ground. I had no idea if that was actually true, but it sounded convincing enough to keep Tobias from
ARIA I was trying to keep my nerves in check when Tobias suddenly stopped walking. I nearly bumped into his back. “What pack are you from?” His voice was low, but I could feel the responsibility behind the question. Why would he ask that? I thought they made their research… I hesitated, my palms growing clammy. There was no reason to lie, not about this. “Ashen Pack.” Tobias groaned, long and deep, like I had just told him I was carrying the plague. He rubbed a hand down his face. “Of course you are,” he muttered. I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Tobias stopped walking and turned to face me fully with his arms crossed. Whatever he was thinking was beyond me. “It means you came from a pack that doesn’t take lightly to runaways and rogues.” His amused eyes studied my face gauging my reaction. “They will kill you if we hand you over.” My stomach recoiled. “You know that, right?” He accused, daring me to deny it. I swallowed hard. “I know.” “
ARIA Lucian smirked. “That’s better.” Then, his expression shifted to concern. “You look like you forgot how to breathe.” No, no, no… But immediately, I let out a sharp breath—against my damn will. Damn it. He had too much influence over me. I didn’t like that. It was too easy, too effortless… I forced myself to meet his gaze. Best to get this over with. “Tobias said you were in a bad mood.” He certainly didn’t look in a bad mood. Not with his eyes hungrily raking over me… entertained. Lucian hummed, tapping his pipe against the ashtray. “Did he?” Then he did it again—that slow, heavy gaze trailing down my body before flicking back up. The heat in my stomach tightened. I rubbed my thighs together. Fuck! “And what do you think?” What? I wasn’t sure how to answer. On the surface, he looked… relaxed. But there was something underneath those icy eyes—like a predator at rest, waiting. Or maybe I was overthinking. I cleared my throat. “I think Tobias likes
ARIA “Fine.” I lifted my chin. “But you go first.” His lips twitched. “Clever.” I held my breath as he took a step closer, looming over me now. “Alright then,” he said. “Since you’re so eager, I’ll start.” I waited. But he held my gaze for a long time, looking really serious. “I’m from a royal bloodline,” he said softly. I almost didn't hear him. “What?” Lucian smiled lazily, like he hadn’t just dropped a fucking bomb. “That’s one of my secrets,” he murmured. “Now tell me yours.” My heart pounded. He was fucking with me. Right? I let out a breathy laugh. “Bullshit.” Lucian’s smirk remained. “Believe what you want, sweetheart.” No. No fucking way. I scanned his face, searching for any sign that he was joking, but he looked too damn serious. Holy shit. “Are you telling me this just so I’ll trust you?” I demanded. “Is this some kind of manipulation tactic?” Lucian chuckled. “You think too much, Aria.” My mind spun. A royal bloodline? What th
Aria’s POV I wasn’t sure what I had expected when I opened the door. But it sure as hell wasn’t this. Lucian stood before me, his bare chest rising and falling with shaky breaths with sweat trapped to his skin. His muscles were tense as if he had just fought off something— someone. And then there were his hands. They weren’t just trembling. They were bloody. Oh my Goddess…Fresh blood. He… “Lucian…?”“What the hell happened to you?” Lucian blinked, his eyes unfocused, like he was still trapped in whatever nightmare had just consumed him. For a moment, he looked completely lost. I didn't like that one bit. Then, slowly, he exhaled. “It’s nothing.” Nothing? That wasn't nothing. I narrowed my eyes. “You’re bleeding.” His jaw tightened. “It’s not my blood.” “Then whose is it?” No reply. His lips had pressed together, but he didn’t answer. A sinking feeling settled in my chest. It was obvious that something was terribly, horribly wrong. Lucian had always been col
Lucian's POVI went to bed early.But the darkness found—surrounding me, suffocating…like the arms of an octopus wrapping around my body, dragging me into its endless depths.I gasped for air, but my lungs found nothing.Fuckfuckfuck… not again! My body trembled violently, drenched in sweat, while my hands clawed at the emptiness, desperate for something—anything—to hold onto. Suddenly, a flash of light encroached the emptiness. It fluttered in and out like a dying flame, taunting me with its fucking relief before disappearing again. Then a deep and familiar voice followed.“Lucian.” The sound struck deep inside me, pulling me away from the abyss that threatened to swallow me whole. My father. “Father!” I cried out, blindly. “Is that you?”I missed him so much. “Albena’s birthday is today. Why don’t we go see her?” Albena? Albena… the name echoed in my mind. A bell tolled in the distance, ringing louder and louder until it was brighter.As bright as the sun… laughter. And
ARIAThat he had somehow walked away from a brotherhood of monsters who took what they wanted and left destruction?My eyes squeezed shut. I couldn’t believe that. Not when I still remembered the feeling of being paraded like a prize in front of them. Maren must have noticed, because she quickly changed the subject. “You know, most people don’t get kissed because they ‘smell bad.’” She made air quotes with her fingers. “That’s gotta be a first.” A laugh wanted to break out of me, but it got stuck somewhere in my throat. “I don’t think that’s why he did it,” I said quietly. Maren nodded, her tone turning softer. “Neither do I.” We walked a little farther until we reached the edge of the stone path. The garden beyond was quiet, and getting cold in the late evening air.My thoughts were too loud, my head too full. “Aria.” Maren’s voice broke the silence again. “Can I ask you something?” I gave her a look. “You’re already asking.” She smiled sheepishly, then dropped her ey
ARIAMaren knew. Oh, hell. The realization slammed into my chest as her suspicious gaze swept over me. Then her lips curled into a smirk. "Wow. It is true.” Her nose wrinkled slightly. "You reek of him." The heat that shot up my neck burned hotter than the sun. "What?" “You forget we are wolves honey…” She cocked her head. "Lucian. I can smell him all over you." Her amused eyes flicked to my mouth, and they sparkled. "And judging by your lips? Yeah. He definitely didn't just give you a friendly peck." Blood rushed so fast to my face, I was convinced I had turned into a walking tomato. Unfortunately, I wasn't like other wolves.I could only perceive the normal. Not the fact that I'd been fucked. "Shut up," I muttered, dragging my hand over my mouth as if I could wipe away the evidence. Maren chuckled. "No can do. You look like you just got thoroughly ruined, and I’m dying for details." The mortification doubled. My entire body was on fire, and I wanted the ground to s
LUCIAN I could still see it—Killian’s hand on her face, his mouth on hers, the way his fingers had grabbed her— A growl built in my throat. And before I could stop myself…I grabbed her face and slammed my lips against hers. Aria gasped. I didn’t care. I didn’t kiss her like a man with patience. I didn’t kiss her like a man with control. I kissed her like a man who had been starving for too fucking long. A man who had spent years resisting the one thing he wanted more than anything. I kissed her in the most sinful way, dragging my tongue into her mouth, tasting, claiming, devouring. She shuddered. Trembled. I swallowed every fucking sound she made, my grip tightening as I tilted her head back, forcing her to take it—to take me. My body was on fire. My mind? Fucked. I wanted her. I fucking needed her. Here. Now. Against the wall, against the floor, against every goddamn surface in this room. She melted against me, soft and submissive, and I felt her hands curl
LUCIAN “If you came all this way, Stormwood, then I assume you have something to say.” Killian chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “Oh, I do.” His eyes flickered toward Aria again. “I came to bring her home.” Aria sucked in a breath. And my fingers curled into fists.No. I forced my fingers to uncurl. Killian wasn’t worth losing control over—not yet. I took a slow breath, then met his gaze with the same blank calmness I used on men who mistook my patience for weakness.“She’s free to go.” The words left my mouth evenly, without hesitation, and yet, the moment they did, something twisted deep in my chest.Aria paled, the blood draining from her face so quickly that for a second, I thought she might collapse. I shouldn’t have noticed. I shouldn’t have cared.But I did. And the sharp ache in my gut was the price of pretending I didn’t.Killian’s smirk widened. “Well,” he drawled, “that’s interesting.”I ignored him. “It’s up to her,” I continued. “If she wants to go with you, she
LUCIAN I’d saved her.Again.Killian Stormwood was a cunning bastard, and dealing with men like him required patience—not frowning. So, I didn’t. When his men walked into the pack house, most of my staff scattered.There was no need for introductions. Everyone knew exactly who had arrived. Killian’s gammas stood out in their usual black overalls and heavy dragon-age boots that looked like they could crush bone without effort.Seriously, overalls?And then there were the worst kind—the ones who walked in smiling.Killian was one of them. A fucking clown.So, when I stepped out of the grand pack house and found him standing on the pathway like he owned the damn place, his men pretending to be calm—like they weren’t about to forcefully drag Aria away—I smirked. Not the polite, political kind I reserved for allies. No, this was the one I gave to predators—men like me.Pleasantries? Nah. The moment he walked out of the waiting room in search of Aria, all pleasantries ended. The real conve
ARIAKillian’s smirk deepened. “Oh, little mate. Time is the one thing I have plenty of.”Maren shifted. “Take one more step, and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”Bold.That was fucking bold, and it made Killian finally look at her. The sheer disinterest on his face made me understand we were losing.“I have no business with you, Beta,” he murmured. Then, to my horror, he turned back to me. His expression softened, something almost… fond in his gaze.“I came for her.”I couldn’t move.“You don’t belong here, Aria. I am your mate—one of your mates.” He cooed gently, but it didn't comfort me one bit. “You know that, don’t you?”A sick feeling coiled in my stomach.“You…” Maren tensed. “Aria, he is your…holy shit.”But Killian was right.I didn’t belong here.I never had. And when he took another step. I forced my feet to stay planted.Don’t react. Don’t let him see you tremble.But my hands curled into fists. The way he’d held out his hand and told me I could have everything if I just st
LUCIAN No. Saying I am royally fucked is an understatement.Where the hell is Tobias?As if summoned by my thoughts, a knock echoed through the room. Then came the familiar sound of measured footsteps. Tobias. He walked in, assuming a casual posture, but the temperature in the room dipped noticeably.Something was wrong.“Alpha.” His voice carried a tone that made my stomach fall. When I finally met his gaze, the grim look on his face didn’t match the unhurried way he moved.I raised an eyebrow. “What?”Tobias didn’t hesitate. “Killian Stormwood is here.”The name barely registered. Killian Stormwood? Who the hell is—I froze.One of Aria’s mates. He’d found her.My gaze dropped to the scattered documents on my desk. For three nights, I hadn’t been able to shake the reality of it—powerful alphas, just like me, chasing after Aria. But they’d come before me.Did I even stand a chance?Barely.Killian Stormwood—the Sunshine Prince. That’s what they called him. Charismatic, diplomatic, a