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
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
ARIAWith feet pounding against the wet earth, I sprinted through the dense underbrush, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The cold mud clung to my soles, and the puddles left behind by last night’s rain splashed water up my legs as I pushed forward. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.The sharp thorns from wild brambles tore into my skin, snagging on the silk of my nightgown, but I barely noticed. Pain didn’t matter. Fear didn’t matter. All that mattered was survival—putting as much distance as possible between me and the rogues hunting me down. Their snarls and heavy footfalls echoed too close for comfort. They wanted my life.How did it come to this? My twentieth birthday should have been a celebration, not a nightmare. Instead of laughter and cake, I found myself running through the dark woods, desperate to escape the murderous intruders who shattered my world in the dead of night.The Ashen Pack was supposed to be untouchable, its defenses impenetrable. Everyone said so. Rogues couldn’t h
ARIAFaint voices and muffled conversations gently roused me from my unconscious state. My senses slowly returned, but my head felt heavy, and the world around me seemed blurry and distant. As I struggled to focus, I finally opened my eyes. What I saw was unexpected—a young man standing beside me, his face unfamiliar and filled with concern. My mind scrambled to piece things together. I had fallen from the cliff, and then—nothing. I’d heard voices just before I lost consciousness. Had someone found me? Had they decided to spare my life and bring me somewhere safe?The young man’s voice broke through my thoughts. “How do you feel?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face with genuine concern. “It’s nothing short of a miracle that you survived that fall.”I blinked, trying to focus on his words. My throat felt dry, and I instinctively licked my lips, trying to find moisture. Slowly, I attempted to sit up, but dizziness hit me, and I faltered. Immediately, the young man reached out, his ha
LUCIANWhen my men reported that they had found a rogue near the cliff border—possibly having fallen from the edge which is Ashen pack—I immediately gave the order to eliminate her and dispose of it’s body in the woods. I wanted to make a clear message to any rogue who might wander into Bloodfang territory: this pack does not tolerate rogues, whether they come here by design or mistake.But then Aaron mentioned something that made me pause. He said the rogue was a woman, and she had a star-shaped imprint on her inner thigh. That detail stopped me in my tracks and I knew I had to see her for myself. When I arrived and confirmed his words, I made a different decision. Instead of killing her, I chose to spare her life. She could provide valuable information, and I needed to know if she was really the one I had been looking for all this time.“You think that’s Whitee?” Aaron asked as he entered my office, his brows knitted and his voice unsure. “She doesn’t act like her, but she sure loo
ARIA“It’s strange…” I murmured, my gaze fixed on the wall of photographs.A soft creak pulled my attention toward the door as it swung open, carrying with it the sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with something earthier—herbs, maybe.The pack doctor stepped inside, a tray of food balanced in one hand. What was his name again?Aaron. Right.His brow lifted slightly as he set the tray down on the small table beside my bed. “Strange?” He followed my line of sight to the pictures.I hadn’t expected him to hear me.The photos were lined up in precise rows, too neat—too intentional. Someone had taken the time to frame and arrange them with care. The images showed men and women in hospital gowns, their expressions frozen in forced smiles. Yet, it wasn’t them my eyes kept returning to.It was him.The same man. Over and over again.Lucian Draven.In every photo, he stood in the center, shaking hands, offering warm embraces, smiling that unreadable smile. Was it genuine? Or carefully practice
ARIAHe said it so casually, like it was just some boring, everyday threat. “Are you serious?” I hissed.“As a heart attack.” Aaron’s smile didn’t slip, but the corner of his mouth twitched—like even he knew how ridiculous this sounded. “So for my sake, just stay here, okay?”He even threw in a little pout for effect. My gut twisted with suspicion. Why did this feel too convenient? Could this be a part of some plan no one bothered to tell me about?But with no other option, I bobbed my head. “Fine.”“No way in hell!”The voice exploded right behind us, and my soul nearly left my body. Aaron and I spun around just as a woman stormed toward us. The second Aaron saw her, his whole body stiffened.“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “Maren…” He dragged her name out like it was bitter. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, stepping in front of me. “These are the Alpha’s private quarters.”I expected that to slow her down but it didn't. Not even a little. “Neither is she.” Maren’s
ARIA“It’s not yours anymore.” Shit. “But…” Maren’s mouth opened and closed, her face turning redder by the second.All this… over a room? Seriously?“Lucian, you promised—” Lucian didn’t even glance her way. “Aaron.” Aaron straightened instantly. “Yes, Alpha?” “Take your hands off her.” Aaron’s hands practically flew off me. “Of course. I’ll… uh… get back to work.” He grabbed Maren’s arm instead. “Let’s go.”“No, I still need to—” Her protest died on her tongue. Aaron didn’t give her the chance, already pulling her down the hall, until they disappeared—leaving only awkwardness between me and Lucian.Except Lucian wasn’t watching them leave. He was still looking at me. Not my face. My wrist. The exact spot where Aaron’s hands had been. “You did that on purpose,” I said softly— just loud enough for him to hear. I couldn’t stand his gaze. It burned straight through me, scratching over every inch, every nerve, every vein Aaron had touched.Why? Why act so damn weird?“I did.” L
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