MasukDAVINA I slammed the door behind me as I entered my room, the sound echoing in the silence. He is here. Every part of my body felt alive, a tingling awareness that replaced the anger from school with a soothing, yet terrifying, happiness. Alpha Aiden is here. I longed to go out and catch a whiff of his scent, even if just a little. I wanted to touch his skin and see if it felt the same as it did in my dreams. His eyes, his breath—they all seemed familiar. It’s been three months since I last saw him, and if I don’t seize this chance to speak to him now, I might not get another for three more months. A knock on my door made me flinch. Could it be him? Or was it just Soren forgetting something, or Dad wanting to check on me? I sighed, realising this was my chance to step outside and see him again. Straightening my dress, I twisted the doorknob and opened the door, only to bump into Soren. I stumbled slightly. “Watch where you’re going, Sore—” Holy shit! This wasn’t Soren. It’
AIDEN The brotherhood which usually felt like a sanctuary was now cold like a tomb. I was alone in my study, staring at the silver cuff cold on the table, the mate ti the one I had lost in the Crumson Arch. I have to find it or it could become a huge problem. I hated being there…till I found her. She was the one I have spent years and years searching for, I just never knew fate would make me find her in a place like that. I sighed deeply and stared at the glad of wine in my hand, swirling and swirling, hoping to drain my thoughts in it. I should be spending my nights with high-bred she-wolves, securing alliances and strengthening the pack but my curse had stripped me of any kind of peace. It’s been five years since the hunt of the witches. Sarah, the youngest yet the most powerful witch at the time had cursed just a few minutes before her death as her blood streamed down my hand that was buried in her chest, holding hher r hot and still eating heart. “Let your power be your pr
Davina He doesn’t know, I told myself, clutching the sleeves of my oversized sweater until my knuckles turned white. I pursed my lips and tried to look away but I couldn’t. Thre was something about the way he gazed at me, like he was looking for a weakness, like evidence to back up a thought. My breaths came heavy, I was speechless. How much does he know? Could he really be the man from last night? No. Alphas never visit such filthy places. But the scent from the club grew even stronger. I couldn’t mistake it. My heart drummed in frantic, uneaten rhythm agaidnt my ribs. His eyes dilated, like he came to a sudden conclusion. He slid his hands in his pocket and stood a few paces away, his silhouette imposing agaidnt the manicured greenery. He wasn’t looking at the garden I have come to show him…he was looking at me. “You didn’t answer my question,” he said. “The moonlight. Does it suit you, Davina?” “I…I don’t go out much, Alpha Aiden,” I managed ti whisper, trying to regulate my
Davina.The morning light was harsh, hot rays cutting through the thin curtains of my bedroom, exposing my midnight dress on the shelf and my scattered shoes on the ground. I yawned lazily, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling.My body was filled with a phantom of heat I couldn’t scrub away in the shower.I couldn’t take my mind off the jewellery box buried deep in my wardrobe, in a place I couldn’t stumble on it. The image of the silver cufflink still bothered me. I didn’t want to see it again, not when I am Davina.“Davina! Downstairs! Now!”My father’s voice echoed through the mansion. I hissed, sighed with irritation. I picked up an oversized sweater to hide the faint marks on my collarbones and descended the stairs.Soren was already at the table with a stack of pancakes dripping with syrup in front of him. He looked up and smiled. My brother was the only good thing left in this house. He was brilliant and kind, completely oblivious of the fact that his sister was a night
DavinaThe air in Crimson Arch always tasted of lavender and expensive bourbon and wet earth, mostly of sweet roae and cum. It was a heavy scent that usually made me want to gag everytime I step in.Everytime I cover my face with the black silky mask, I tear away my skin and become someone else. I wasn’t Davina, I was a soul used to settled debts I knew nothing about, rejected by my mate and loving a life no one must know about: I was Vina, a ghost that shouldn’t exist.I adjusted the lace of my corset, my hands trembling slightly. Just like every other Fridays and Saturdays, the ritual continues. My father, Levi, Alpha of the Shadow fang pack would drop me off two blocks away, his eyes never meetibg mine. “Don’t come back until the envelope is full, Davina. You don’t want our family crumbling now, do you? Your brother needs all the help he can get to carry one my legacy.”He never looked at me when I’m dressed like this. He was in denial. Perhaps if he didn’t look, he wouldn’t have t







