BORN TO BE A LUNA

I was born in a land controlled by Alphas. Everyone below the status of a delta is already deemed omega, the lowest of lows. Fortunately, I am the Alpha's daughter, but on the other note, I am the least favorite. Living a life of nothing but unfairness fuels my morale and sympathy for those who share the same experience as me. "Run," I ordered the rogue after releasing him from his shackles. This is the first time I've pushed myself over my limit. Rogues are our enemies. It is as though I am bending my morale and pride by releasing it. But I couldn't give a damn. The thought of this man's probable fate made my stomach quiver. Death. That is the only course he will eventually take. Alpha Luke is unforgiving: he strictly adheres to our domain regulations. He's not going to make any exceptions. Once captured, rogues are doomed to death. It’s their fate. Some willingly chose to take that path, while some were forced to. Something that I could relate to. The rogue cast a dubious glance

Aria's POV My initial plan backfires. Kaia was able to hold my choices in her fingers and twist them into doing the opposite. She is skilled at trickery. Unfortunately, I always give in to it without notice. 'I'm sorry, Aria. He's not really our mate,' she admits after we have faced a hundred werewolves. The freaking illusion fools me. If I had known it before, I would have abandoned the wolf and refused to take part in any of its fights. It was the freaking bond that obliged me to give in. And now, everything turned out to be a lie. The injured wolf was not my mate. It was nothing more than a made-up mirage created by my stupid wolf so that I would help it. Indeed, it was stupid of me to believe Kaia. I could have sensed the connection, but I let my wolf trick me. Not because I'm desperate to find my mate; it's just my foolishness. Now Kaia and I have to face not just one wolf but a fleet of them, and my sole partner is a wounded wolf who appears to be incapable of battling a c

Aria's POV I was walking back and forth, thinking of ways to get my stuff from Nicholas. Our interaction yesterday was a nightmare. He was a devil in disguise. A sex maniac and an ill-mannered creature. I couldn't wait to get out of this place. Unfortunately, thoughts and ideas fled my mind when I needed them the most. I sat in my bed in annoyance and tugged the cord linked to my wrist. I couldn't think of any other way to escape except to approach Matthew for help. I helped him. Maybe he could help me as well. Isn't give and take a thing? After all, if it weren't for him, things wouldn't have ended up this way. My feet glided to the door, and my hand twisted the knobs. The clicking sound echoed, and my eyes widened in surprise after realizing they hadn't locked it. I took a cautious step outside. The first thing I noticed was the empty corridor coated in white. The ambiance was eerie, mainly because no one was around, not even those ladies in white uniforms. "Where are you goi

Aria's POV"I've been looking for you, and you're just here with my..."Nicholas paused and glanced at Matthew with a bloody expression. He seemed angry, yet despite how deadly he appeared, I couldn't help but admire his gorgeous golden eyes, shining fiercely like a sun in this poorly lit woodland."What are you two doing here at this hour?" he said interrogatively.I didn't respond.Matthew stared at me, his eyes seeking help, but I just shrugged my shoulder. He was the one who brought me here, so he may as well tell Nicholas the reason. "I just brought Aria here to relax," Matthew reasoned. "I swear I didn't do anything to her."It's funny how he sounded so cautious in choosing words before threading them into a sentence. As if Nicholas would hurt him if he did anything horrible to me. Though, I doubt that will happen. "Don't forget what we spoke about, Matt. I'm keeping an eye on you," Nicholas warned before snatching me away.Unlike Matthew, this bloke has always been rough on m

Aria's POVI have never expected this thing to happen. My only aim was to get away from Nicholas. But now I'm in prison, with shackles on my wrists. If only I had known in advance that Calixta was a member of the rebel force, I wouldn't have come here. It's utterly my fault for throwing myself naively into the enemy's den. "Now you know what it's like to be a prisoner," Kairo noted cynically. I rolled my eyes and locked my gaze on him. "You're ungrateful; I let you out of that cell just for you to do the exact opposite to me?" I sneered. He was the rogue I freed a few weeks ago—the reason for my banishment and why I suffered so much. I violated my pack's rule to save him, only for him to throw me behind bars after he got the chance. "Uh-huh, don't ever question my gratitude," he smirked. "It's your naiveté that saves me." I wanted to slash his throat open. But the silver chains on my wrist had restrained me from doing it. Releasing this motherfucker was indeed a wrong decision.