LOGINShe was just an ordinary human girl. Struggling her way through life, working tirelessly to pay her bills. Completely unaware of the dark supernatural underworld that existed around her. But from the moment Kieran Volkova laid eyes on Aria Sinclair, his wolf made an impossible demand to claim her. Take her. Make her his. It was a decision that would change her life forever. She doesn’t know what he is. She doesn’t know the monsters lurking in the shadows of her world. But when she witnesses his deadly secret, there’s no turning back. Now, she’s his captive in a secluded mansion deep in the forest. A prisoner to his possessive obsession. He’s ruthless, dominant, and dangerously untamed. Every time she resists, every time she tries to run, he breaks her down with punishing pleasure, pushing her closer to surrender. But Aria isn’t just an ordinary human. She’s something more. And every supernatural being werewolves, vampires, even the deadly hunters, want her blood. She can’t escape him. She can’t resist him. And the most terrifying part? She she starts to believe that she doesn't want to.
View More"Who from hell is responsible for your pregnancy?” her father roared.
As a Preacher, he was furious after discovering that while he preached for couples to remain innocent of sexual intimacy till marriage, his own daughter had gotten pregnant under his roof.
“No…nobody.” she stuttered and immediately realized how foolish she sounded. Her father realized it too.
“Oh, so you just magically got pregnant?” he questioned, incredulous.
At this point, Inara’s mind had started working fast. She knew that she had to pin it on someone. But who? Who in her class was easy bait? Eric? No. He was a nerd and hardly spoke to anyone. Victor? No. Everyone knew that he was gay. Her friend Mike? It would be a betrayal. He was a nice guy and had a girlfriend. It would ruin their relationship.
So who? Alex in the choir? He was an alto singer like her and they often scored songs together. He would be devastated and it would ruin his reputation as a good guy in church. Besides, he had already told her that he loved her older sister Amara. So who again?
She was on her knees before her parents in their bedroom as she always was whenever they interrogated her over serious issues. It was just how she and her sibling had been brought up. And this time, she feared that she had crossed the finished line. Her life was about to change.
It was a tense atmosphere, the most it had ever been in her home. Her worried sister, Amara was outside the door, listening and her mother was mad with disappointment over her situation. It made her heart sink.
“Speak up!” her father snapped, “or by God, I won’t care if you’re pregnant. This whip will remind you of whose daughter you are.”
Inara was terrified and felt for her mother who was looking down at her with a disapproving frown across her face. Her mother didn’t talk much but her anger and disappointment was evident in her disappointed expression. Inara was deeply sorry that she had failed them.
“Are you dumb?” her mother shouted and she heard the whoosh of her father’s whip in the air. Inara flinched and before it could land on anywhere near her skin, she whispered the name Lemuel.
“What was that?” Her father questioned, his raised hand, pausing at midair.
“Lemuel.” she repeated in a louder voice, her head down.
“Who the sky is Lemuel?” he demanded, lowering the whip and tossing it aside so that it landed carelessly on the floor.
Inara didn’t know how to explain it. This was someone who was in her Extra moral classes but did not fit in. He wasn’t of her age grade which was late teens. He was in his early thirties and from whispers around, only there because he wanted a high school certificate in business before he would get into business school.
Word in campus was that he was already a Model and certified Civil Engineer. He had insisted on learning business from scratch. He hardly mingled with the students and often minded his business. Many girls were dying to be noticed by him which had never surprised her because of how attractive and coordinated he was but she simply saw his confidence as arrogance and self-importance.
She saw him as a guy who saw himself as better than everyone else which was probably why he didn’t mix up with the other students. The only persons he really mixed up with were the Lecturers. Maybe they respected him because of his self-importance or something, she had always reckoned with irritation, which had never made any sense to her.
“Who is Lemuel?” her father demanded again, cutting off her thoughts.
“My classmate.”
Her mother began to weep upon hearing that.
“She disgraces this family. How will I show myself in church?”she wailed.
“Oh my dear, we will show ourselves in church.” her father said in an ominous voice that was disturbing.
“How?” her mother asked him. “How is that possible with what she has done? People will laugh at us. They will say that we can’t practice what we preach. This is bad.”
“Don’t worry dear, our daughter is not having a baby out of wedlock. No way. That boy or whatever, is marrying her by fire or force.”
“Daddy no!” Inara cried out and that was when she started crying, the enormity of her situation, completely sinking in. At nineteen going on twenty, she had not cried in a long time, except when watching emotional movies. Her parents had stopped disciplining them some years back so there weren’t such episodes.
The reason they were so mad now was because of the current situation and she was overwhelmed with regret for putting herself in this sticky situation. It wounded Inara that she couldn’t turn back the hands of time. And the truth was that she was only in this condition because, she had been drawn into a game called The Last Dare.
The forest beyond the Black Moon fortress was eerily silent, the mist curling like tendrils of smoke under the silver glow of the moon. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, as if the world itself sensed the coming storm.Aria stood at the center of the courtyard, golden light radiating from her, her hands pressed over her abdomen. The heartbeat within her pulsed in harmony with the life-thread, its energy weaving through every awakened woman, every wolf, and every corner of the fortress. The bond was stronger than it had ever been, and yet tension tightened around her chest like a vice.Kieran appeared at her side, wolf form shifting seamlessly into human, muscles coiled, eyes glowing gold with anticipation and fierce determination. “This is it,” he said softly. “No more waiting. No more testing. Damien comes, and we face him. Together.”Aria pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart. “Together,” s
The Black Moon fortress trembled under a sudden gust of wind that carried the unmistakable weight of shadow. Aria’s golden eyes snapped open, and the heartbeat within her responded instantly, thrumming like a drumbeat of warning. The air itself seemed to ripple, charged with a dark, malicious energy.Kieran appeared at her side, wolf form ready, muscles coiled like springs. “He’s here,” he growled, voice low but commanding. “Damien. And he’s brought everything he has.”Aria pressed her hand over her abdomen instinctively, feeling the tiny heartbeat pulse in perfect harmony with the life-thread that connected the pack. “Then we meet him,” she whispered, determination blazing in her eyes. “Together.”The awakened women, glowing softly in the early moonlight, took positions alongside Kieran and the pack. Lena, Nyah, Victoria, and Miranda radiated energy, their golden auras pulsating in sync with Aria
The Black Moon fortress lay bathed in moonlight, quiet except for the faint hum of magic that lingered in every corner. Aria stood alone on the balcony, the night wind brushing through her hair. Her hands rested over her abdomen, feeling the heartbeat within — steady, insistent, pulsing like a tiny drum that kept time with the rhythm of the entire pack.Kieran appeared silently at her side, his wolf form shifting back to human as he approached. Golden eyes, sharp and alert, scanned the horizon. “The battlefield is calm tonight,” he said softly. “But you feel it too, don’t you?”Aria nodded, closing her eyes. “Yes. The bond… it’s stronger than ever. And yet… I feel a shadow within it. Something… testing me. Testing us.”He reached for her hand, brushing his fingers over hers. “Then we face it together. Whatever it is.”Suddenly, a shift in the magical currents rippled th
The dawn broke over the Black Moon fortress with an unnatural chill, the sun barely penetrating the thick mist that clung to the valley. The pack stirred quietly, sensing the tension before it reached the ears of the human senses. Something dark moved beyond the forest line, patient, calculated, and lethal.Aria stood at the highest balcony, golden eyes glowing faintly in the early light. She pressed a hand over her stomach, feeling the heartbeat within her — steady, strong, but alert to every subtle vibration in the air. The life-thread pulsed outward, connecting every awakened woman, every wolf, every heart in the fortress.Kieran approached, his wolf form coiled and ready, golden eyes scanning the misty treeline. “He’s coming,” he said softly. “Damien. He will test everything we’ve built. The pack… the bond… you. All of it.”Aria’s jaw tightened, her hand brushing his over her abdomen. “Let h
Evening fell soft and heavy, the forest painted gold by the last threads of sunlight. Aria’s heart hammered as Mira guided her along the torchlit path, her white robe whispering against bare, oiled skin. Every breath tasted of cedar smoke and jasmine, the rhythm of distant drums echoing like a hear
Kieran’s arms were crossed, jaw tight as stone.“No.”Aria groaned and flopped back against the silk sheets of their cabin bed on the yacht. “Kieran, please. You saw how they looked at me when you were there. They don’t trust you, and honestly, I don’t blame them. Wolves and witches don’t exactly h
The house smelled of lemon and rosemary, the small comforts Mira always seemed to summon, when Aria padded into the bedroom with her shopping bag still in her hand. Soft afternoon light slid through the curtains and fell warm across the bed, making the dust motes dance like tiny planets. For a ridi
By the time their shopping bags were loaded into the SUV, Isolde clapped her hands together and said, “Now, I don’t know about you girls, but I am starving. Shall we












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