LOGINAriaBy the time Dante finally allowed me to leave his office, I was one insult away from committing a murder. The man was an impossible task. To think that every serious conversation that I brought up, he somehow turned it into a flirt. Manipulating his way into making my body react. He didn't just flirt, he threatened me, invaded my personal space, until he succeeded in making my brain refuse to function properly. Oh how I hated him. I hate the way smirking made him look so hot. I hated his stupid, deep voice, that made me shake. And the most annoying part, I hated how my body was adjusting, and beginning to understand why people followed him blindly. Dante Rinaldi wasn't just any kind of person. He was the type to consume every room he walked into. Even when all I desired was to strangle him with both hands. I stormed angrily into the dining hall, sitting down roughly as if the chair had personally offended me. I adjusted the sleeves of the shirt which I absolutely refused to ad
Aria"What is Project True Alpha?" I watched as his playful expression changed a little. That showed me it had to do with something very serious, or rather something he didn't want me to know about. "It's not something you should get yourself involved in.""That isn't the answer to my question.""That's the most you can get for now. Besides, Leo isn't even your son, take a rest."That immediately flared me up, my whole body boiling up. "You don't have the right to decide that for me anymore!" I shouted. "You might be his father, but Leo is my patient. He's under my care. I have just as much right over him. if anyone is experimenting on him...""No one is going to touch Leo." He cut me off. The sudden sharpness in his voice made me instantly calm down, the atmosphere turning dangerous. Before I could tell what was going on, Dante was already in front of me, his expression changing completely. It was controlling, terrifying, and very protective. I couldn't help wondering what made hi
Aria'Project True Alpha'My hand started shaking, my blood freezing at the names beneath it. Leo Rinaldi. Elder Vane. There were also medical charts, ranging from brain scans to behavioral reports. What the hell are all these? From all I was seeing, Leo wasn't a child to them, but an experiment. This made a chill run over my body. Then, I found the last page, which left me still. SUBJECT BIOLOGICAL MOTHER STATUS: DECEASED. Below it was also a date, which dated back to six years ago. It was shocking how the date matched the exact night my baby was stolen. I stared at the page again, my heart hammering non stop. Deceased? It was so casually written, like they didn't care about what impact it could make. How can they easily write someone's life off like that? That is very cruel. The worse part of the diagnosis is how they discussed Leo like he wasn't a little boy that needed to live, but as a lab animal. He wasn't seen as a little one I knew who loved pancakes, and bedtime st
Aria I did my best to keep my eyes shut tightly, forcing my breathing to stay slow and normal, and not make him suspicious. Dante claimed back to his own side of the bed without a word. For the next two minutes, neither of us moved. I made sure to stay in character. I could also feel Dante beside me, very warm and solid. I kept on perceiving the scent of bourbon and rain, as they both engulfed me annoyingly. It was so invading that it made it impossible to think straight. To worsen everything, my heart kept pounding, and it terrified me that he could hear it. He'll be ready in just seven days? The words echoed continuously in my head. Use him properly? Who was the 'him" he talked about? Could it be Leo?No. That's not possible. I'm sure Dante won't be that heatless to hurt him. I have observed them, and I can tell that everything he's doing around the boy is too real to be a bait. He has been too protective, always putting him first. But why is he so secretive? Why decide to meet
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AriaHaving just finished dinner after a long, boring day, I closed the door to my room, and leaned against it, letting out a long breath.No man could ever make you scream the way I would. I'd have you writhing underneath me, begging me not to stop.My face heated up all over again just thinking about it. I pushed off the door and walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face."Get it together, Aria," I muttered to my reflection.But I couldn't stop hearing his voice in my head. Couldn't stop imagining what it would be like if I actually...No.I dried my face roughly with a towel and walked back into the bedroom. I needed sleep. That's all this was. Exhaustion making me think crazy things.I changed into my pajamas, a simple tank top and shorts, and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind.I'd have you writhing underneath me, begging me not to stop.My eyes flew open."Damn it."I rolled onto my side, then my other side, then on
Aria The nanny didn't seem to hear me, her scream echoing off the damp stone walls, a sound that would have made most people flinch, but I wasn't most people. I stayed exactly where I was, my eyes fixed on the red line I had carved into her skin. I pulled the scalpel back slowly, letting it catch
AriaI let out a long sigh and try to push myself up the mattress yet my muscles wouldn't let me and a wave of dizziness washed over me the moment my head left the pillow.Dante is by my side in an instant. He doesn't say anything but his large hand is firm against my back, supporting me as he adj
Aria I finally open my eyes, and I'm no longer staring at the white ceiling tiles of my hospital's private wing. Instead I see heavy dark wood beams and faint carvings on a ceiling I don't recognize.This isn't the island. But it's not my hospital either.I tried to move but my body wouldn't let m
AriaThe lights in the emergency room are blinding. I lay on a cold stretcher while my own staff moved around me. It's strange being on this side. I'm usually the one standing over the patient, giving orders, holding the scalpel. Now I'm the one fighting to keep my eyes open while my body feels lik







