“They begged for mercy,” he said coldly, his eyes distant. “But mercy died the day they killed her.”he snarled, his eyes cold as steel. “They killed the only woman I ever loved, and for that, you’ll suffer.” Love died in him the day his lover was taken by a family of hunters. As the ruthless Alpha of the Bloodmoon Clan, he has spent years hunting the Crescent Hunters, the family of werewolf slayers who killed his lover. Revenge is his only purpose-until he discovers his fated mate is the daughter of those very hunters, his plan to annihilate them is turned upside down. Will he use her to destroy her own family? Or will she be the one to melt the heart he thought he’d buried long ago? Can he kill the family that took everything from him, even if it means destroying the woman he's bound to protect?
View More"They say obsession is dangerous, but for you, I’ll embrace madness if it means keeping you." Knox...
--- ARIA'S POV My fists slammed into the thug’s stomach, and he groaned, stumbling backward. “Leave her alone,” I snapped, stepping between him and the girl huddled against the wall. She was shaking, her face wet with tears and her dress torn at the sleeve. The thug sneered, wiping blood from his mouth. “You’ve got guts, girl. Too bad they won’t save you.” I clenched my fists tighter, ignoring the sting in my knuckles. “Try me.” He lunged, but I was faster. I dodged to the side, kicking his leg out from under him. He crashed to the ground with a curse, clutching his knee. “Run!” I yelled at the girl. She hesitated for a moment before scrambling to her feet and bolting out of the alley. I didn’t look back to watch her go. The thug pushed himself up, glaring at me. “You’re dead.” “Not today,” I said sharply The thug chuckled at my audacity. Well, I might be small in size compared to him but in here, I have the upper hand. Yeah... The only place I act strong..... My imagination. My imaginary 'come to the rescue scene dissolved into the dim walls of my bedroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hands weren't bruised from a fight. The thug wasn't real. None of it was. Here, in my imagination, I was unstoppable. I was strong- fierce enough to stand up to anything which was far different from my reality. Here, I wasn’t a hero. I opened the door as I stepped out of my room- my safe haven. The faint scent of coffee wafted the air from the kitchen. I wasn’t even halfway down the hall when I almost collided with Daphne. “Watch it,” she snapped, stepping back with a scowl. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped impatiently against her arm. She was dressed in her usual leather hunting jacket, the one she wore when she went out with the others. “Sorry,” I mumbled, stepping aside to let her pass. Her eyes narrowed as they darted to the folder in my hand. “What’s that?” “Nothing important.” Before she could press further, heavy footsteps echoed behind her. My stepbrother, Jordan, appeared, his crossbow slung casually over his shoulder. He was grinning, but there was a coldness in his eyes that always made my stomach turn. “Where are you going to, Aria?” my stepmother’s voice, Wren, cut through the air before I could answer. She emerged from the kitchen, her sharp gaze pinning me in place. She was dressed like the others, her gear strapped tightly, ready for the hunt. “I have a... a job interview,” I stammered, clutching the folder tighter. “A job interview?” Daphne sneered, her tone dripping with mockery. “What for? Cleaning toilets?” Jordan just gave me a calculating gaze. Well, he doesn't pick on me like Daphne does, but doesn't his disinterest. As for my stepmother, Wren, she barely spared me a glance. Her sharp eyes flicked over me, disinterested, as if I were nothing more than furniture. “At least you're becoming useful,” she muttered under her breath, loud enough for me to catch. The words stung, but I bit my tongue and kept my head down. ”You're going hunting?” I asked as Daphne picked up her bow as well as Jordan and Wren. Daphne rolled her eyes, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Of course we are. What else would we be doing?” She said it like it was obvious, like there was no greater purpose in life than chasing down werewolves in the woods. I bit my lip, holding back the urge to say what I was really thinking. Hunting made me uneasy. But to them, hunting wasn’t just a pastime; it was a tradition. My family had been tracking and killing werewolves for generations. Jordan liked to say it was in our blood. He and Daphne wore that legacy like a badge of honor. My stepmother, Daphne, and Jordan-they were all the same. Ruthless. Calculated. Born and bred to hunt down and kill werewolves without hesitation. It wasn't just a duty for them; it was a legacy. My stepmother often reminded us, over dinner or during one of her many condescending lectures, that hunting werewolves was a noble cause. "We keep the balance," she would say, her voice laced with pride. "We rid the world of monsters." To them, werewolves weren't people. They were animals to be exterminated. Daphne thrived on the thrill of the hunt, often boasting about her kills, while Jordan treated it like a game, competing with Daphne for the highest body count. And my stepmother? Wren was the ringleader, ensuring the family name stayed feared in hunter circles. But I didn't belong in their world. I had always been the outsider-the weak one they barely tolerated. I didn't have Daphne's cruel confidence or Jordan's bloodlust. I didn't want to hunt anything. And that's the most basic reason I feel out of place in a place I should have called home. It wasn’t that I thought werewolves were innocent. I’d heard the stories—entire villages torn apart, families destroyed. But I also couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the creatures than my family wanted to admit. Something about hunting them felt… wrong. “Aria!” Jordan’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was staring at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Are you even listening? I said maybe you should come with us for once. Learn how to be useful.” Daphne snickered, her laugh light and mocking. “Please, Jordan. She’d probably trip over her own feet before we even got to the woods.” “I’m fine here, besides I have a job interview to attend” I said quickly, lowering my gaze. “Suit yourself,” Jordan said with a shrug, his attention already back on his knife. Wren finally turned to me, her expression neutral but said nothing before walking past me. They left soon after, the front door slamming behind them. The house felt quieter without them, but not in a comforting way. It was the kind of silence that pressed against your chest, making it hard to breathe. As I headed out, I noticed the silver bullets on the floor. Daphne probably threw them down unconsciously. As I bent to pick them, a familiar pain gripped me. I slowly shifted the neck of my shirt to reveal a bite mark. My throat tightened as I remembered the sharp pain during the last full moon, the warmth of the bite that burned through my skin. I had told myself it wasn’t real, that I’d imagined it. But the bite mark said otherwise. If they found out what happened to me... It was the last full moon. I had gone out only to be bitten by a werewolf. I swallowed hard, gripping the folder like it was a lifeline. No one could know. Not yet. The bite was still there, hidden beneath the sleeve of my sweater, and sometimes it burned with a strange intensity. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. A werewolves bite shouldn’t turn me—so why did it feel different? Was I changing, or was something far greater happening to me? For now, all I could do was pretend everything was normal. Pretend I wasn’t becoming the very thing my family hunted. But deep down, I knew the truth wouldn’t stay hidden forever.ARIA The moment his form solidified, all of the confidence, bravery—whatever that was—died an immediate death. I stumbled backward with a soft yelp, my legs refusing to cooperate as my butt met the cold floor again. “Oh—oh my god—” I blinked rapidly, trying to look anywhere but there, but my eyes kept betraying me. He was naked. Fully, gloriously, terrifyingly naked. And aroused. My throat dried up. My thoughts scattered. The rawness of his form—taut muscles slick with sweat, the rise and fall of his broad chest, that sharp line leading down his abdomen to the thick length between his legs—it burned itself into my brain. I didn't mean to look. I really didn't. But I looked. Again. And again. “Shit,” I whispered, dragging my eyes back to his face—just as his gold eyes flickered, beginning to shift back to their usual stormy grey. His jaw clenched. His body… still trembling from the shift as his fists curled at his sides. And then the chains snapped. The loud, bru
'I shouldn’t be here'I kept telling myself. Yet here I am, in front of Mr Grey's penthouse. I wrapped my fingers tight around the worn leather strap of my bag with the right file inside. It wouldn't had be a big deal but knowing Knox's schedule to send those files over to the board members tomorrow, I rather fix my wrong. But what in earth was I thinking that made me give Manson the wrong file. Gosh!'Come back early. You will be joining the hunt'Wren’s words from this morning intruded my thoughts but I shoved it at the back of my mind. I will head over the moment I'm done.I took a deep breath as I entered the building. I was about to input the code when I noticed the door was unlocked.'Weird' I thought, stepping fully into the house. The place was quiet as though no one was in. "Mr Grey" I called out hoping I wasn't the only being in this place. Silence.No response.My lips pouted as I took a good view of the place. The last time I was here, Knox's presence didn't let me take
ARIATasha didn’t move. Even after my words cut through her smug little performance, she just stood there and glared. Her knuckles tightened around the folder while her lips pressed into a thin, furious line.I should have known better.The moment her heels clicked against the floor and she turned back toward me, my spine stiffened. The boldness I felt a minute ago vanished as I saw the storm brewing in her eyes. My breath hitched when she stalked toward my desk and stopped inches away.“You must be out of your damn mind,” she hissed. “Who gave you the guts to talk back to me?”My heart pounded hard and fast like a warning bell.She leaned in, her voice sharp enough to cut. “Just because Mr. Grey cornered you doesn’t mean you’re special. He’ll get bored, and when he does, you’ll be nothing but a forgotten distraction.”The words burned, but this time, something inside me refused to shrink back. I wasn’t the same girl who
ARIA The morning was cold, but not as cold as Wren’s voice when she stopped me at the door. “Tonight is the full moon.” Her tone was flat, sharp. “You are to return early. No excuses. You’re joining the hunt.” A familiar weight settled in my chest. I didn’t answer. I only tightened my grip on my bag. It didn’t matter if I wanted to go or not—she had already decided for me. I nodded once. “Don’t embarrass me.” And with that, she turned and left, like I wasn’t even worth another glance. I let out a slow breath, trying to ignore the tightness in my throat as I walked to the bus stop. --- Work wasn’t much better. It had been two days since I last saw Knox Grey. Three days since he left me standing on that sidewalk, confused and pissed. It wasn’t unusual for him to disappear—but it wasn’t like him to leave without telling me. I was his PA. If he didn’t come in, I was supposed to know. I was supposed to inform others, rearrange his calendar, handle things. But this?
KNOX Blood Moon Clan – Council Hall Two days. Two days since I last saw her. Yet Aria’s scent still lingered in my thoughts, an invisible thread that refused to break. But this morning, I wasn’t a CEO in a black suit commanding boardrooms. I was Alpha. And here, power wasn’t dictated by contracts and profits. It was in blood, fear, and the weight of a throne that only one could bear. I sat tall on the Alpha’s seat, carved from blackwood, leather-backed, raised higher than the others. Mason sat to my right—my Beta, my Second, and the only voice I trusted. To my left, the Luna’s seat remained vacant, as it had been for years. Let them keep looking at it. I didn’t need a Luna to rule. Seven elders sat before me, forming a half-circle. Their scents filled the room—smoke, age, steel. Three were bound to my father’s rule: Elder Ronan, Elder Hale, and Elder Greta. The other three leaned toward Edric—Third-in-Command. The kind of threat that smiled while sharpening the blad
ARIAThe silence in the car felt heavy.Like something unspoken was pressing against the air.I kept my hands folded on my lap, my back straight while trying to pretend the tension didn’t bother me.But it did.Knox sat beside me, his posture relaxed, his focus locked on his phone. He hadn’t looked at me once since we got in.Not that I was expecting him to.Still, I found myself stealing glances.Just quick ones—barely a second long. The sharp edge of his jaw, the way his fingers moved over the screen, the cold expression that never waveredI swallowed, glancing toward Mason, who was focused on the road ahead. Maybe I should say something. Anything to break this unbearable silence.But what?I stole another glance at Knox. His eyes never lifted from his phone, but his grip on it was tight.Why did it feel like he was ignoring me on purpose?The car hit a small bump, jolting me slightly. I exhaled, crossing my arms.Why is this so awkward?-------KNOX'Just a glance at her'Fenris gr
ARIA I took a deep breath, forcing the tension from my shoulders. I needed to focus. Everything that happened earlier—the office, the close proximity, the way Knox had trapped me against the wall—none of it mattered. It was work. Nothing else. Knox Grey was my boss. And I needed to remember that. I sat down at my desk, exhaling slowly as I pushed everything aside. Then my phone rang. I hesitated before glancing at the screen. Mr. Grey. Of course. Bracing myself, I picked up. “My schedule.” That was all he said. Deep. Smooth. Cold. The call ended before I could respond. I stared at my phone, my fingers tightening around it. Seriously? That was it? No explanation? I shook my head, quickly pulling up his schedule. Lunch with Mr. DeLuca – Contract signing. Right. That was today. I straightened myself, pushing everything aside. ------ I stepped into the office and stopped. Marcus Reed was on his knees. His suit was wrinkled, his tie loose, his f
ARIAI burst into the ladies’ washroom, my heels clicking against the tile as I rushed inside. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my hands trembling as I pressed them against the cool porcelain sink.What just happened?I squeezed my eyes shut, replaying the scene in my head.Mr Grey—so close. His body towering over mine, his warmth pressing in from all sides. The way his deep, unreadable gaze had locked onto me, like he was trying to pull me apart piece by piece. My back against the wall, his hands caging me in, the heat of his breath fanning against my lips, his exposed chest, gawd those abs I wasn't seeing but his chiseled chest.And the worst part?I had closed my eyes.Like I was waiting for him to kiss me.I let out a sharp breath, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.“What the hell was that?” I whispered to myself, my voice shaking.This was wrong. So wrong.Knox Grey was my boss. My boss. There was no reason for my heart to be racing like this. No reason for my legs to feel
KNOXThe scent of blood still clung to the air, faint but unmistakable. It was hers.I rose from my seat, moving toward her with slow, deliberate steps.Aria’s shoulders stiffened, her fingers tightening around the file she was holding. She stepped back—instinctively, unconsciously—but I didn’t stop.She was trying to act unaffected, but she didn’t know what I could hear.The steady rhythm of her heart had changed. And right now, it was stuttering, betraying the calm front she was trying so hard to maintain.Her fingers tightened around the file.She stepped back.I didn’t stop.Another step back.I tilted my head. “Why are you backing away?”“I—” She hesitated, then lifted her chin. “I’m not.”Liar.She was doing everything she could to put space between us, but there was nowhere left to go.Her back hit the wall.A sharp inhale.I caged her in, placing a hand on the wall beside her head. My other hand lifted, my fingers hovering just above her shoulder.That wound.It wasn’t deep, b
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