Lucas The second we step into the bar, I let out a long-ass sigh of relief. Finally, some breathing room away from all the party chaos and… Aria. Not that she was chaos, but the look she gave me earlier when I told her I was horny and bailed? Yeah, my wolf’s been pacing ever since. That tiny flick
Aria The moment Lucas steps closer, I smell it. The scent of another woman clings to him, and my stomach twists so hard it feels like I’m being stabbed. My wolf growls, and I clutch my stomach, trying to stop the pain. “Aria, are you okay?” His voice is softer than usual, which only pisses me of
“Don’t get lost, princess,” Mia teases, but I’m already walking away, trying to ignore the fact that I can still feel Lucas’s eyes on me. I spot Vanessa and her plastic posse as soon as I walk into the refreshment area. They’re in their obnoxious cheerleading outfits, acting like they own the plac
Aria "Who would’ve thought a cruise ship had a whole-ass salon?" Lily’s jaw is practically on the floor as she gawks at the sparkly sign of the salon. "I swear, it’s magnificent." I nod, pretending not to feel my bank account screaming. But then reality hits. "But, uh, guys... this salon looks hel
Aria For a moment, I froze. My brain short-circuits as I process what’s happening. Lucas? Here? What the actual hell. Jay’s still busy trailing kisses along my neck like a horny bee, but all I can think about is the storm brewing in Lucas’s eyes as he marches toward us. “What’s this?” His vo
Aria “Alpha!” I gasp, but he silences me with a finger sliding between my wet folds. My body betrays me, a moan escaping as he pumps slowly, torturously. I'm on cloud nine. “Fuck…. don't stop.” “What was that you said?” His voice is a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “That your body
Aria Lucas studies me for a moment, his frown deepening. “I’ll give you some time to think about it.” Time? What for? I’ve already made up my mind, apparently in record-breaking poor judgment. "I don't need to think about it. Let’s do it," I say confidently, crossing my arms. "And no, you don’t
Lucas We step into the rink, and I’ve got my hockey stick in one hand and a head full of thoughts about Aria. Yeah, her. The girl who just told me she’s fine with being my fuck mate. Like, does she really mean that? Because if she does, damn, I’m in trouble. I can still feel her wetness on my fing
But Lucas? Oh no. He’s not calming down one bit. “I can’t calm down, Aria. You need to say something right now. Tell this idiot you belong in Shadow Pang.” He’s practically barking it, and honestly, I’m about two seconds from losing it too. “Lucas,” I start, trying real hard to keep my voice soft a
Aria “Aria, I’m telling you, there’s nothing to be scared of. I mean, yeah, the Hollow sect are creepy as hell and all that, but Alpha Marcel’s got the resources. He’s got the people, the connections. You’re safe here,” Mark says the second we step into the living room, like he’s trying to sell me
Aria After I shower and get dressed, Lucas and I head downstairs for breakfast. Alpha Marcel’s not in the living room yet, and Mark... well, goddess knows where he is. Probably off being mysterious and annoying, as usual. We make our way to the dining room where the maid who called us is already
I turn to the side, my back pressed against his chest, and his arm slides around my waist like it belongs there. His body’s warm, grounding, and his scent…gosh it's so soothing. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “Goodnight, baby,” I murmur back, letting my hand s
Aria “Oh yeah… they’re not here right now,” Alpha Marcel says, scratching his head like he’s trying to dig out the answer. “They went outta the country to visit a relative of my wife.” I nod, but honestly, it sounds like total bullshit. Like, really? In the middle of all this chaos? The pack’s cu
“Let me guess. He said, ‘Screw this fire crap’?” “Pretty much. Said it was barbaric and refused to keep sacrificing his people. And the moment he stopped? Curse hit us like a wrecking ball. No sunlight, no crops, no peace. Just rot and death. Now there’s some weird-ass illness spreading…werewolves
Aria Lola takes a deep breath, glancing over my shoulder like someone might be eavesdropping, then locks eyes with me. “Your mother... she was a beautiful and brave woman,” she says, and for a second, she looks like she’s about to cry or punch someone. “I used to wait on her.” Wait, what? “You did
Alpha Marcel groans like I just smacked him with nothing but facts duh. "You’re right," he mutters, rubbing his forehead. "I’m just, you know... skeptical. I’m scared because he grew up with his father, and I worry he’ll be like him." I shake my head and look straight at Lucas, feeling my heart do
Aria The woman. It’s definitely her. Same long black hair, same damn round face, same sad ass eyes. What the hell is she doing here? I swear something feels weird and off as fuck. "Aria, are you alright?" Alpha Marcel’s voice yanks me back to reality. He’s looking between me and the lady like he’