Aria Christmas is just two days away, and the hall already smells like the season itself—peppermint, pine, and that cloyingly sweet sugar-cookie air freshener someone thought was a brilliant idea to pump through the vents. The air is crisp, carrying a slight chill, but the soft glow of Christmas li
Mia “All right, so where do we start?” I ask, holding up the paper. My voice is already dripping with annoyance because, honestly, this guy just existing near me is fucking exhausting. “We can start by getting to know each other,” Damon says, flashing that stupid, cocky grin that probably works on
“I wasn’t paying attention,” he says, scratching the back of his neck like he’s embarrassed. “Yeah, because you were too busy trying to get under my fucking skirt,” I snap. “Let’s just go find it.” “Where?” “The hall, obviously. It’s probably raining candy canes in there.” “Wait, wait.” He holds
Lucas I stride down the hallway with Lily keeping pace beside me. Honestly, I have no idea what we’re supposed to be looking for..Goddess knows, but I don’t care. My mind’s somewhere else. Or rather, on someone else. Aria. And that bastard, Ethan. I can’t stand the thought of him being anywher
Aria “What the fuck is going on here?” I spin around so fast I nearly trip over my own feet. Lucas is standing there, arms crossed, gray eyes burning a hole straight through Ethan’s head. For the first time since this fucking scavenger hunt started, Ethan’s grip on my arm loosens. “It’s nothing.
“Why can’t you just be mine?” he growls, his voice low and rough. “You used to be all over me, and now you’re with Lucas. You even dyed your hair blonde for him.” “Yes, I did. Because I don’t want anything to do with you,” I bite out, shoving at his chest. “You’re mine, Aria.” “Fuck you,” I spit.
Aria I take a shaky step back as Vanessa stalks toward me, her sharp heels clicking against the floor like a damn countdown to my doom. Her smile isn’t even a smile…it’s a fucking sneer, and her perfectly manicured nails, tap against her folded arms. “What do I want?” she repeats, mocking my earl
Lucas My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s trying to break out of my chest as I rush into the medical center with Aria in my arms. She’s limp, ice-cold, and way too pale, but her heartbeat is still there—thank the Moon Goddess. Where the fuck is Ethan? If that bastard locked her in tha
Lucas The second I hit the room, I just crash onto the bed like my body finally gave up. I yank the blanket over my face like that’s gonna block out the bullshit in my head. My skull feels like it’s about to explode, and my chest? Yeah, that shit’s not doing any better either. It’s like someone’s
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