Alpha Marcel lets out a breath. “Thank the goddess. We need to begin the process soon.” I frown, my attention shifting. “Who’s Shiva?” “She’s the high priestess,” Alpha Marcel answers, forcing a tight smile. “I asked her to hurry so we can finally deal with all this.” But something about his body
Lucas I keep pacing around the room like a damn lunatic, waiting for Aria to wake up. This whole thing feels off. I should’ve never left her alone with that man, not when I’ve never trusted him. And now he’s sitting there, telling me she just fainted while playing the piano, like that explains any
Aria I don’t know what the hell is happening right now. Like, is Alpha Marcel actually saying my mom used to have visions like I do? Or is he just trying to play some mind game with me? Because honestly, I can't tell if he’s being deep or just dramatic as hell. “Aria, you know you can tell me any
I let out a heavy sigh. “Shit… my mom must’ve been wrecked.” My mind flashes to that moment I saw her dancing. The guy she was dancing with… it had to be him. Erik. Her brother. “She was,” Marcel says quietly. “Erik adored her.” I nod slowly. “Yeah... I don’t doubt that.” My voice drops without m
Aria It's clear as day that Alpha Marcel did not see that question coming. The way he’s looking at me right now…it’s like I just slapped him with a frying pan. He looks guilty as fuck, but also kinda panicked, like he’s trying to figure out how the hell I even got that piece of info. “Uhmm... whe
Aria “Lucas, it’s not what you think,” I blurt out, already panicking. “I slipped and he caught me, that’s all.” But Lucas ain’t hearing it. His eyes are locked on Mark like he’s two seconds from launching at him, while Mark’s over there rolling his eyes like Lucas is just being dramatic. I walk
“Aria, you good?” Mark’s voice cuts through my little mental spiral and drags me back to reality. I blink a few times, trying to pull myself together before I look at him. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just got a little caught up in my feelings. Nothing dramatic.” Mark nods like he believes me, even though I’m
Aria We step outta the living room, and the cold hits me like a freaking slap to the face. This wind? Rude as hell. It goes straight through my jacket like it’s got beef with me personally. It’s still pitch dark outside, obviously, but there’s electricity glowing from this part of the mansion like
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