LOGINShe was destined to be a mere pawn. He would make her a queen. Aria Ivanov grew up under the expectation of obedience. Even as an Omega daughter of an Alpha, she is seen only as a valuable asset for marriage. However, when she is seized by a Rogue and taken into hostile territory, she confronts a fate far worse than an arranged union. The man who takes her captive is no ordinary Rogue. He is Xavier BlackWood—An Alpha like no other, ferocious, untamed, and her destined mate. Caught between her family’s strict obligations and a connection she never sought, Aria struggles to break free from him. Yet, as rumors of betrayal reach her and the threat of war approaches, she has to think about everything she believed—about her family, her history, and the man she is forbidden to love. Caught in a deadly struggle between two Alphas who would go to any length to possess her, Aria faces an impossible decision. Will she stick to the path laid out for her… or will she risk it all for the ruthless captor who holds her heart?
View MoreAria – POVThe road back to Crescent was made of ghosts.Every bend in the path, every whisper of wind through the trees carried something with it—memories I hadn’t asked for. Pain I hadn’t buried deep enough. And still, we rode forward, the old wagon creaking beneath us, pulled by a pair of weathered horses that seemed to understand the weight of our silence.I sat curled against Xavier, his arm draped carefully around my shoulders, his other hand resting on my thigh like he needed the grounding as much as I did. The trees passed in a blur. The sun stretched long shadows across the dirt, and I couldn’t tell if it was the baby or the dread sitting heavy in my stomach.“They’re not going to let us in,” I whispered.Xavier’s jaw ticked. He didn’t look at me. “They don’t have to. I’m not asking.”There it was again—that edge to him. Not rage, exactly. Not coldness either. Something sharper. Cleaner. Like steel forged in loss and love and the kind of fire that doesn’t burn out.“You think
Tristan – POVI didn’t hear the footsteps until they were close.Heavy. Familiar. Final.My father’s boots stopped a few feet away, the crunch of gravel under his heel echoing like a death sentence. I didn’t look up. Couldn’t.The blood had dried on my hands. On her dress. On the stone beneath us.Still, I held her.Still, I hoped the warmth would come back.The silence stretched between us like a blade.Then—“Tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”My jaw clenched so hard I thought I’d break it.“Tristan.”Slowly, I lifted my head.The expression on Alpha Dorian’s face wasn’t rage. Not yet. It was something worse.Disappointment.He looked at Lily, then back at me. His eyes darkened like a storm cloud building over a city already in ruins.“You killed her,” he said flatly.“No.” My voice cracked, raw and scraped from the inside. “No, I—she fell. I didn’t mean—”“She fell?” he repeated. “Did she trip on your temper?”I flinched like he’d struck me.“I didn’t push her. Not really. I j
Tristan – POVThe calm didn’t last.Of course it didn’t.Peace has always been a boring time for me—something you steal in the dark and pray the gods don’t notice.Lily stood in front of the fire later that night, arms crossed, her silhouette sharp against the flickering light. The warmth touched her hair, painting it gold, but her expression could’ve frozen the whole room.“I’m not leaving, Tristan.”Again.I rubbed a hand over my face. “We’ve been over this.”“Yeah, and I still said no.”“You’re not safe here.” My voice came out low, clipped. “The rebellion—Xavier’s wolves, the rogues—they’re coming back. This manor is a tomb waiting to happen.”“Then let it,” she said simply. “I’m not going to run just because it’s convenient for you to pretend I don’t exist.”I slammed my fist on the table, hard enough to rattle the goblets. “Dammit, Lily!”Her eyes sparked. “There he is. The great Alpha Tristan. Always so noble until someone tells him no.”“I’m trying to protect you!”“No,” she s
Tristan – POVThe laughter died fast.I looked at Lily—really looked. She stood there with one hand pressed over her belly like it was already a shield, like she already knew what was coming. Her eyes were bright, fierce, but they flickered—uncertainty in the face of the storm that was about to break.I felt it rise in me. The old instinct. The alpha in my bones. Cold. Calculated. Cruel, if it had to be.I rose from the chair slowly.“This can’t happen.”Her brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”I didn’t flinch. “The pregnancy. You have to end it.”Silence.Then—“You’re joking,” she said, stepping forward. “Tell me you’re joking.”“I’m not,” I said flatly. “Lily… you’re a maid. You clean up after bloodstained warriors. You fetch water and wipe dishes and vanish into the walls when nobles walk past. You think this is what a royal heir looks like? You think the Crescent bloodline will survive on peasant hands and moonlit accidents?”Her mouth dropped open, like I’d just slapped her.And maybe I
Aria – POVI used to think the war would be the hardest part.That if we could just survive it—if I could survive it—then everything after would feel like peace. Like breath. Like something soft and warm and real. But survival is a strange kind of victory. It comes with ghosts, with scars that don’
Xavier – POVThe fire cracked behind us, throwing sparks into the night air, but Aria’s silence burned hotter than the flames.She hadn’t spoken since the scouts returned—with word that the Crescent Pack’s lands had been left in a power vacuum. That no heir remained. That the seat once stolen by Tr
Tristan – POVThe silence in the manor was suffocating.Not quiet. Not peace.Just that thick, heavy kind of silence that presses into your chest like a stone. The kind that makes your heartbeat sound louder, like even your blood wants to escape the weight of what’s left behind.My hand slid over t
Xavier – POVThe battlefield was still wet with blood when she appeared.I didn’t notice her at first—not through the smoke, not through the echo of steel and the panting of tired lungs. I was too busy watching Aria.She stood tall even after everything. Still bloody, still bruised, but… hers. This












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