Aria's Pov
I spent my time in the tent rearranging what'd happen to me in the past few hours :
First, my family treats me like I'm the unwanted extra in their perfect little pack.
Then, they force me into a marriage with a man who probably thinks emotions are a disease.
And now? I wake up in Xavier BlackWood rogue-infested camp, only this time, I'm not tied up.
Small victories.
But that didn't mean I was free. I was still trapped.
I was held hostage in a place where everyone was supposed to be a bloodthirsty, merciless beast.
Except… they weren't, which was super annoying, by the way.
All my life, I'd been raised my entire life to believe that rogues were nothing but wild animals with no morals, no honour, and so sense of hygiene. (Okay, maybe that last part was still up for debate.)
But what I saw here was very… very… normal.
Too normal.
Where was the chaos?
Where were the random murders?
The complete and total anarchy?
Where was it?
There was none of that.
I squinted suspiciously at the group of warriors sparring in the training area. They weren't tearing at each other. They were helping each other.
The other rogues were talking, laughing. The kids ran past me, playing while a woman scolded her children for not washing the dishes and clothes.
Rogues do dishes and laundry?
Weird. Super weird.
Almost as weird as the way my traitorous heart skipped a beat whenever Xavier looked at me.
That was totally unfair to me because hey, I'm supposed to hate him. He kidnapped me. He is my enemy but then he had to go and be respectful by cutting me loose and having his maids bathe me and give me clean clothes.
He didn't let anyone treat me like a useless weakling.
He'd let them bring me food and wait to make sure I ate it.
I was conflicted. Rogues weren't supposed to care.
Yet here I was, at a dinner table, eating a freshly cooked meal while the big bad Alpha himself sat across from me, watching me closely.
It was making me very uncomfortable.
“Could you please not stare at me like that?” I muttered, shoving a piece of bread into my mouth.
Xavier raised a brow. “Why not? You're exotic.”
I choked.
Xavier had the audacity to smirk. “You walked into that one, sweetheart.”
I shot him a glare. “You still haven't told me why I'm here. And don't say it's because I'm your mate, because I already rejected you.”
Xavier didn't even flinch. “And I already told you that it doesn't matter.”
I groaned. “You kidnapped me.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Did I?”
I blinked. “Uh… yes?”
“You don't remember how you got here, do you?”
I opened my mouth — then snapped it shut because not I thought about it.
I didn't even remember.
I remember sneaking out of the pack,
I remember sensing something off,
And then — nothing.
Just darkness.
My blood ran cold.
Xavier leaned back. “If I truly kidnapped you, you'd remember it.”
A chill ran down my spine.
Why was my gut telling me he was right?
Why was I even terrified?
If he didn't take me then how the hell did I —
My blood froze.
I had assumed that Xavier kidnapped me because he was a rogue but … what if it wasn't true… What if… someone had taken me and dumped me here?
You have got to be kidding me.
Was this all planned?
Did someone want me here?
Did someone from my own pack do this to me?
I grabbed the edge of my chair so hard my fingers ached.
Someone probably thought Xavier would kill me when he found me.
Someone would go to this extent to get rid of me.
Was it father?
My step mom?
My half-brother?
It might be anyone because all of them saw me as nothing but a burden. The only reason I was valuable enough to start with was because of my engagement.
My engagement to the man I didn't want to marry.
My engagement to a man whose only real benefit to my pack was the alliance he brought.
My engagement was an alliance that wouldn't happen if I disappeared.
Unholy shit!
Someone planned this.
The realization sent a violent shiver through me.
I had been handed over to my enemy on a silver platter.
My own family had betrayed me.
Xavier must have seen the horror on my face because he spoke. “Did you remember something?”
I swallowed hard. “ I ….”
I want to say something but the words wouldn't form in my mouth.
I couldn't tell him. I couldn't trust him.
I shouldn't but it was ironic how the rogues treated me better than my own family.
“I think…” I licked my lips. “I think…”
“Someone wants you gone?” He took the words right out of my lips.
I looked down.
“Don't worry. You're safe here.” he said, startling me.
“What?” I looked up, blinking.
“Yes.” he smiled.
I reached for a goblet of water.
A tiny, stupid, traitorous part of me believed him.
*****
You know that feeling when you wake up and just know it's going to be a terrible day?
It turned out I'd been living with that feeling since birth.
Because, apparently, being born an Omega in the mighty RedMoon pack was the equivalent of being a defective product.
A mistake.
A disappointment.
But instead of just returning me to the Moon Goddess for a refund, my dear, wonderful family decided to use me for breeding purposes.
And just like that, my future was decided before I could even walk.
I remember the day father said those words to me when I turned ten :
“You will marry the Alpha of the CrescentMoon pack. And you will do your duty for this pack.”
For years, I had lived under the constant reminder that I was nothing but a bargaining chip.
The only reason they even acknowledged my existence was because my body had value.
It was not my thoughts, not even my skills, not even my very soul.
They acknowledged my existence was because of my ability to pop out little CrescentMoon heirs like some kind of baby factory.
So, naturally, when Tristian Drakos, the Alpha I was promised to — finally came to claim me, I threw in the towel.
And then I was kidnapped —
By rogues.
And worse?
I was mated to their leader — The beast, the terror and the one everyone whispered about like he was the devil — Xavier BlackWood.
Honestly, I didn't understand the part where Moon Goddess looked at my miserable little life and make me mate to the terrifying rogue alive.
And the worst part?
I was starting to think the rogues were a better pack than mine ever was.
Aria's PovI'd never hated anyone the way I hate myself right now.I’d hated myself since the war broke out between the Rogues and the Werewolves. Since that day, everything I looked at became a blur of blood, smoke and pain in my vision. Everything hurt.I struggled to wave them off — the agony, the panic, and at some point I did but not everything faded as I'd hope they would.There was worst was one I couldn't shake off — Xavier.His strength,His determination, His power,I watched it all break right in front of me and I did nothing.He had fought like a demon to protect me,He had killed for me,And he didn't stop till his body was bloodied and bruised.I remember him yelling admist blood and tears that he'd do whatever it took to keep me safe even if it meant dying.My breath came in ragged gasps as I woke from the nightmare for the umpteenth time that week.I shuddered and pulled my knees to my chest.I knew what happened the day of the battle. Xavier …He didn't keep his pr
Aria’s PovDisaster was about to unfold. My family was coming for me and they were bringing war with them.****I nearly choked on my drink as Xavier revealed the news. “I'm sorry — who's waging war?”Xavier sighed, looking like he was about two seconds away from throwing something. “Your family.”I stared at him and blinked. “You're joking, right?”He was quiet.I pushed back my seat. “Why — I mean, why would my family — who made it very clear they wanted nothing to do with me — suddenly care that I was gone?”Unless…Realization hit me like a brick to the face. “Oh my God,” I gasped. “They're not coming for me. They're coming for the treaty.” Xavier didn't say anything again, which was the confirmation I needed.I let out a humourless laugh. “The only time my family ever gave a crap about me is when they realized their baby factory is gone? Wow.”Xavier moved and I didn't notice he'd been standing beside me. “If they come here, they won't take you. I won't let them take them.” “
Aria's Pov I spent my time in the tent rearranging what'd happen to me in the past few hours :First, my family treats me like I'm the unwanted extra in their perfect little pack.Then, they force me into a marriage with a man who probably thinks emotions are a disease. And now? I wake up in Xavier BlackWood rogue-infested camp, only this time, I'm not tied up.Small victories.But that didn't mean I was free. I was still trapped.I was held hostage in a place where everyone was supposed to be a bloodthirsty, merciless beast. Except… they weren't, which was super annoying, by the way.All my life, I'd been raised my entire life to believe that rogues were nothing but wild animals with no morals, no honour, and so sense of hygiene. (Okay, maybe that last part was still up for debate.)But what I saw here was very… very… normal.Too normal.Where was the chaos? Where were the random murders? The complete and total anarchy? Where was it?There was none of that.I squinted suspiciou
Kyro’s PovI will make one thing very clear.I, Xavier BlackWood, do not believe in fairytales, soulmates or even fate.What I believe in is survival, strength, and putting all my enemies 6 feet under before they attempt the same on me.Romantic, isn't it?But when you're the Alpha of the most feared rogue pack in existence, you don't get to be soft. I didn't run the BlueMoon pack to be a cozy little family like those pampered fools in the CrescentMoon or RedBlood packs. My wolves were fighters, warriors who had been betrayed and abandoned by our so-called “civilized” brethren.And I was their king.A king with a kingdom made of blood and bones. The packs called me a monster, a beast, a cold-blooded murderer.And they weren't wrong at all.I rule my pack with fear, respect, and a healthy amount of violence. There were no elders in my pack to offer wise propositions, no alliances, not even treaties.The other packs wanted us dead and we return the favour with every seething interest
Aria's Pov I had a life plan.It wasn't the best nor was it particularly impressive, but it was simple : Wake up.Avoid my annoying stepmother.And exist in peace. Nowhere on that list did it say : “Get kidnapped by a rogue werewolf and discover he's your mate.”And yet, here I was — tied to a chair in a dark room in God-knows-where, with a giant, terrifying wolf standing in front of me.7 hours ago,I wiped down the counter, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. “Go wash this in the back.” Lilian tossed a dusty rag on the counter and I nearly snapped.What the hell!She threw her blonde hair over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. “Do you want to say something?” My face turned red but I didn't dare say anything. I couldn't speak harsh words to the wife of my boss, Justin Holloway, owner of the BlackBear Tavern.“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Nothing.”“Good.”When she walked away, I slammd my fist on the counter and cursed.Let me tell you about my life.It. Is. Horrible.I kn