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.
Xavier's pov I adjusted my stance, feeling a surge of determination as I prepared to stand and confront Tristan directly. However, Asher’s firm grip on my arm anchored me in place, his touch surprisingly reassuring amidst the tension. "Xavier, this is their territory," he murmured, his voice low and cautious, tinged with urgency. "Let them handle things in their own way."I shot him a look, my frustration simmering just beneath the surface, but he shook his head solemnly, his eyes conveying a stern warning to keep my composure. Taking a deep breath, I reluctantly settled back into the worn fabric of the couch, my gaze intent and unwavering on Tristan's face, which bore an expression that was hard to read. "I’ll stay for now," I declared, my voice steady and resolute, despite the chaos of emotions swirling within me. "But I came here to offer my condolences, and I expect to be treated with the respect due to a guest.”Tristan's eyes narrowed into icy slits, a cruel sneer curling at t
Tristan povI stood behind the couch, a sly smile creeping across my face as I observed the unfolding scene before me. Aria's delicate hands rested gently against Xavier's muscular chest, her voice calm and soothing, an almost melodic comfort in the charged atmosphere. "Xavier, this is our pack, so please, just calm yourself, okay?" she said, her warm gaze locked onto his troubled eyes, as if attempting to wrestle away his tension through sheer will.My eyes narrowed, the smile fading as my mind whirred with unsettling thoughts. How could she remain so composed and serene, exuding an aura of control, when she was standing in the very heart of my pack—my territory? The protective instincts within me flared, and I took a step forward, my boots creaking softly against the old wooden floor, the sound breaking through the tense silence like a sudden clap of thunder."Enough!" I barked, my voice slicing through the air as I strode toward them, urgency fueling my every move. Aria's eyes dart
Xavier povAs I stepped through the grand doors of the mansion, the opulence of the room took my breath away. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the polished marble floor, but my attention was instantly drawn to the figure standing gracefully by the window. Aria. She looked absolutely breathtaking in a black dress that hugged her curves flawlessly, accentuating her silhouette. Her hair cascaded in soft waves around her shoulders, and her makeup was artfully applied, enhancing her natural beauty while maintaining an air of sophistication. A rush of emotions surged through me—admiration, love, and a deep, instinctive desire to protect her.I took a hesitant step forward, feeling a magnetic pull toward her, my arms instinctively opening wide, longing to envelop her in a warm embrace. Yet, just as I began to close the distance, a figure emerged from the shadows, severing our connection. Tristan, with his piercing gaze, stood before me, his expression a mix of anger and disdain."Xa
Xavier povAs we drew near to the imposing gates marking the boundary of Alpha Tristan's territory, the carriage gradually came to a halt. The heavy wooden gates loomed before us, flanked by guards who stood like sentinels, their arms crossed defiantly over their chests. A palpable tension hung in the air as one guard stepped forward, his weathered hand resting deliberately on the hilt of his sword, a clear warning. “What brings you to Alpha Tristan's pack?” he growled, his voice low and gravelly.I leaned slightly out of the carriage, allowing my gaze to meet his with a calm resolve. “We come to offer our condolences. The loss of Alpha Tristan is a sorrow that echoes throughout the land,” I replied, my tone smooth and deliberate, like the gentle rippling of silk.Though the guard’s expression remained stoic, I caught a fleeting glimmer of curiosity in his steely eyes, a sign that my words had struck a chord. “You’re the Rogue King,” he stated firmly, yet with an edge of calculation.
Aria povI threw open the heavy wooden door, my heart racing with each hurried step. The tension in the air was palpable as Tristan’s deep voice reverberated through the stone halls, igniting a surge of possessiveness within me. How dare he come here, striding in and demanding to know about Xavier? My feet moved instinctively, carrying me swiftly down the dimly lit corridor, my long hair cascading behind me like a dark river.As I rounded the corner, our eyes locked, and time seemed to freeze. Tristan’s gaze was fierce, a storm of warning and frustration brewing within his deep-set eyes. Still, I refused to flinch or look away; I met his intensity head-on. I took a steadying breath, the weight of the moment pressing down on me, and shouted, "Don’t you dare hurt him!" My voice ricocheted off the cold stone walls, a challenge that hung in the air between us, thick with unspoken tension.He advanced a step toward me, the menace in his low growl sending a shiver racing down my spine. "Ari
Xavier povI stood at the entrance of my building, the crisp morning breeze tousling my long, dark hair as I watched Asher hurry towards me, his urgency palpable against the stillness of the early hour. His footsteps beat a steady rhythm on the pavement, shattering the serene quiet, and when our eyes met, I sensed an intriguing blend of curiosity and caution in his gaze. Clutched tightly in his hand was a folded paper, its edges crisp and pristine, sealed with a deep crimson wax stamp that bore the intricate emblem of the Moonlight Pack—Aria’s pack. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine, for it meant news from my mate, and with that came a rush of anticipation.Asher extended the paper toward me, his fingers brushing against mine for the briefest moment, igniting an unexpected spark between us. It was a fleeting connection, yet his eyes lingered on mine, a silent question lingering within their depths. I brushed aside the moment, focusing intently on the envelope and the potent