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 – 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’t always show up on skin.And silence.The kind that stretches deep and wide between two people who love each other too much to speak first.That’s how Xavier looked tonight, as he sat across the fire from me—like a man trying not to fall apart under the weight of everything he couldn’t say.But he stayed.Gods, he stayed.And it should’ve been enough. Should’ve made my heart settle instead of thudding like a war drum every time he looked away, every time the flames threw shadows across his face and I saw the crown that might’ve been sitting just behind his eyes.He’s still thinking about it.Still chasing it in his mind even as his body stayed here—on our dirt, with our people, and the chil
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 Tristan now sat empty.Waiting.Calling.And I felt it.That pull.Like my blood was no longer content to stay still. Like it remembered its home.I stood with my arms crossed, boots planted firmly in the dirt as if to anchor myself. The wind pulled at the edges of my coat, and Aria just stood there across from me—arms wrapped around herself, eyes hard and glinting with something close to fear.“I have to go,” I said finally, the words cracking the silence like thunder.“No, you don’t,” she shot back instantly, sharp and sure, like the idea alone was a sin.I stepped forward. “Aria—”“No,” she snapped, louder this time. “Don’t say it again. Don’t you dare say you need to go there. Not after ev