MasukAaron’s POVMy palms settled on either side of her, caging her in. And her scent, sweet and warm, hit me like a physical force. It flooded my lungs, my blood, my head.“Still think I’m flattering you?” I murmured.Her fingers pressed against the wall. She tried to play it cool, but her pulse was racing. And you see, I loved that. I loved the way she squirmed when I leaned in closer, like she could not decide whether to push me away or pull me closer.I dipped my head, my lips brushing her ear. “Say it,” I whispered. “Say you know how beautiful you are.”She shivered, and it took everything in me not to kiss her right then. Her lips parted, her eyes lifted to meet mineAnd then her phone rang.We both froze. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved.“Are you going to take that?” I finally forced myself to ask.She blinked, like she had forgotten where she was, then let out a nervous laugh and slipped out from under my arm. “It’s my mom,” she said, already scrambling for her phone.Of cours
AARON’S POVThe second Angela slipped inside to change, the porch grew quiet. Far too quiet. Honestly, my wolf was on edge, and the silence only made everything feel heavier. After the day we had, I needed some kind of noise.Well, I could not put it off any longer. I pulled out my phone, let out a breath I had not realized I was holding, and dialed James. I had been waiting for his update all day. My mind kept circling back to that rogue, the one who tried to ruin my wedding day. Something about him did not sit right with me. You know when you get a feeling in your gut that things do not add up.Rogues always break. Fear and pain usually make them talk. They do not have loyalty. It is all about survival.So why was this one different. The phone rang once. Twice.Then James’s voice came through, low and strained. “Alpha.”“What is the status.” I asked, already bracing for it.There was a pause. The kind that tells you everything you need to know before a single word is spoken.“He is
JULIUS’S POVI shoved the door so hard it rattled the whole frame, the sound ringing through the empty house like it was mocking me. My chest was rising and falling too fast, fists tight, nails cutting into my palms. All day… honestly, all damn day, I had been tailing them like some obsessed lunatic.Watching them walk around town like a freshly married couple. Watching her smile at him like he had hung the moon. Watching that bastard touch her, graze his hand along her back, curl his fingers around hers like he had any right. But the part that really ate at me was the fact that he was still breathing.Every man I sent to stop that stupid wedding, every fighter loyal enough to die for me, gone. Not one came back. No bodies. No calls. No explanation at all. Just nothing. Like they were wiped out before they even had the chance to swing.I stalked across the room, too wound up to sit, every thought pouring gasoline on the fire under my ribs.Who was Aaron? Seriously, who survives a perf
Angela’s POVAfter a bit, I ducked into the fitting room with an armful of clothes. The first pair of jeans fit perfectly, and the soft beige sweater hugged me in just the right way. When I stepped out to check the mirror, Aaron looked up from his phone.He blinked once, then twice. “Yeah,” he said, his voice a little rough. “That’s the one.”I raised an eyebrow. “You said that about the last outfit, too.”“That’s because they all look good on you,” he said, and I swear I saw the faintest blush creeping up his neck.I laughed, shaking my head. “You are terrible at this, you know that?”“At what?”“Shopping.”He shrugged and stepped a little closer. “Maybe. But I know what I like.”The way he said it made my breath catch. For a second, I completely forgot we were in a store.“All right,” I said, maybe a little too quickly, turning back to the mirror. “I’ll take this one. And maybe two more tops.”Of course, by the time we were done, he had carried every bag to the counter before I coul
ANGELA’S POVAfter breakfast, Aaron leaned back in his chair and gave me that look. You know the one, that easy, relaxed smile of his that melts me every single time. Honestly, it’s not even fair.“Ready to go get you some clothes?” he asked.I wiped my mouth with a napkin, feeling that familiar shyness creep back in. “You really don’t have to do this, Aaron. You’ve done more than enough for me already.”Before I could even finish, he was up and tossing some cash on the table. “I know I don’t have to,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “I want to.”You see, that sentence? It hit me way deeper than it probably should have. I mean, when was the last time someone did something just because they wanted to, for me?I followed him out, shaking my head. “Well, I’m paying you back the second I get a job. I mean it.”He just chuckled and held the door open. “You can try,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “But I probably won’t take it.”“Then you’re making this whole thing reall
ANGELA’S POVYou know, the drive into town was actually… peaceful. It was that nice, easy kind of quiet, you know? The kind that just feels steady. I watched the trees slowly get replaced by little shops, their windows all warm and glowing in the morning light. And I’ll admit, I kept sneaking little glances at Aaron. He looked so relaxed behind the wheel, one hand propped against the window frame, the other just resting on the wheel.Well, we pulled up to this small restaurant tucked away at the edge of town. Honestly, it was kinda charming, with ivy crawling up the stone walls. The second we got out of the car, I noticed a few people on the street giving us looks. I didn’t think much of it until we walked inside.Then, everything just… stopped.Aaron moved a little closer, his hand a warm, steady pressure on my back. I looked up at him, and that’s when I saw it. The look in his eyes was sharp. Protective, even. Like he was already braced for something.And then I saw why.It was like







