Five Alphas, One Destiny

Aria’s POV. I spun around, heart thundering in my chest.I turned at the speed of lightning, ready to strike whoever had made my heart almost jump out of my chest and mouth, but there was no one behind me. Nothing but the shadows of the trees and the eerie silence that seemed too loud. But I knew—I heard it. Felt it.Why were there so many strange things happening tonight?The early morning of my birthday for that matter?I staggered backward toward the front door of the house, reaching for the knob with shaking fingers while my eyes still scanned the area for any sign of threat whatsoever. My entire body was on edge, still rattled from the strange pull of the moon and the searing pain in my collarbone.I flung the door open and stepped inside—A hand slammed against the door, stopping me.I knew, without being told, that the hand didn’t belong to Ella, my foster mother.I screamed, trying to force the door closed, but the hand was unmovable—solid, massive, and radiating heat.“No,”

I didn’t expect the pack to be so… strange.The house they took me to looked more like a fortress—solid stone walls with massive doors, warm lights, and the faintest scent of smoke and pine in the air. “Alisha, take her to her room,” Kael instructed one young woman the moment we got into the mansion. Without a word and just a bow of her head to the man who instructed her, the woman gestured at me to follow her. I did as she instructed and walked behind her as we passed the darkened hallway, the numerous locked doors, the multiple men and women loitering around the house, and finally the library. I was about to ask her where exactly we were going when she stopped at another batch of rooms. Pointing to one of them, she spoke. “This is your room, Miss.” She shrugged, then turned to me. “If you need anything, you can ask any of us that you see around. Or any of the Alphas.” She added. Pointing to the rooms one after the other, she named which one belonged to each of the men that forced

Aria’s POVFor the rest of the night, sleep was a stranger to me. Not once did my eyes close. The memory of Lucien’s hands around my throat had me in a vise, stealing my breath long after his grip was gone. My mind wouldn’t stop racing, spinning through all the different endings that might have played out if Jarl hadn’t walked in at that exact moment.A sob tore through me, loud in the silence of my room. I hissed, furious with myself, and swiped at the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. It was useless. More came, relentless, slipping past my defenses no matter how often I wiped them away.How had I ended up in this mess? My life—my very existence—was dangling by a thread, entangled in secrets I didn’t understand. My heart ached as my thoughts drifted to Ella, my adopted mother. Was she coping? Did she think I’d abandoned her willingly, or could she somehow tell I’d been taken? Who would help her carry firewood now? Who would walk with her to the market?How was I supposed to survive

Aria's POV. The moment he released me, I let myself slump onto the stone. The pleasure was overwhelming, making me close my eyes to savour it. When I finally looked up, Kael had dressed himself back, his cock nowhere to be seen. The fresh memory of it in my mouth, his musky scent surrounding me and the glossy flesh when I was pulled away made my core pulse with heat again. I squeezed my thighs and tried to hold back a moan. My body ached and my legs felt too sticky to bear. Still, it seemed it was of no use. Kael perked up again, his face slipping down to my legs. Heat rushed to my cheeks and I tried to pull away when his hand gripped my ankles, pulling me back forcefully to him. “Don’t be shy.” My breath hitched as his low voice like a purr made shivers roll back up my spine. I nearly whimpered as he pulled in closely, nearly settling himself back between my thighs as his warm breath brushed the wetness. “The little pussy is still hungry for more, hm?” He hummed, “Don't lie. I

Within the shadows from the distance, I knew it was him solely by his hair and face, the rest of his body partly obscured. I remained frozen in place, shock and disbelief ripping through me. How long had he been watching? Had he seen me and Rian? He has been so quiet, meaning that there was a chance that he had. He didn't say a word, but his gaze felt piercing. A frisson of leftover fear melded with the complicated feelings surrounding me. His flowers remained forgotten in the garden. I hadn't carried them with me, lost in the wake of my encounter with Kane. Guilt came through me. “I…” Before I could say a word, the movement caught my eye stopping me. Trailing down, my breath hitched. It wasn't clear at first but through the darkness, I could see it. His hands, wrapped around something, moving furiously. I gasped. That was… There was no way to unsee it. His length, partially obscured, was grasped in his hands. The movement was furious even as the rest of his body remained sti