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Chapter Two
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2026-01-31 12:30:54
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His Father's Mate Chapter Thirty Seven
Aria's POV The photograph was cold in my hands even though the room was warm.I stared at the man's silver eyes, catching the light at an angle that made them almost luminous even in an old photograph, even through twenty years of fading and careful storage. The same angle. The same quality of light that I kept catching in mirrors at wrong moments and telling myself was stress or bad lighting or anything except what it obviously was.My mother was laughing in the photograph. Genuinely laughing with her head tilted back, one hand raised like she was mid-sentence about something that had gotten away from her. She looked young. Younger than I had ever seen her, even in the earliest memories I had of her before the illness took the softness out of everything. She looked like someone who hadn't learned yet that the world was going to ask very hard things of her.The man beside her wasn't touching her. They were just standing close. His profi
His Father's Mate Chapter Thirty Six
Aria's POV Damian was in the hallway when I came to find him.He was just standing at the tall window at the end of the corridor, one hand braced on the frame, looking out at the dark grounds silently. I stopped a few feet away."Rhea told me about Mara," I said.He turned from the window. His gray eyes moved over my face the way they always did. "How much did she tell you?""Enough." I crossed my arms. "That she was my mother's closest ally. That she helped compile the original hunter list." I paused. "That she's been in hiding for twenty years and apparently decided tonight was a good time to resurface and call my phone."Damian was quiet for a moment."She reached out to me once," he said. "Three years ago. She wanted to know if I'd found you." His jaw tightened slightly. "I told her you were safe and didn't need to be found."I stared at him. "You knew she existed.""I knew
His Father's Mate Chapter Thirty Five
Nova's POV The throw pillow was softer than anything I had ever owned.I knew this because I had been holding it for the past forty minutes under the pretense of having somewhere to rest my elbow, which was absolutely a legitimate reason to hold a pillow and had nothing to do with needing something to grip when Darius looked at me a certain way.I was aware this was not my most dignified moment.Aria had disappeared down the east hallway followed by Rhea twenty minutes ago. Damian had taken a call in his office and hadn't come back. Which meant Darius and I were alone in the sitting room with nothing between us except approximately four feet of Persian rug and the very careful distance we had both been maintaining since he arrived.Darius sat at the other end of the couch.He wasn't doing anything provocative. He was just sitting there with his forearms on his knees. His profile was sharp in the low lamp light, the lin
His Father's Mate Chapter Thirty Four
Aria's POV The voice from the phone call sat in my head the entire drive back to the villa.I kept replaying it against my will, the way it hadn't sounded threatening exactly but hadn't sounded safe either. “If you want to understand what you really are.”The words circled like something looking for a place to land.Outside the window the city was waking up slowly. Normal things. Human things. The kind of ordinary Tuesday world I had lived in my whole life before wedding dresses and bar kisses and glowing hands started rewriting everything I thought I knew about myself.Damian drove without speaking.I'd expected him to start arguments immediately. Instead he just drove, both hands on the wheel, jaw set, eyes forward. The villa gates opened as we pulled in. The morning light hit the stone facade and turned it gold for a moment before clouds shifted and took it back.He parked and turned off
His Father's Mate Chapter Thirty Three
Damian's POV The empty bed shouldn't have hit me as hard as it did.I had seen worse. Pack violence. Territory disputes that ended in body bags. Boardroom betrayals that cost men everything they'd spent decades building. I had learned early that attachment was a liability and sentiment was a slow poison for men who needed to make clean decisions.But the sound Aria made when she stepped into that room—Not a cry. Not a gasp. Just a small, quiet collapse of breath, like something load-bearing had given way inside her chest without warning.That sound did something to me I wasn't prepared for.I glanced through the room fast, the way I'd trained myself to do since I was twenty-two and learned that survival meant reading a scene before your emotions got to vote. Stripped bed, no struggle marks on the floor, no overturned furniture, no blood. The IV stand was positioned too neatly—someone had moved it deliberately, not kno
His Father's Mate Chapter Thirty Two
Aria's POV The glow was the first thing I noticed.Soft. Silver. Coming from my own hands.I stared at them in the dark of the archive room, fingers spread wide against my thighs, that cold light pulsing with my heartbeat like it had somewhere to be and was tired of waiting. The lanterns Rhea had lit earlier had burned down to almost nothing. The room was quiet except for Damian's steady breathing behind me, his arm still heavy across my waist, his chest warm against my back.My mother's journal lay open on the table. The last page I'd read before exhaustion finally dragged me under. Her handwriting blurred slightly in the low light in careful, slanted letters that looked too much like mine when I wrote fast and stopped caring about neatness.The blood must not fall into the wrong hands.I closed my fingers slowly. The glow faded. Not because I controlled it… more like it lost interest, retreating back under my skin li
His Father's Mate Chapter Six
At the Villa's guest wing, my suitcase sat untouched at the foot of the bed with its zipper still half-open from when I’d thrown things in earlier. The room was too big—high ceilings disappearing into shadow, dark wood floors polished until they reflected the faint moonlight coming through the wind
His Father's Mate Chapter Seven
ARIA I woke up like I’d fallen from somewhere high—heart racing, sheets twisted around my legs. For a second I didn’t know where I was. Then the thought settled in. Not my apartment. No traffic. No music through thin walls. No Nova pounding on my door because she’d forgotten her spare key again.
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