LOGIN“You breathe when I say you breathe. You look at me when I command it. You belong to me, Little Bird… body, soul, and every filthy thought in between.” Aria was born to be forgotten—an Omega with no name, no family, and no future. Beaten, broken, and sold by her pack to a slave auction, she swore she’d never submit again. Until he walked in. Damien Voss, the infamous Mafia Alpha whose name makes even kings tremble, bought her at a ridiculously high price—without blinking. To the world, he’s the devil in a designer suit. To Aria, he’s the monster who caged her, marked her… and awakened something inside her she can’t control. She hates him. She craves him. And the worst part? Her wolf wants him too. But when another Mafia boss whispers promises of freedom in her ear, Aria finds herself standing between two devils — one who wants to own her, and one who wants to use her. Her heart beats for the man she swore to destroy, and her body betrays her every time he whispers her name. “You can run, Little Bird,” Damien murmured, his hand closing around her throat, possessive and tender all at once. “But I’ll find you. And when I do, you’ll beg me to chain you again.” In a world ruled by blood, power, and secrets, love is the most dangerous sin. And Aria is about to find out that the devil doesn’t just want her submission— He wants her soul.
View MoreAria's POV Damien carried me to our bedroom without a word. His arms were steady even though I could feel the tension in his muscles, the exhaustion radiating from him.He set me down gently and stepped back, running a hand through his blood-matted hair."I need to clean up," he muttered.I wiped my eyes quickly and nodded. "Let me help."He looked at me for a moment, something flickering in his gaze, then he turned toward the bathroom.I followed.The water ran hot as I turned the shower on, steam quickly filling the space. Damien peeled off his torn, bloody shirt and tossed it aside. The wound on his shoulder was deeper than I thought, angry and raw."Sit," I said, pointing to the edge of the large tub.He raised an eyebrow but obeyed, lowering himself down with a slight wince he tried to hide.I grabbed a clean cloth and knelt beside him, wetting it under the warm water.When I pressed it to his shoulder, he hissed through his teeth."Sorry," I whispered."I've had worse," he sai
Aria's POV Damien carried me to our bedroom without a word. His arms were steady even though I could feel the tension in his muscles, the exhaustion radiating from him.He set me down gently and stepped back, running a hand through his blood-matted hair."I need to clean up," he muttered.I wiped my eyes quickly and nodded. "Let me help."He looked at me for a moment, something flickering in his gaze, then he turned toward the bathroom.I followed.The water ran hot as I turned the shower on, steam quickly filling the space. Damien peeled off his torn, bloody shirt and tossed it aside. The wound on his shoulder was deeper than I thought, angry and raw."Sit," I said, pointing to the edge of the large tub.He raised an eyebrow but obeyed, lowering himself down with a slight wince he tried to hide.I grabbed a clean cloth and knelt beside him, wetting it under the warm water.When I pressed it to his shoulder, he hissed through his teeth."Sorry," I whispered."I've had worse," he sai
Aria's POVDays went by.Damien trained me like I was preparing for war.He pushed harder than he did with any of his warriors. Harder than I thought was possible.Every morning, before the sun fully rose, he dragged me out of bed and onto the training grounds. Every night, I collapsed back into it bruised, exhausted, and furious.But stronger."Block!" he barked, coming at me with a strike that would've broken ribs if it landed.I twisted out of the way just in time, feeling the air whoosh past my side."Stop dodging and counter," he snapped."I'm trying!""Try harder."I snarled and lunged at him, aiming a punch at his jaw. He blocked it easily, grabbed my wrist, and twisted. Pain shot up my arm, and I dropped to one knee with a hiss."Predictable," he said coldly. "You telegraph every move."I yanked my wrist free and shoved him hard in the chest. He didn't budge."Maybe if you actually taught me instead of just beating the hell out of me, I'd get better," I snapped.His eyes flash
Aria's POVI woke before the sun.My body ached a little, my throat was raw from crying, and my chest still felt like it had been split open and left to bleed. But underneath all of that was something else.Anger.I was done. Done letting other people decide what happened to me. Done being some fragile thing everyone else had to protect or use or break.I sat up carefully, trying not to wake Damien. He was sprawled on his back beside me, one arm thrown over his head, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths.But I wasn't crying anymore.I slipped out of bed and grabbed a pair of leggings and a sports bra from the dresser. My hands shook a little as I tied my hair back, but I forced them steady.By the time Damien stirred, I was already lacing up my sneakers."What are you doing?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep."Getting ready," I said without looking at him."For what?"I turned and met his gaze head-on. "Training."He sat up slowly, frowning. "You're still recovering.""I






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