LOGINSera lets out a slow breath. “The bond formed the moment we met. We didn’t… pursue anything at first. Damon tried to avoid me for weeks.”
“Why?” I ask, my voice thin.
Damon looks away. “Because I was married to you.”
“And that mattered?” I whisper.
“It mattered to me,” Damon says. “More than you think.”
My throat tightens. “But not enough.”
He flinches.
Sera looks between us, uncomfortable. “This isn’t about choosing one woman over another. Fate is”
“I swear,” I interrupt, “if you say ‘fate’ one more time…”
She falls silent.
I breathe, steadying myself. “Why did the mark glow like that?”
Sera hesitates. “Because the child is awakening earlier than expected.”
I blink. “Awakening? What does that even mean?”
Damon runs a hand through his hair. “The child is not… ordinary.”
“Neither is the father,” Sera says softly.
Damon shoots her a warning look, but she continues.
“Your husband is an Alpha. A big one. His power runs deeper than anyone knows. And the mark responds to life inside me as it grows.”
I try to understand her words, but everything feels too heavy.
I whisper, “So you’re saying the child is already… sensing things?”
Damon nods. “Yes.”
“So it’s dangerous?” I ask.
Sera looks down at her stomach. “It can be.”
Damon steps closer to her protectively.
Something inside me twists again.
I say, “What did you mean by ‘a bloodline that should not exist’?”
Damon stiffens. “Aria…”
“No,” I say. “Tell me.”
He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them slowly.
“My family’s line is complicated. There are… skills routed deep in our blood that only appear under rare situations. An Alpha child with a fated mate may show signs earlier than normal.”
I try to stay steady. “And that’s what happened to Sera?”
He nods.
Sera talks again. “But that’s not the only reason it glowed.”
Damon’s eyes snap to her. “Sera.”
“She has a right to know.”
My breath catches. “Know what?”
Sera looks at me with a face I can’t read. Sadness? Fear? Something else?
“The mark reacted because of you too,” she says.
My heart stops. “What?”
Damon steps forward. “Sera, don’t.”
“He cannot deny it,” she continues softly. “The glow pulsed again when he looked at you. You felt the heat in the air, didn’t you?”
I think back. My skin tingles at the thought.
I say, “But why would it react to me?”
Sera’s voice drops to a whisper. “Because you carry something in your blood too.”
My pulse spikes. “I’m not part of any pack. I’m not”
“You don’t know what you are,” Sera says softly. “And Damon never asked.”
Damon swallows hard, avoiding my eyes.
I feel my anger rise again. “You knew something about me and didn’t tell me?”
“I wasn’t sure,” he says. “I still don’t know. But the way the mark responded… it means something.”
“Something like what?” I demand.
Sera answers before he can.
“It means you are not as human as you think.”
My breath catches.
“What?”
Her voice softens. “You felt the glow inside your chest, didn’t you? That pull. That heat.”
I step back slowly. “No… that can’t be…”
Damon finally speaks, voice low. “Aria. Something is happening to all three of us. And it’s connected.”
My head spins.
Sera suddenly gasps, putting a hand to her stomach again. The faint glow starts to appear.
Damon moves quickly. “Sera? What now?”
“Something’s changing,” she whispers. “It’s getting stronger.”
The glow brightens.
I step back, fear and shock mixing inside me.
Damon swears and turns toward me. “Aria, you need to leave. Now.”
“No,” I say. “Not until you tell me”
The glow bursts wildly.
Sera cries out.
Damon grabs her.
And then…
The light dashes across the room
fast, bright, like lightning and hits the wall beside me.I scream and hide my face.
When the light fades, Damon looks at me in fear.
“Aria,” he breathes. “Did it touch you?”
I look down at my face.
At my wrist.
A weak, impossible glow flashes once.
Then again.
Sera gasps. “Oh no… Damon… look.”
Damon steps closer, eyes wide, breath frozen.
“Aria,” he says. “Your skin… it’s glowing.”
“No,” I choke out. “No, that isn’t”
The light flickers one more time.
Soft.
Bright. Real.Sera says, frightened, “This should not happen. She should not be responding to our bond.”
Damon’s voice shakes. “Aria… something in you is waking up.”
My entire body trembles.
“What is happening to me?” I whisper.
Neither of them answers.
Then
a sharp knock shakes the door.A deep voice calls from the other side.
“Alpha Damon. You need to come now. The Council requires it. The link flash was too strong. They felt everything.”
Damon’s face drains of color.
Sera clutches his sleeve. “Damon, they cannot know about the pregnancy yet.”
He looks between usSera glowing softly, me trembling with a new light pulsing under my skin.
Fear flashes across his eyes.
Real fear.
“We are out of time,” he says.
Another knock. Louder. “Alpha. Open the door. Now.”
Sera’s breathing turns choppy. “Damon, what do we do?”
He looks at me.
My wrist glows again.
Damon’s eyes darken.
“Aria,” he says, voice breaking, “don’t panic. Whatever you do… don’t let them see your mark.”
I stare at him, horrified. “Why? What will happen?”
The door handle shakes wildly.
Sera says, “Because if they see it, they will kill you.”
The door cracks open.
Someone begins to step inside.
And Damon shoves me behind him just as the glow on my skin flashes brighter
showing the truth I am not ready to face.
Why is the Council willing to kill Aria if they see her glowing mark and what truth about her bloodline is Damon hiding?
I don’t trust him.The thought settles deep and steady, not loud, not frantic. Just true.Lucian watches me like he already knows that. Like he expects it.“You’re thinking too loudly,” he says.I cross my arms. “Then stop listening.”A corner of his mouth lifts. “If I could, I would.”I don’t look away. “You said there was another secret.”“Yes.”“And you waited.”“Yes again.”“Why?” I demand.“Because timing matters,” Lucian replies. “And you weren’t ready to hear it.”Anger sparks. “You don’t get to decide when I’m ready.”He steps closer, not invading, not retreating. “If I told you everything at once, it would have broken you.”“I don’t break,” I say sharply.His gaze sharpens too. “That’s why you survived.”I exhale. Slow. Controlled.“Say what you came to say,” I tell him.Lucian nods. “I want to train you.”I laugh, sharp and humorless. “Train me like a weapon?”“Like a leader,” he corrects.“I didn’t ask for this power.”“No,” he says. “But it asked for you.”I shake my head.
I don’t feel safe.The thought is clear. Calm. Heavy.Lucian watches me closely. Not like a guard. Not like a predator. Like a man waiting for a verdict.“You brought me here for answers,” I say. “Start talking.”He nods once. “You don’t waste time.”“I lost enough of it,” I reply.He places a folder in front of me. Thick. Old. Marked with symbols I recognize from my mother’s journals.My chest tightens. “You said you had proof.”“I do.”I haven't touched the folder yet.“Before I open that,” I say, “tell me why I should trust you.”Lucian leans back. His voice is steady. “Because I gain nothing from lying to you now.”“That’s not comforting.”“No,” he admits. “But it’s honest.”I opened the folder.The first page hits like a slap.Names. Dates. Agreements.My father’s name is there.Signed.My fingers tremble. “He never agreed to this.”Lucian watches my face carefully. “I know.”I flip the page. Another document. Another signature.“That’s his writing,” I whisper. “But it’s wrong.”
Something is wrong.The thought hits me before sound or movement. Before instinct even has a name for it. My skin tightens. My pulse sharpens. The hum inside me shifts from steady to alert.“This isn’t over,” I whisper.Lucian’s eyes flick to mine. “You feel it too.”I nod once. I don’t ask what *it* is. I already know.“They’re close,” I say. “Watching.”Lucian’s jaw tightens. “Then we move.”I take one stepAnd everything explodes into motion.Hands grab me. Rough. Fast. Silent.I twist without thinking. My body reacts before my mind catches up. Heat surges through my veins. Gold light flashes.A body hits the floor.I freeze.“What did I just do?” I whisper.Lucian doesn’t answer. He’s already moving.Another figure lunges. Masked. Large. Familiar in the way danger always is.I don’t scream.I strike.My fist connects. The impact shocks me. Not pain. Power.The wolf stumbles back, stunned.“I didn’t know I could do that,” I breathe.Lucian shouts, “Don’t think. Feel.”I do.Everyth
I refuse to run this time.The thought steadies me as soon as it forms. It settles deep in my chest, heavier than fear, stronger than doubt. I have spent too many years reacting. Too many years being guided, protected, hidden.Not anymore.The files Damon tried to keep from me replay in my mind. The words final key. The way his voice shook when he said my bloodline had been sealed.Not destroyed. Sealed.That means it can be opened.I follow the pull without questioning it. I know where to go. I always have. I just never trusted the feeling before.My mother’s estate has been silent for years. Empty. Preserved. Untouched by choice, not neglect. I asked once why we never sold it. My father said some places are not meant to be cleared out. They are meant to wait.I finally understand what he meant.“My parents didn’t lie,” I whisper to myself. “They prepared.”The entrance gives way easily, like it recognizes me. That alone sends a chill through my spine.I step inside and stop.Not bec
I will not wait this time.“You owe me the truth.”The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. They sound calm, but they are not. They are sharp. They are heavy. They have been waiting too long.Damon turns slowly, like he already knows this moment is coming. His face is controlled. Too controlled. That alone makes my chest tighten.“You shouldn’t have listened to him,” he says. “Lucian is dangerous. He feeds on doubt. He twists old stories until they look like weapons.”I let out a breath that almost became a laugh. Almost.“Funny,” I say, my voice low. “Because the doubt was already there. He didn’t plant it. You did.”His jaw tightens. I know that look. I have seen it during board meetings. During pack disputes. When he chooses power over softness.“I’m trying to protect you,” he says.I step closer. Not touching him. Not yet.“No,” I say. “You’re trying to control the story.”Silence stretches between us. Not peaceful. Not calm. It presses against my ears.“I heard you,” I co
Damon steps forward, voice low.“Don’t listen to him. He’s twisting facts. He always does.”Lucian lets out a soft laugh. “Facts? You think the truth bends because you glare at it?” His eyes shift to me. “Your family had power. Influence. A heritage older than any Alpha line. And it vanished overnight. Do you ever wonder why, Aria?”My heart pounds.I speak slowly. “Everyone said it was an accident.”“Everyone,” Lucian says, “because someone controlled the story.”Damon snaps, “Enough.”But Lucian continues, voice sharp and steady.“He is the one who burned it down.”My breath leaves me all at once.Like someone hit me in the chest. Hard.Damon steps closer. “Aria, look at me. I didn’t break anything.”Lucian lifts a brow. “You destroyed everything.”My voice breaks. “Stop talking in riddles. Tell me what you mean.”Lucian answers without doubt. “He ruined your family’s legacy to protect his own.”I want to scream. My thoughts battle until the inside of my brain feels raw.“Explain,”







