RONALD'S POV;
How was I to shatter every illusion she had in her head? What was I to tell her that the man whom she knew as a father was not her father but the same man who was responsible for the death of her biological father? I had to keep this secret from her because it was one thing I owed the man she knew as a father. It was the promise I made to him years ago, never to tell her and it was the same reason I couldn't help but reject her, knowing I couldn't let her know. It pained me to see her smile at others, even making me conscious of our age difference. Bringing Caroline into the picture was a way to caution myself to stay off Aria. Despite the rejection, I could still feel the connection we had, making me know our bond was yet to be fully broken. I wasn't going to be the one to tell her about this secret and neither was I prepared to. Though, I wasn't willing to admit the fact that I wished to build feelings between us first even if I wanted to tell this to her. In this case, she might eventually find it hard to leave me. It was a devilish plan but it couldn't be helped seeing as the young little girl I had only met once with little to no feelings had suddenly grown into a very attractive woman that almost sent me to my knees on that night. How was I to tell her I was the cause of the break up with her ex boyfriend because I had been too jealous to handle seeing her with anyone else? What mouth was I going to use to tell her I had drove for hours behind the taxi she had taken to the bar that night? The only thing I could do was push her away and pretend like she was just my niece and that we were related like she thought we were. Being a professor in this college as the one she had picked was no coincidence and I had carefully took my time planning all of this. "What are you thinking about? You seem so occupied," The ever purging scent of Caroline was like salt to my wounds and before my disgust became imminent on my face, I was quick to mask it with a smile that didn't quiet reach my eyes. How she had gotten into my office without knocking was no surprise and once again, I considered taking back the keys I had given her. In a calm voice, while tugging onto the top buttons of my shirt, I responded; "Just this and this." I was finding it hard to pretend about the effect of her presence. Having her this close to me was something I didn't like and yet, I had no choice but to deal with it because it was what I had gotten myself into from the moment I made that promise to my brother, the one Aria knew as her father, years ago. Caroline clicked her tongue, her tongue coming out to swipe at her lips, in what I knew was supposed to be a way of seducing me, and yet, there was the urge to cut out her tongue. The sound of her heels hitting harshly on the floor as she walked towards me were unpleasant to my ears and as best as I could, I kept the smile on my face. "I still can't believe an Alpha like you would stoop so low and become a college professor to all these brats," she finally said in her sultry voice, while her painted fingers came to rest at the top of my shirt I had left unbuttoned. Immediately, my mood took a drastic turn as I swiveled my chair to face her. "Reduce your voice. I don't want anyone knowing. There are a lot of ears around," was my only warning to her and it pleased me to see a flash of fear in her eyes. Rather than giving an answer to my warning, Caroline took it upon herself to lean slightly, exposing her cleavage to me. I was sure if it wasn't for the college's policy for the professors to put on corporate wears, Caroline would have been too pleased to wear a gown that exposed every part of her body. The more I thought about how I had first been lovestruck with her in the past years, blind to her behaviours, the more I felt immense pity and shame for myself. It hadn't been in my plan to use her but knowing she also had the same thing in mind was like catching two birds with one stone. At least, I didn't have to feel too guilty about it. "Sure Alpha. Do you mind if I help you out with what's bothering you?" Now, with her voice octaves lower than it had been, and her mouth opening slightly to blow out breeze on my exposed chest, Caroline asked. If it was up to Ryder, my wolf, he would be glad to throw her out the window without flinching. It was difficult to keep control over him, knowing he would only cause chaos. "Caroline, we're at work. Do you want to get into trouble?" Even as I said it, I realised how funny it was and from the way she stared at me with her eyebrows up in a questioning manner, it was obvious she had the same exact thoughts as I did. "Trouble? Even the VC of this college would be glad to offend you." Her hands headed straight for my pants zip after saying this. Immediately, I pulled both hands away, trying my possible best to keep my frown away. Though, Caroline hadn't questioned me about the rejection with Aria yesterday, I could tell her inquiries were just at the tip of her tongue and it was only a matter of time before she'd come throwing these questions at me. No sooner had I thought of this did Caroline burst into a boisterous and faked laughter, her hand on her mouth as if she was trying to hide something. "Is it because of that b*tch you're refusing to touch me against for the second time?" And then, I saw red as my claws extended, readily giving the reins to Ryder and allowing him to take over. My hands wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly while I brought my face close to hers. "Don't you dare call her that again. Do you hear me?" In a growl, I snapped at her. The fear on her face was like diamond in my eyes, filling me with immense satisfaction. This was why I was known as the Mad Alpha.ARIA'S POV; " Please, can we talk later? Do you promise to call me so we can talk? I'm so sorry about yesterday. I didn't know anything about those things that happened," another string of Damien's apology filtered into my ears for the tenth time that morning. Sleep had been so far from me throughout the night and sharing a room with my mother hadn't been pleasant due to her insistence on trying to get me to talk to her. At times like this, I wondered if she was being inconsiderate and not even giving me time to think about the shocking information I had only gotten to know about yesterday. As I made my way out of Damien's mansion with my luggage in tow, and only one place in mind for me to head to, I ignored Damien who kept trying to talk to me. Call me petty but knowing his parents had a hand in the misfortune of my father and if worse, his miserable death was all shades of angering. Knowing I'd possibly have no choice but to listen to him sooner or later or have hi
ARIA'S POV; I stepped into Damien's room, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. Every bit of confidence I had before stepping into his home crumpled in an instant. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was determined to learn. Damien closed the door behind me and gestured to the pole in the center of the room. "Okay, first things first, we need to get you comfortable with the pole." I was glad there was no form of talk or awkward discussion and we were just going to get right into it. I nodded, my eyes fixed on the shiny metal rod. Damien walked over to me and handed me a pair of high heels. "Put these on. You'll need to get used to dancing in them." I took the shoes and slipped them on, feeling the familiar click of the heels on the floor. Damien nodded in approval. "Good. Now, let's start with some basic moves." I was glad I had chosen to put on a trouser and a crop top before coming here and to avoid me being in an awkward situation. I pulled off my jacket, handin
Aria's pov; "Look me in the eyes and say all you just said now and I promise I'd let you go and would never appear in your sight again," said Ronald, tightening his hand around while but the seriousness in his voice and the air being thick with tension was the only thing that reminded me not to push this further than I already have. I didn't have to turn to look at him to know he was dead serious and this itself was like being monitored and my hands being tied together, unable to do a thing. "Aria, look me in the eyes and say all you just said again and I swear it, I'll let you go," said Ronald for the second time in all seriousness. My hand which I was just about to pull out of his remained frozen, different thoughts and scenarios running through my head. There were only two ways to this thing. If I truly wanted him out of my life and only claimed him to be a buyer, then by all means, I ought to let him go. Instead, I couldn't find myself doing that and it was as if I co
ARIA'S POV; I've always had a thing with laying on the bed and then closing my eyes, fully aware of my surroundings. As best as I could, it was a coping mechanism of shutting myself out from the things I had to face after waking. The smell of disinfectant and drugs hadn't been familiar since the past month when I didn't have to visit my father in the hospital again. I let my eyes remain closed, only letting my ears do the work of figuring out our surroundings and my nose also do a bit of work. Aside the strong smell of disinfectant, there was the scent of Ronald. My stomach flipped just strong fingers I knew belonged to him gently squeezed mine. The last time I had seen him was when he had waved me off to the club and Caroline asking him about an adoption he was yet to tell her. Curious as to what he was going to say while I pretended to be asleep, I laid unmoving, letting his hand squeeze mine in reassurance while trying not to react to the spark between us. There
ARIA'S POV;I walked through the school gates, feeling a mix of emotions. It happened to be my first day back after the accident, and I was nervous about seeing everyone again, not knowing whether the news had spread already.My mind went back to the brief meeting I had with the dean of my faculty earlier this morning. It was a letter reminding me about the part of my tuition fee I had to pay. “Aria Marblemaw, opportunities like this are rare. So, I suggest you try to meet up as best as you can. The college has helped you enough to the best of its abilities and now, you'll have to do the same,” the dean had said to me and every one of her words hit a certain part of me that had pushed me into picking this college and coming here in the first place, far away from home. Thankfully, my mother had gone back home, leaving me to continue my job back at the club but unlike before where the profit had seemed enough, now, I became aware of how behind I was. As I made my way to my lecture ha
KHALEESI’S POV; Darkness slowly carried me and I willingly let it, too weak to fight against it. Shadows floated above me and I fought for my consciousness, hoping to bring myself out of whatever state this was. Forcing my eyes open, I closed them back immediately, trying to get used to the sudden brightness that almost blinded me. I forced them open again, only to see shadows swimming at the edges of my vision, their hands stretching out to me as if asking me to come. Their hands were spread out towards me, inviting me and immediately, I tried to force my eyes open. “Ah!” With a loud gasp, i sat up on the bed, my eyes flew open, my back cold with sweat and a creepy feeling crawling up my spine. The cold that slowly washed over me was none like no other and the odd scent of burning wood happened to wake my senses. Staring around me, the first thing that came in sight was a small traditional pot with a small fire burning at the middle. Slowly, I let my eyes roam towards the