Reborn for the Lycan king

Aria’s POV I couldn’t breathe.The rope bit into my wrists, coarse and soaked with the sweat of my panic. I struggled against it, gasping, my stomach aching with every movement.“Dear moon goddess, please save me. Please save my baby.” I muttered under my breath, staring at the man I had sacrificed my whole life for. “Please,” I whispered, choking on the word. “Darren, you don’t have to do this. Please…”He stood in front of me, all sharp angles and dead eyes, the man I had loved since I was sixteen. The man who once kissed my scars and told me the moon would never rise if it meant hurting me.My husband. He was just watching me die with a smirk on his lips. “Enough of the whimpering, Luna,” he said, his voice smooth like silk stretched over broken glass. “Can you stop crying? You’re embarrassing yourself.” He said casually like he hadn’t tied me to a chair and set a fire underneath it. And beside him, stood Elara. My best friend. My sister in everything but blood. Her auburn

Alpha Eros I hadn’t left the Shadow Court in twenty years.So when I stepped into his room that morning, my cousin Ronan nearly dropped his coffee.“You’re kidding,” he said, staring at me like I’d grown a second head. “You’re actually going to step out of this pack just because of a dream you had?”He asked, but I didn’t respond.He leaned forward, elbows on the table, grinning like a kid. “So, is she even real?” “Who?” I asked as though I didn’t know who he was talking about. “The mystery girl from your dream?”He pressed. “You’re impossible! You have had visions your whole life, and ignored every single one, but this one? A lady in a wedding dress, and suddenly you want to go look for her?”“It’s way more than you can understand,” I said quietly and he went still.“In the vision,” I continued, “She was in white dress, standing in a temple. But she wasn’t happy. She was shaking. Like she didn’t want to be there. Like something was terribly wrong.”I remembered her eyes, they wer

Aria’s POVI stood there, frozen.There, under Darren’s bed, half-hidden in the shadows, was a small wooden box. The lid had slipped open just enough for me to see what was inside.Vials. Dark liquid. Powdered herbs. And a letter with strange symbols scratched across it.My chest tightened, what was he doing with all that? How come I didn’t see it in my past life?This obviously wasn’t any medicine. There were analgesics herbs. So he intentionally stabbed himself and took these herbs in order to ease the pain while he tried to deceive me?The nerves of this man!Darren groaned beside me, clutching his stomach, his voice breaking like he was on death’s door. “Aria… don’t leave me… I did this because I can’t live without you…”But I wasn’t looking at him anymore. I was staring at that box.Eros followed my gaze, his sharp eyes narrowing. In one smooth move, he grabbed it and pulled it out into the open.The room went still.“What is this?” Ronan demanded, his voice low and dangero

Aria’s POVThe herbalist’s chamber smelled of crushed roots and bitter smoke. Darren lay stretched out on the bed, his shirt torn open, bandages wrapped clumsily around his waist. I wished the herbalist didn’t bother, I wished he let him die from bleeding. But on another thought, his life is mine to take. “It’s closing already…” the old herbalist whispered in awe, running a wrinkled hand over Darren’s stomach. “I’ve never seen a wound knit this fast, not even on a strong wolf.”I narrowed my eyes. Of course it was healing. He had planned it that way. He stabbed himself, then tucked away herbs strong enough to dull the pain and push his body to mend quicker. How would he not heal when all his plans were to use my child’s blood for a Ritual in the future? To claim my pack and kill me?But Still, Darren groaned like he was at death’s door. His face twisted, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking. But I noticed something no one else seemed to; his tremors weren’t from pain. They were

Aria’s pov The change in her was instant, and the goofy playful Elara was gone. Her face hardened, her eyes flashing with sudden heat. She jerked the bag back so fast the strap snapped tight against her shoulder.“Why would you do that?” she hissed, her voice sharp enough to cut stone. “Why would you do that to him after everything he has done for you?”I froze. Her words struck like a slap.“What?” I whispered, “What are you talking about?”She adjusted her bag, “why would you do that to Darren? Are you so desperate to be with a lycan king that you treat a good man that has shown you nothing but love like that?” Her voice was rising now, her eyes red with rage. “What are you…” “You heard me!” Her voice rose, echoing down the hall. She stepped closer, anger spilling out of her like wildfire. “After everything, every gift, every word, every moment he gave you, how could you betray him like that? And worst still, on your wedding day, Aria. In front of everyone. Do you know what th