Aria’s POV
The long dining table gleamed under the golden chandelier light, the silverware perfectly lined up, the aroma of roasted meat and spiced vegetables filling the air. The laughter and emotions from earlier still lingered, but the atmosphere shifted as we all sat down to eat.
My Father insisted that Mason sit at the head of the table. Since he is the chairman of the Federation and technically the Alpha of all alphas. His presence is commanding without effort.
Julian took a seat beside him, silent but sharp-eyed, as if cataloging everyone’s reactions. My parents, Emily and Alexander, sat across from me, with Aunt Katarina at their side. Cecil sat next to me, her hand brushing mine under the table to reassure me, though I could feel her nerves as much
Aria’s POVIt was only a week before Cecil and Jacob’s wedding, and I could only pray that this strange sickness would leave my body before then. My days had been consumed by the company, long hours that left me drained, but I’d been diligent—taking vitamins, eating well, forcing myself to keep pace with the demands pressing in from all sides. And yet, something inside me was off. My body betrayed me with weakness I couldn’t understand.Even my wolf, usually sharp and fierce, was of no help. 'It will pass,' she kept murmuring, her voice distant in the back of my mind. 'Just rest. Give it time.'But rest hadn’t worked. The symptoms lingered, strange and unsettling, gnawing at my strength. I tried to listen when my parents and even Mason insisted I take days off, and so I had. Three whole days of quiet, of trying to recover. Still, the unease clung to me like shadows that refused to scatter.“Wow, Cecil wasn’t exaggerating. You look awful.”Sam’s voice met me as soon as I stepped into
“Who the hell do you think you are?!” Elliot roared, his voice echoing through the marble corridor, thick with rage and humiliation. His eyes blazed as he straightened, still leaning on Yousef’s support, his pride burning hotter than the pain in his body.Jacob’s gaze cut through him like a blade, cold and unflinching. His stance was calm, yet the raw dominance that rippled from him was enough to still the air. “I already told you,” he said, his voice low and edged with lethal certainty. “I’m Cecil’s husband. And understand this—her friends are my friends. Her enemies…” His lips curved into a sharp, dangerous smile. “…become mine. So be very careful, Elliot.”The words hit heavier than a threat. They rang like a warning etched in stone. Elliot felt the weight of them, but Jacob didn’t linger for his reaction. Instead, he turned away, his arm naturally finding its place around Cecil’s waist, drawing her closer. Aria walked on his other side, still catching her breath, her pulse racing
The meeting concluded without further opposition, sealing Aria’s position as the acting CEO. Her confidence and clear outline of her vision left the shareholders with little ground to question her authority. The weight of the role had fallen upon her shoulders, but she carried it with grace and fire, just as Mason knew she would.While Mason and Julian had departed earlier for an urgent Federation matter, Jacob and Cecil chose to remain at Aria’s side. They lingered in the polished corridors of Harper Group Holdings, ensuring she wasn’t left alone amidst lurking dangers while other shareholders approached Aria to congratulate her.Moments later, Jacob’s phone vibrated insistently. He glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowing, and excused himself with a nod before striding away to answer.The timing couldn’t have been worse. Elliot, who had been watching like a predator from the shadows of the hall, seized the opportunity. His steps were heavy, his aura sharp and suffocating as he
Monday arrived with a storm brewing. Not in the skies, but in the hearts of those who had gathered for what would become one of the most decisive meetings in the history of Harper Group Holdings—or maybe even the whole federation of the eighteen packs in the country.The conference hall was grand, its walls lined with marble columns and chandeliers that reflected the glow of the late morning sun. Chairs and tables spread across the large hall, occupied by thirty-five shareholders accompanied by the secretaries and executive assistants—men and women whose decisions could determine the survival or downfall of the Harper legacy.They were called there by the administration to tackle three major agenda:The official re-opening of the company and its partner foundation.Welcoming of the new shareholders.The CEO delegation, while Alexander Harper cannot perform his duties yet.The tension was suffocating, yet electric.And at the front, sitting with an infuriating calmness, was Elliot Rigg
Aria’s POVThe long dining table gleamed under the golden chandelier light, the silverware perfectly lined up, the aroma of roasted meat and spiced vegetables filling the air. The laughter and emotions from earlier still lingered, but the atmosphere shifted as we all sat down to eat.My Father insisted that Mason sit at the head of the table. Since he is the chairman of the Federation and technically the Alpha of all alphas. His presence is commanding without effort.Julian took a seat beside him, silent but sharp-eyed, as if cataloging everyone’s reactions. My parents, Emily and Alexander, sat across from me, with Aunt Katarina at their side. Cecil sat next to me, her hand brushing mine under the table to reassure me, though I could feel her nerves as much
Aria’s POVThe look on my parents’ and Aunt Katarina’s faces was priceless. Their eyes widened, lips parted, and for a moment, it was as if the world had stopped spinning. Beside me, Cecil caught my gaze, and we almost burst into laughter, biting it back at the sheer shock written all over their faces.They all blinked rapidly, like their minds couldn’t quite catch up with what they had just heard. Then, slowly, their gazes shifted from Mason to me… and then to the maids who stood frozen nearby, all of them holding their breaths as though they too had been struck by lightning.“Mate? Family?” My mother finally found her voice, though it was barely a whisper.My father’s tone was sharper, demanding clarity. “Who is your fated mate, Chairman?”Before I could answer, Mason stepped closer—his presence swallowing the air around us. My heart hammered as he reached for my hand, his touch both possessive and reverent. He lifted it slowly until his lips brushed against the back of it. The war