LOGINAria died as the weak sister — the quiet girl everyone ignored, the one her family used as a pawn, and the one her perfect sister betrayed without blinking. But fate wasn’t done with her. Aria returns from death as something forbidden: a hybrid with power strong enough to terrify witches, vampires, and werewolves alike. Her magic is unstable, her temper is worse, and her new life comes with one tiny problem… The ruthless Alpha of the BloodMoon Pack takes one look at her and decides she’s his. Not her sister. Not the girl he was arranged to marry. Her. Aria wants revenge, not romance. The Alpha wants her, not her excuses. Her sister wants her dead (again). And the supernatural world wants to know what, exactly, she has become. Too bad Aria has no intention of answering anyone. Between hiding her dangerous powers, surviving the Alpha’s obsessive attention, and trying not to accidentally blow up the pack house when she gets annoyed, Aria discovers something worse than betrayal: The Alpha is not just drawn to her… He’s bound to her. Dark secrets, deadly attraction, sharp humor, and explosive chemistry collide as Aria fights for her second life — and the Alpha who refuses to let her go.
View MoreThird Person POV (Witches’ Coven) The witches’ sanctuary lay hidden deep within the forest, built into the earth and protected by ancient wards. Runes carved into the walls gave off a faint glow, and low-burning fires lit the chamber in shifting colors. The coven was already gathered. At the far end of the chamber, the acting queen sat on her obsidian throne, watching over them in silence. The High Seer stood near the center, surrounded by a small circle of witches, preparing for the night’s readings. Everything was calm. Until it wasn’t. A sudden surge of magic tore through the sanctuary. It hit without warning. The wards shook. The flames flickered violently. The air turned heavy. Several witches gasped. Some dropped to their knees, clutching their chests as the force passed through them. The circle broke instantly. The High Seer staggered but caught herself, her grip tightening on her staff. Across the chamber, the acting queen did not move. She felt it. Every bit o
Aria's POV The pack house is quiet. Damon sleeps beside me, his breathing steady, his arm resting lightly over me. His warmth should calm me, but it doesn’t. Sleep doesn’t come easily. Every time I close my eyes, I’m back there. The night I died. I’m standing in the middle of it again. I can’t move. They’re all here—my family. My mother doesn’t look at me the way she used to. There’s nothing in her eyes. My father stands beside her, silent as always. Like I'm not their daughter Lilith steps forward. She’s smiling. “You were never meant to lead, Aria,” she says. “You were meant to fall.” My throat tightens. “Why?” I ask. “Why did you abandon me?” No one answers. My mother looks away. My father says nothing. My brother finally speaks. “Because you were weak.” The words hit harder than anything else. Before I can react, Lilith moves. The blade goes into my chest. I feel it all over again. “You were powerless,” she says quietly. “And powerless things
Lyanna's POV The corridors of the fortress feel colder than I remember. My footsteps echo against the stone as I walk, each step taking me farther from him—but not far enough. The air here hasn’t changed. It still carries that same stillness, that same quiet pressure that settles into your chest if you stay too long. I used to find comfort in it. Now, it feels suffocating. I mocked him. I taunted him. But every word hurt me just as much. I saw it in his eyes when I spoke—anger, pride, something darker beneath it. But he didn’t see mine. He thinks I hate him. He thinks I came to gloat. The truth is simpler. I came because I still love him. And that hasn’t changed. I rest my hand against the wall and close my eyes. The stone is cold beneath my palm, grounding me in a way nothing else can. For a moment, I let myself breathe. But it doesn’t help. I can still feel the way he grabbed my wrist. The strength behind it. The anger in his voice when he spoke to me like I was nothing m
Valerius Draxus POVThe chamber is quiet again.But not empty.Her voice is still there.I should ignore it. Let her walk out and stay gone. That’s how it used to be.But Lyanna has never followed rules. Not mine. Not anyone’s.The doors open again.I don’t turn immediately. I already know who it is.“You’re still thinking about it,” she says as she steps inside.I look at her. “You came back.”She leans against the doorway like she hasn’t been gone at all. Like she still belongs here.“I wasn’t finished,” she says. “You don’t get to lose like that and end the conversation.”My expression hardens. “Say what you came to say.”She pushes off the door and walks in, slow, deliberate. No hesitation.“The great King,” she says, glancing around at the damage, “brought down by a Luna.”I take a step toward her. “Careful.”She doesn’t stop.“You hate hearing it,” she adds. “That’s how I know it matters.”I move closer, circling her slightly. “Why are you here, Lyanna?” I ask. “To talk, or jus
Lilith POV My fingers trembled as i broke the royal seal,my eyes gleamed with triumph as i read the Queen Luna's words aloud. “You are summoned to the pack house,” i whispered, my smile curling. “The Queen herself has called me.” My mother gasped, tears filling her eyes. “At last! They see your
Aria — POVWalking beside Damon felt like walking next to a thundercloud with muscles.He was silent.Focused.Annoyed.Probably plotting how to tie me to a chair so I’d stop running.Meanwhile, I was thinking about food.“Do you have bread?” I asked.Damon blinked. “Bread?”“Yes. Or meat. Or somet
Lilith — POVI didn’t cry on the way to my room.I refused to.Crying was for weak girls.Girls like Aria.Not me.I kept my chin high, my steps sharp, my face cold. I walked through the house like a queen returning from war — even though I’d lost.But the moment I stepped into my room and shut the
Aria — POVI left the garden with Luna Selene’s words echoing in my head like a heartbeat I didn’t know how to quiet.You are not a mistake.You are chosen.Your power is awakening.It should have made me feel strong.It should have made me feel hopeful.It should have made me feel… something good.






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