LOGINDamon POV
I watched Arya fall to the ground and our last words whispered as a threat to the Blood Moon Alpha. I couldn't help but smile before finally placing a distraction. I rushed towards her.
Victor got up from the ground and without waiting or hesitating, I raced out of the compound, running straight back to the Reaper's compound with her still unconscious in my hands. I suddenly felt so frightened, hoping she would wake. I tapped on her cheek with each step I took, but she was still blanked out. She seemed so pale, and her skin felt so weak.
I just hoped nothing goes wrong. She is just new to this world and she's already fighting different atrocities coming her way. I hoped she would be strong, feeling the bond between us. I knew she was someone I needed to keep by my side at every moment, and I planned on doing that for as long as possible.
I made my way straight into the compound and noticed the Council members and reapers still walking around as if they were not done with their discussion. They noticed I had brought her back. I slowly dropped her on the nearest sofa as they all glared at me angrily.
“What do you want me to do? I have to protect her. Don’t you know that she knows our secrets? She is clearly linked to something since I just found out her parents are her adopted family. So clearly, there’s something funny here. Are we going to just throw her away?”
I asked as they laughed.
“Clearly we will. She’s too dangerous; we have to kill her,” one of the council members said.
I gritted my teeth angrily and walked towards him, holding him in a chokehold.
“Don’t you ever open your mouth and say such atrocity to me ever again. I am not going to do anything to her. Touch her and I will burn your back to ashes,” I said to him before pushing him away, feeling even more angry.
I couldn’t believe I was trying to make them understand, but they kept acting so dumb to my words. I was not going to let them win this time around.
“Then what are you going to do? Keep her here. Keep her here for what? We wouldn’t be able to keep her safe. She doesn’t react to anything. She is not a human.”
“Then what is she? Huh?” he asked me.
At that moment, I remembered what I heard earlier.
“She was a prophecy,” I muttered as the council members all laughed.
“Really? A prophecy is really happening right now? You really think she is important? She is just going to be a delay, something that is going to shift you from what you are meant to concentrate on,” they continued.
“It’s enough, all of you. I called you guys here because I had a situation I could not deal with, and now I have found a way. Aria is my mate,” I said.
Most of them gasped in shock.
“What did you just say? Aria your mate. It makes no sense. Stop saying bizarre things because you don’t have a choice.”
I looked at him angrily.
“No, I don’t say bizarre because I don’t have a choice. I have a choice, and clearly, it still stays the same: Aria is my mate, not because I decided it or because it was my choice, but because it’s by bond,” I added.
Then one of the council members stood up from his chair and walked towards me.
“Am I the only one being confused here or don’t I understand? If she is your mate by bond, what is she? You can only be mated to a wolf. Does that mean that she’s a wolf and she has not realized it yet?” he asked.
“I don’t know and I don’t care about any of that.”
I then turned to one of the maids.
“Take her to my chambers,” I instructed.
They wasted no time in carrying her straight into the main building as I looked back at them.
“This should end here. I don’t want this matter spreading until I find the solution. My words continue to be my word. Please let it stick that way,” I warned them.
And then I realized something. The Reapers were not happy at all. Just when I took a step into the main building, the Blood Moon sent assassins. I didn’t bother to join in the fight and instead just stood there, shaking my head.
“I wasn’t even away from that place for one second and they already came back for revenge. We told you she’s dangerous, that she has to be killed. She can’t keep staying with us.”
They continued while trying to fight back the assassins.
“I want them all dead. None of them should leave this place alive. Understood?” I warned and then left, going straight back to my chambers where Aria had clearly been locked.
I slowly dragged a seat and sat beside her on the bed, watching her breathe so gently. She was back to life, I could tell. Now, finally at ease.
I guessed she needed this rest so badly. But just when I thought I could be at peace, she opened her eyes and suddenly began to struggle. Thankfully, the midwives were not dumb enough to have laid her there without chaining her down.
“You are mine now, whether you like it or not,” I said to her as she laughed.
“I am not yours. I don’t belong to anybody,” she shouted.
“Oh no. You belong to me now, and you have to understand that you have to stick with my rules if you want to survive. Do you understand?” I warned her as she laughed.
“No, I don’t,” she repeated.
“I am not yours. I am not anyone's. I don’t want you to save me, just to claim me as yours. I don’t want to be entitled to anybody,” she said, her voice filled with rage.
I couldn’t stop myself and I slowly kissed her hard, but then she did something I did not expect. She bit my lips so hard I tried to push her away, but she didn’t until blood dripped from my lips.
I couldn’t help but smile as I stood up.
“Good. That is the fire I need.”
(Aria POV)I leave the training yard with my arms still humming from the workout and head down the east corridor toward my room. Halfway there I spot three guards moving fast in the opposite direction, one of them carrying a plain brown envelope the size of a magazine. They’re headed straight for Damon’s wing. Something about the way they keep their shoulders tight makes me pivot and follow at a distance.They disappear through the double doors at the end of the hall. I wait ten seconds, then slip inside after them. The corridor opens into a small antechamber outside Damon’s private office. The guards are clustered around the desk. Damon stands with his back to me, already opening the envelope.One guard speaks low. “It didn’t come through the gate, Alpha. No courier log, no perimeter breach. Just appeared in the internal mail slot like it belonged there.”Damon pulls out a single glossy photograph and holds it up to the light. I step forward without thinking.The picture is Lena. My
Aria POV)Rook finally leaves me at the cafeteria entrance after insisting I try the chili for the third time. He’s still talking about how Ruthless needs a new exhaust when I slip away, ducking down the side corridor that leads outside. The training yard is empty except for one person.Damon stands alone in the center of the dirt oval, facing a heavy bag that hangs from a steel frame. The bag is patched in so many places it looks like a quilt made by someone who hates sewing. He’s shirtless, sweat already shining across his shoulders, and every punch lands with a sound like someone dropping a dictionary on concrete.I stop in the open doorway. My sneakers squeak once on the threshold. He doesn’t turn. He keeps moving, left hook, right cross, elbow strike, pivot. The bag swings wildly each time but never quite knocks him back. I watch longer than I should, arms folded, hip against the doorframe. He knows I’m here. Of course he does. The man can probably hear my heartbeat from across t
( Aria POV)"Rook will come by in the morning," and that is apparently the end of the meeting because he opens a folder and starts reading it like I have already left.I take the hint.I take it loudly, standing up with enough deliberateness that the chair scrapes, and walk out without looking back, which is a very mature and unbothered thing to do and I commit to it completely.Back in my room, I sit on the bed, look at the ceiling until I fall asleep, which takes longer than I would like to admit.Rook knocks at ten the next morning. I open the door and he is already smiling, hands in his jacket pockets, with the expression of someone who has been given an assignment he intends to enjoy far beyond any reasonable professional boundary."Morning, prophecy girl. I'm Rook. Your designated shadow for the foreseeable future."I cross my arms. "You sound way too happy about babysitting duty.""Correction. I'm thrilled about the upgrade from cleaning carburetors to hanging out with the girl
(Aria POV)I don't even startle. I just stop walking and turn around, and there he is, filling the hallway the way he fills every space he occupies, like the architecture quietly rearranged itself to accommodate him. He looks at me. I look back. The silence between us runs exactly long enough for both of us to understand that we are not going to pretend I was not crouched behind a steel shelf listening through a ventilation grate for the last twenty minutes."Come with me," he says.It is not quite a command. His voice doesn't have that particular edge to it, the one that turns words into walls. It lands more like an expectation, steady and patient, the verbal equivalent of a hand extended rather than a door slammed. I notice the distinction. I choose not to make a thing of it."Fine," I say, and follow him.He takes me down a hallway I haven't been in yet, shorter than the others, and pushes open a door at the end. I step inside and clock the room in about four seconds. Maps on the w
(Aria POV)He tells me to stay in my room and walk out, and I last exactly six minutes.In my defence, six minutes is a personal record. I sat on the edge of the bed, I counted the bricks on the wall opposite me, I even picked up the glass of water on the nightstand and drank half of it like a composed, rational adult who respects boundaries. And then the sound of raised voices filtered up through the floor, and my legs just, independently of any instruction from my brain, stood up and walked me out the door.I am not proud of this. I am also not stopping.The hallway outside the council chamber is long and dim, with a ventilation grate set low into the wall about halfway down, behind an ornamental steel shelf nobody has put anything on. I crouch behind the shelf, press my back to the wall, and tuck my knees to my chest.The voices come through the grate in layers, some clearer than others depending on where in the room each person is standing. I piece together the positions fast. The
Damon POVI don't know what exactly is wrong with you or what has gotten into you or why you think Aria is ever going to want you.“I shouted at Mason in disgust as I slammed him against the car more harshly. He laughed.“You crazy asshole. You really think you could just walk into our life and make changes? I thought you were my fucking friend. You were supposed to be my friend. You were in my wedding and now you're taking my bride away from me. Do you even think it makes any sense? Just because you are an Alpha makes you supreme to everything. You are such an ass bitch. You don't know it.”I continued to rant his rubbish. I couldn't take it anymore as I slammed the porch of his cheek.“You are really a fool. Believe it. You are dumb. And I don't even know how exactly I thought I could discuss this matter with you and it would go the way I want it to. Just stay away from me, okay? Stay away from her. Most especially if you had taken perfect care of her, kept her safe, pampered her li
Aria POV“First, we need to find that informer and get rid of him. That is the only way we can win against Mason.”“So how do I come in all of this? How do we stop Mason for the meantime? We can't just keep on wasting time looking for an informer. He's also a spy, so I don't think we'll easily find
Damon pov“You have to do something about it.”“There is nothing we can do right now. Our hands are tight. And we can't fight Mason alone. You know that he is one step ahead of you. We can't take the risk. He has already threatened that if Aria is not brought to him, then the worst is going to happ
Damon POVI couldn't help but laugh out loudly at her response. “You clearly don’t want me to actually buy your shares. You want to be stuck with Mason, right? You want him to keep manipulating you, making things difficult for you. I think you are really enjoying it,” I said to her, getting more an
I could see the shock clearly evident on her face as she just shook her head. “No, that is not possible. That is not true. I would never believe a word that comes out of your mouth. Why would someone die because of me? I mean, I did not do anything, so why would someone die?”“Because I'm just—”“S







