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)He doesn't let go.The yard is completely still. No wind. No distant engine noise. Just the two of us standing in the dirt with his hands around my wrists and the aftermath of what I said sitting between us like a lit fuse.I hold his gaze. "What happens if I don't pull away?"His jaw tightens. Something moves through his eyes, fast and controlled, the way a current moves under ice, present but contained. "Then I make you."The words land wrong. Wrong in the specific way that flips a switch somewhere low in my chest, not a warning, not a threat, just a line that should not have sounded like that, delivered in that particular register, at this particular proximity.I move first.My free hand grabs the front of his shirt, fingers twisting into the fabric, and I pull him down.His mouth hits mine hard.For half a second he goes completely still, hands frozen on my wrists, body arrested mid-breath like his entire system just short-circuited. I feel the exact moment his control
(Aria POV)He steps back. I don't.For three full seconds I just stand there, in the middle of his locked office, with the heat of that almost-moment still sitting on my skin like a second layer, and then something in my chest that has been coiled tight since the council chamber decides it has had enough of being still.I walk out.Not dramatically. Not fast. Just out, through the side door, down the corridor, and away from the specific gravitational pull of Damon Black and his one deliberate step and the way his jaw was working like he was chewing through something he refused to say out loud.My room feels too small. The hallway feels too loud with the ambient noise of the compound settling back into its morning rhythm, boots on concrete, low voices, the distant metallic complaint of something being worked on in the garage bays. I pass my door without stopping.The training yard is empty.I push through the side gate and stop in the middle of the dirt oval, breathing cold air, and st
Aria POV)The gates slide open at 7:19 a.m. Rook’s SUV rolls through first. Ours follows close. The compound looks the same on the surface: same tall concrete walls topped with razor wire, same low concrete buildings arranged in a rough square, same faint smell of motor oil and gunpowder drifting from the garage bays. But the difference hits me the second we clear the entrance. Guards stand at double the usual posts. Two at each corner tower instead of one. Rifles held low but fingers near triggers. Eyes track us from the moment the tires hit gravel. No casual nods. No relaxed postures. Just alert stares that follow every window of both vehicles until we park.I step out behind Damon. Cool morning air brushes my face. Lena climbs down from Rook’s SUV, duffel already slung over her shoulder. She glances around once, takes in the extra bodies with rifles, the tense shoulders, the way every pair of eyes flicks toward her then away.“Cozy welcome,” she mutters.Rook nudges her toward the
(Aria POV)I find Rook in the garage at 5:42 a.m. He’s already got both SUVs backed out of the bays, hoods up, checking fluids with a flashlight clenched between his teeth. Lena stands on a milk crate beside the black one, stuffing a go-bag with the snacks she unpacked four hours ago.“Chips go in the side pocket,” Rook says around the flashlight. “Pretzels in the center console. Gummies stay with you. Rules.”Lena rolls her eyes. “You’re worse than my mom on road trips.”“Your mom ever outrun a tail?”“No comment.” She zips the bag. “Where do the energy drinks go?”“Glove box. Don’t drink them all before we clear the city limits.”I lean against the doorframe. “You two move like you’ve done this a hundred times.”Rook glances up. “Hundred and twelve. Give or take.”Lena hops down from the crate. “He’s exaggerating.”“Quiet, chaos agent.”She sticks her tongue out at him.Damon appears in the open bay door. Black tactical jacket zipped to the throat, small duffel slung over one should
(Aria POV)I wake up staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Plain white, one faint water stain shaped like a lopsided heart near the corner. For maybe four seconds my brain is blissfully blank. Then memory crashes in: Lena safe, Damon in the house, last night’s almost-apology still sitting heavy in my chest.I sit up too fast. The borrowed T-shirt twists around my ribs. I yank it straight, swing my legs over the side of the bed, and press bare feet to cold hardwood.The safe house is quiet. Too quiet. No distant motorcycle rumble, no low voices drifting from the main compound halls. Just the soft tick of a wall clock somewhere down the corridor and the occasional creak of settling beams.I pad to the door, crack it open, listen. Nothing.I move through the hallway on quiet steps. The place feels more like a bunker dressed up as a house: reinforced steel doors with layered deadbolts, windows covered in blackout film so thick you can’t see daylight through them, a compact rifle casually lean
Aria POV)The safe house door swings inward at 4:07 a.m. and there she is. Lena. Purple coat still zipped to her chin, duffel bag banging against her hip, hair escaping its bun in every direction. She steps over the threshold like she’s late for brunch, not being extracted from her apartment at gunpoint-adjacent hours.Damon stands three feet inside the foyer, arms crossed, shoulders filling the doorway. Rook leans against the wall behind him, arms folded the same way, though he looks more amused than stoic. I’m already halfway across the room before she even closes the door.Lena drops the bag. It thuds. She looks up at Damon, tilts her head all the way back, and lets out a low whistle.“Okay but he is genuinely enormous.”“Lena.” I crash into her before she can say anything else. Arms tight around her shoulders, face buried in the crook of her neck. She smells like vanilla body spray and the lavender candle she burns when she’s stressed. Familiar. Safe.She hugs me back so hard my r







