Aria’s back, wrist, and waist ached as Kael pulled her from the ground. He dragged her in fury. He was so enraged, he didn’t care how hurt she was. Aria couldn’t protest, she only followed him as he pulled her. Her legs protested in pain as they hit the stony floor.
Deep in Aria’s stomach, there was a strange flutter as Kael touched her. That touch felt familiar. She searched her memories but found nothing. It felt… affectionate.
“No, not this, at least not now,” Aria thought.
She wasn’t ready for any feelings now. She didn’t need them. She was here for one purpose, but maybe Kael wasn’t the ruthless Alpha she came to kill.
Kael kept going. He had been watching her patiently for too long. He was ready to know who exactly she was and why she was there. His mind raced with curiosity.
His fingers burned as they met her skin. For a split second, he felt protective — but he shoved the thought aside.
He pulled her until he got to his chamber. He threw her in and slammed the door behind them.
Aria — though shaken by his push and her tired joints — stood still. Her head bowed. She had no clue why the Alpha had pulled her out in the middle of a trial he designed for her.
“Lift your gaze,” he commanded as he stepped close to Aria.
Aria looked up to meet his eyes fixed desperately on her. Her face remained straight, no smiles, no fear, no tears.
He closed the remaining space left between them. He sniffed around her hood, then he pulled it back and sniffed deep into her hair, yet he caught nothing.
“Who are you?” He yelled in frustration as he slammed his hand on his desk.
Aria stood unshaken.
“I’m Lyra Vane,” she responded.
Back in the hall, the tension still lingered in the air. Wolves were murmuring, all in awe of the Alpha’s sudden action.
At that moment, Darian stood, the Beta of the pack and Lucan’s father. He was the black wolf Aria hadn’t recognized earlier on the watch tower.
“Silence!” he ordered. “We all know the Alpha always has valid reasons for every one of his actions, and even if he doesn’t…he’s Alpha. You shouldn’t be murmuring about him and especially not in this hall, you are all senior wolves. You should know better.”
“I should check on him,” Selene said as she rushed down the tower and left the hall.
She was the silvery white wolf Aria hadn’t recognized earlier on the watch tower. She was Kael’s childhood friend and the rumored Luna, though they hadn’t mated yet. Selene knew almost everything that bothered Kael as he tended to share all his plans and worries with her, but she didn’t understand why he acted in that manner towards an insignificant new recruit.
Inside the Alpha’s quarters, Aria didn’t know what Kael wanted. She’d explained who she was and where she was from so many times but kael wasn’t buying it.
“What do you want here?” He asked her again for the umpteenth time.
“I’ve only come to join the Nightfang pack, fight alongside the soldiers and serve the Alpha,” Aria repeated again. Her tone calm though inside, she was tense, scared and insecure, but none of it showed on her face.
“What the hell does he want from me?”
Kael stood tall in front of Aria, his gaze fixed on her. He was searching for answers. He could have ordered that she be exiled but something in him felt protective yet insecure of her motives.
In the hallway strolled Selene. She was rushing down to Kael’s chamber. The last time she saw him that furious was when rogues attacked the pack two years back.
“Alright. Welcome to the Nightfangs,” Kael said as he stepped aside, motioning for Aria to leave his chamber.
“Thank you, Alpha.” Aria responded as she hurried out of his chamber. Tension lingered within her — especially the fear of being caught — but she remained unreadable.
As she stepped out she met the silvery white wolf — Selene — really close to the door. She walked past her hurriedly.
Selene hissed as she watched Aria vanish from the hallway. She was furious at the reason why Kael looked so enraged.
“Alpha.” Selene called unto Kael as she walked into his chamber.
Kael didn’t turn around, he didn’t need to, he knew Selene. Her scent was strong, just like that of lilies. Still confused and frustrated, Kael kept his gaze down.
“What’s wrong?” Selene asked as she moved close to Kael, she hung her right hand on his right shoulder. Her voice was calm and soothing.
Kael turned around, Selene’s hand moved to his temple, but he walked away. He stood at his table.
“There’s something about her.” He said.
“Is it worth your inner peace ?” Selene asked as she walked towards him. “What do you think about her?” she asked.
“She’s too good, her skills are really good. She is fast and strong. Too good to be trained by a rogue.” Kael responded.
“So is this a matter of admiration or…?” Selene pressed.
“Of course not, Snowfur.” Kael replied, teasing Selene with a nickname he had given her while they were still cubs.
“If you feel insecure about her, why don’t you get her exiled?” Selene asked as she rolled her eyes. She didn’t like to see Kael bothered and the fact that a worthless new recruit was the reason only annoyed her more.
“I’m not ready to exile her. At least not yet. She could be useful. I’ll keep an eye on her.” Kael said.
“Alright.” Selene didn’t want to press further. She was going to watch the new dog by herself.
“I should get going now, Lucan would be waiting.” Selene added as she closed the space between her and Kael.
She leaned in and breathed in his scent. She wrapped her hands around him, laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. “Whoever this rogue is, she has to leave,” she thought, her hands stroking Kael’s back slowly.
Her silvery white fur a striking contrast to his brown fur. She loved Kael with all that was within her and she wouldn’t sit back and watch a new recruit steal his peace.
Kael exchanged the warm embrace and soon released his grip on Selene’s waist, forcing her to let go of him too.
Selene walked out and Kael sat at his table, with a thousand thoughts flooding his mind.
The first thing Aria felt was warmth. Not just the kind that came from the blanket over her, but the kind that came from Kael’s body beside her. His arm was wrapped loosely around her waist, his chest pressed against her back. His breathing was slow, deep, steady.For a while, she didn’t move. The world outside their small room was still quiet, no footsteps, no voices, just the faint morning air finding its way through the curtains. It was strange, almost unreal, to feel peace again.She turned slightly, careful not to wake him. Kael’s face was half-hidden by a lock of his dark hair, his jaw relaxed, his expression calmer than she had seen before. The lines that usually sat between his brows were gone.Aria reached out and brushed the hair away from his face. Her fingers lingered there, tracing the edge of his cheek. His skin was warm. Kael stirred a little, his arm tightening around her waist before his eyes opened slowly. For a second, he just looked at her, as if he needed to mak
Kael’s kiss lingered as if he were afraid to move too fast, his lips moving slow, careful, even though his breath shook against her mouth. Aria’s hands stayed tangled in his hair, tugging him closer every time he tried to ease back. Her body pressed to his, chest against chest, and with each brush of his lips her desire only grew sharper.His palm slid higher along her back, beneath the last thin barrier of cloth, she froze. Her breath caught in her throat, her body tense.He stilled instantly. His forehead stayed pressed to hers, but his hand retreated, settling instead at her waist. “Too much?” he whispered, his voice rough but steady.Aria shook her head quickly, eyes wide. “No. I just… Kael…” she stopped, heat rising in her cheeks as she smiled shyly. “It’s okay,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple. “That’s why we’ll go slow. You’ll tell me when it’s too much, and I’ll stop. Always.”Her throat tightened. His promise steadied her in ways she didn’t know she needed.
The control in him snapped. He caught her jaw in his hands, kissing her with a force that left her dizzy. His grip was no longer tentative, his hands roamed freely now, one pressed at her back beneath her shirt, the other climbed to the nape of her neck, tangling in her hair.Her fingers moved over his chest, fumbling at first, then bolder. She traced the hard lines through the fabric, then slipped beneath it, determined. His muscles tightened at her touch, his breath catching in his throat. When her hand pressed flat against his bare chest, right over his pounding heart, he stilled.“Do you feel that?” he asked hoarsely, his lips hovering over hers.She nodded, her fingers splayed against him. “It’s the same as mine.”He kissed her again, slower this time, their breaths mingling, their lips brushing slightly. Then, as though the chair was suddenly too small to contain the heat sparking between them, he shifted.In one smooth motion, Kael rose, lifting her with him as if she weigh
Aria stayed perched on Kael’s lap, her knees braced at his sides, their foreheads pressed together. Her breath trembled against his lips, warm and uneven.Kael’s hands were firm at her waist, not moving, as if he feared even the slightest shift of her body against his, would break the fragile control he clung to. His chest rose against hers, rough and heavy, betraying the storm inside him.She tilted her hips slightly, almost unconsciously, and his grip on her tightened. A sharp inhale tore through him, his jaw locking.“Aria…” His voice was low, strained, a warning and a plea all at once.Her lashes fluttered as her gaze lifted to his. “What?” she whispered.His eyes burned dark now. “Do you know what you’re doing?”The question wasn’t scolding, it was raw, careful, as if he needed to hear her say it aloud.Her throat tightened, but she didn’t look away. Instead, her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. “I know what I want.”Kael’s breath stuttered, his forehead droppin
Kael’s words hung in the air. “They won’t have died for nothing.” The silence that followed was heavy. His chest rose and fell against Aria’s, every breath rough, almost shaky. He didn’t move, didn’t even lift his head, he just held her like she was the only thing that mattered to him. Aria stayed quiet at first, dragging her fingers over his back in slow circles. The corridor outside their chamber was still, the sounds of the rogues faded with the night. She could hear only his heartbeat, strong but uneven.Finally, she whispered, “Kael… look at me.”He didn’t. His forehead stayed against her shoulder. His hands were clenched too tightly at her waist.She pulled back just enough to see his face, her fingers brushing against his jaw. His eyes were dark with grief. “You don’t have to carry all of it alone,” she said softly. “Not anymore.”His throat tightened, and no words came.“I mean it,” she pressed, her own eyes burning. “You’ve carried so much for so long. You’ve been strong
“What is it, Aria?” Kael asked, his voice calm. Aria hesitated. “You need to tell me what’s bothering you,” Kael pressed, his eyes locked on hers. Aria exhaled sharply. “Come,” she said, then she took his hand in hers. Kael followed her and she led themTo the room where they were staying. Aria shut the chamber door behind them, the sound sharp in the silence of the corridor they’d just left. Her hand never left Kael’s, instead her grip was tighter than she meant it to be. He didn’t resist, though his eyes searched her face with a frown that only deepened the longer she stayed quiet.“Aria,” his voice was low, warning and tender at once. “What is it you’re hiding from me?”She swallowed, her heart pounding so hard like it wanted out of her chest. “I saw something, Kael. Through the bond. It wasn’t just a feeling… it was clear. Too clear.”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull away. “Show me.”Her throat burned. “It will hurt you.”“The longer you keep this from me, the more it hu