The Boy Behind The Jersey

Aria’s POVI jump up despite the sharp ache in my wrist, my still attention fixed on the wine bottle because I brought it sixty-five hundred dollars which will be, wasted in seconds. “Please, Vanessa. Don’t.”The moment the words leave my mouth, I regret them because I should never have begged for love from someone who had never wanted to give it to me.A sharp pop fills the room as Vanessa uncorks the bottle and I squeeze my eyes shut, but nothing can prepare me for the icy liquid pouring over my head and soaking my clothes.She empties every last drop before hurling the bottle at me. It strikes my stomach, making me double over as it rolls across the floor. “Look at you!” she mocks.“You probably spent every penny you had on this pathetic little performance.”Kieran ignores my trembling figure and turns to me. “Let me tell her what i came here to say,” he tells Vanessa.He approaches and crouches in front of me. I lift my head, my hair dripping wine onto my face. “We're done, Aria,”

Asher’s POVThe High Council has existed for centuries, its authority rooted in ancient customs, powerful families, and laws established long before most packs came into existence.A select group of influential bloodlines controls its decisions, determining how the werewolf world should be governed.My father has spent years fighting for Silvercrest to gain a permanent place among them, and apparently, he's decided that making me compete in the Promotion Trials is the fastest way to achieve his ambition. “This is our chance, Asher.”His eyes remain fixed on me. “A permanent Council seat would give us the power to influence decisions directly instead of constantly begging other families to consider our interests.”I sigh. “Count me out, please.”His face darkens immediately. “What did you say?”“You heard me.” I spread my arms.“I'm already drowning in responsibilities with hockey practice that takes up most of my mornings, games consume my weekends, and my university workload is getti

Aria's POVI could even say a word for a moment. "I worked for this position," I said, doing everything possible to keep my emotions under control."I took the aptitude examination, went through the interviews, and satisfied every requirement. Nobody simply handed me this job. I earned my place here through my own efforts."Mr Brooks looked at me as if I had just told him the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard because a moment later, he burst into laughter, his face filled with disbelief."You earned it?" he echoed, shaking his head."You really believe you can stand there and convince me of that nonsense?""That's not what I'm trying to...""Don't insult my intelligence." He interrupted me, moving closer until I had no choice but to retreat a step."Kieran was personally making calls to secure this position for you.""I took the examination," I argued quietly, refusing to let go of the only thing I knew was true."Everyone who applied went through the same process. They all sat fo

Aria's POV"Asher Blackwell Campus Chat."Harper had somehow transformed herself from been someone who admired Asher into an active member of one of the largest fan communities dedicated to him on campus and I honestly couldn't decide whether that was impressive or slightly alarming.Yes, he had rescued me from the rogues a few nights ago, and I would always be grateful for that. However, considering that my mate had rejected me for Vanessa, I'd nearly become a rogue's dinner, and I was currently struggling to find anyone willing to employ me, I couldn't say that keeping up with Asher Blackwell's activities was particularly high on my list of priorities, so I stared at the screen in her hand. "What's this supposed to be? Some kind of fan club?"Harper gave me an exasperated look. "Can you put your misery on hold for just a minute and actually pay attention?"She tapped a notification near the top of the screen and turned it toward me. "Apparently, Asher is searching for someone to tut

Aria's POVAsher watches me struggle for another moment before folding his arms across his chest and resting against the doorway.His face carries a hint of amusement, despite the sleepiness still evident in his eyes. "I was about to ask why you've decided to show up at my apartment," he says, his voice slightly hoarse, "but now I'm beginning to wonder if you've ever encountered a shirtless man before."My cheeks immediately turned pink. "I have," I mumble.His eyes travel briefly over his exposed torso before settling on my face again. "Really? You could've fooled me."I wish the ground would open beneath my feet because this is officially the most embarrassing moment of my entire existence. "You're probably curious about why I've come here," I say hurriedly, attempting to steer the conversation away from my obvious lack of self-control. "That would be an understatement."I draw in a breath and straighten my shoulders. "First, I want to apologize for disturbing you. I had no idea you