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Chapter 13
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Aria's Point of View The soft hum of overhead lights and the faint buzz of a radio playing an old pop song fill the little boutique as we step inside. The shop smells like lavender sachets and new fabric, and I immediately feel out of place in my wrinkled dress and tangled braid. But it’s quiet here, calm, and for now, that’s enough. Griffen grabs a wire basket from the stand near the entrance and waits patiently beside me as I take a slow look around. We drift towards a rack of jeans, and I start thumbing through them, tugging out a pair in a medium wash. I hold them up against myself for a moment, then glance at the tag. My size. Good enough. Without saying anything, I turn and drop them into the basket he’s holding. He doesn’t comment, just shifts the basket in his grip and follows me to the next rack. I find a plain white T-shirt with a soft neckline and a loose fit. It looks comfortable. That, too, goes into the basket. As we move towards a rack filled with summer dresses
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Griffen's Point of ViewThe engine hums beneath us, steady and low as we pull out of the gravel driveway and head down the winding road towards town. The trees blur past us in shades of green, tall pines standing like sentinels on either side of the narrow road. The morning sun slants through the branches, catching in flashes across the windshield.Aria sits beside me in the passenger seat, her window rolled all the way down. The wind tosses strands of her braided hair around her face, and she doesn’t seem to mind. One arm rests along the edge of the door, her hand reaching into the open air, her fingers dancing through the wind in slow, lazy curves like she's tracing invisible lines in the sky. It’s such a small thing, but I can’t look away.There’s something peaceful about the way she moves, absent, thoughtful. For the first time since all this started, she doesn’t look like she’s bracing for war. There’s no sharp edge in her jaw, no challenge in her eyes. She just… exists in this m
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 14
Aria's Point of ViewWe finish our breakfast in the same quiet that has settled between us like a cautious truce. The food is simple, but it warms me from the inside out, and though I don’t say it out loud, I’m grateful for the effort Griffen put into making it. He moves now and then, standing to tend to the fire, making sure it doesn’t die out. Each time he does, I feel the flicker of something I’m not ready to name yet, something too close to comfort, to familiarity.The silence isn’t hostile anymore. It isn’t angry or painful. It’s careful. Like we’re both waiting to see which way the ground beneath us will shift next.When I finish the last sip of my coffee, I slide my empty mug towards the edge of the table, and Griffen takes it without a word. He gathers my plate too, his fingers brushing the edge of it as he lifts it from the wood. I glance up and catch his eyes for a second.“Thank you for breakfast,” I say, quiet but sincere.He gives me a small smile in return. “You’re welco
The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter Chapter 13
Griffen's Point of View The morning light creeps in through the thin curtains, soft and pale, but it does nothing to soften the tension knotting my chest. I stir awake, the ache in my body nothing compared to the chaos churning in my head. My eyes open slowly, heavy with a night of broken sleep and too many unanswered questions. I stare up at the wooden ceiling for a moment, trying to remember where I am, until the memories start to flood in like a punch to the gut. Aria. The firelight on her face. The feel of her soft lips pressed desperately to mine. The way she shoved me away from her. The look in her eyes when I said those words... When I told her she was just a werewolf. I sit up slowly, dragging a hand through my hair, while everything from last night replays like a brutal movie in my head. Her voice, shaking with anger and pain. The crack in it when she told me to reject her. The way I froze, because hearing those words nearly broke something in me I didn’t even
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Aria's Point of ViewThe fire crackles softly in the hearth, but I barely hear it over the rush of blood pounding in my ears. I sit frozen in place, Griffen’s words replaying in my mind like a twisted story I never asked to be a part of.He tried to use me. I was supposed to be a pawn, just a tool in his plan to hurt my father.The weight of that thought settles like stone in my chest. My hands clench on my knees. My throat burns, but I don’t cry. I can’t cry. I won't, not now. Not in front of him.Griffen sits across from me, watching me, waiting, for what, I don’t know. Forgiveness? Understanding maybe?My pulse spikes, my body suddenly surging with heat, not from the fire but from the storm building inside of me. I stand up so fast the chair scrapes loudly against the wood floor, jarring the quiet.“Are you serious right now?” I snap, my voice sharp and louder than I intended. “You kidnapped me, Griffen!”He flinches, but I don’t stop.“You dragged me out of my life, away from my h
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Griffen's Point of ViewThe bathroom door clicks shut behind me, and for a moment, I just lean against it, my eyes closed, my chest tight. The rush of that kiss still lingers on my lips, haunting me like a memory I already know I’ll never be able to escape.I push off the door and strip down quickly, turning on the shower until steam clouds the mirror. The water is hot, too hot, but I step under it anyway, letting it burn across my skin like it might sear away everything that I’m carrying.She knows I was there to take her.There is no point in pretending otherwise.I brace my hands on the tile wall, the warm water cascading down my back as I try to piece the right version of the truth together. What can I say? What should I say?Do I tell her about Maddox? About the rogues waiting for my word? About the fire that’s burned in me since I was eight years old, fueled by loss, betrayal, and my father's last words?But then there’s Aria.The way she looked at me. The way she kissed me back
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