เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 7:The Unforseen Clash.Aria's POV.I lay down on the soft mattress, my headache finally receding. My taut muscles loosened, and my body finally started cooling down. I lay on the blanket for fear of sweating even more and staining the sheets with my dirt and grime. In a few minutes, I got up. I looked around searching for any clothes I could change into. I was itching for a bath. All that fear left me disoriented and dirty. I opened the closet, finding a few items of clothing. I rifled through them, finding most of them in my size. They'd really done their homework, these people. As I moved through the hangers, I heard footsteps approaching. I closed the doors of the closet, running for the bed. I couldn't afford raising more suspicion. I'd raised more than enough. The footsteps moved past. They were going somewhere. But where?I got up, moving gently out of the room, making sure the footsteps were far away enough that when I opened the door, nobody looked back.The door
Chapter 6Aria's POV. I blinked profusely, the voices nearer than I thought. I couldn't have imagined that Reece would put me in this position, as little as I knew him. I breathed, holding on to the hatch ladder, deciding my next line of action. I looked down and then up at Reece's knowing smirk before, darkness. The door closed behind me, leaving me in pitch black surroundings, with Marcus's voice approaching quickly. “Aria? You're in here, aren't you?” The voice sent chills down my spine. I clamped my hands around the wall ladder, looking up, determined. I held on, trying hard not to panic. I climbed back up, only inches from the hatch door, and began to bang with one hand, careful not to make enough noise that would alert Marcus on the other side of the tunnel. How could Reece do this? It's fine that he suspected I was up to something, but why throw me away like this? Fresh from a near-death experience, without any warning? What did I do?As I banged on, my mind washed fresh w
Chapter 5Where is She?Reece’s POVThe moment Damon roared those words, the peace in the cabin scattered. Kael’s face went from cold control to murderous rage. Damon looked ready to shift and rip apart the entire Silverpine patrol with his teeth.And our little mate? Aria looked like a rabbit caught in a snare, her fear so sweet and ravishing in the air. I took a very deep breath, as if her fear was food for me to eat. So delicious. But all these were just…convenient. A rejected omega, a mythical White Wolf, and our fated mate, all delivered to our doorstep, and just then, enemies start to show? The timing was too perfect. It just smelled of setup and…Council manipulation. Cornelius was many things, but a fool wasn't one of them. What better way to destroy us than from the inside? To use a pretty, broken thing as a weapon to infiltrate our pack?While my brothers were busy trying to protect the pack with anger, my mind was working. I needed to get her alone. I needed to see the tru
Chapter 4The DemandAria’s POVThe maid, a quiet beta woman, brought me simple trousers and a soft sweater. They were clean and didn’t smell like blood. It was the most kindness I had been shown in years because usually, I was always beaten like crazy and told to work both day and night.My mind was just confused. A White Wolf. It was impossible. It was just a story of legends. White wolves didn't exist anymore.But the bond… I could feel it now, three different threads tied to my soul. One was a steady, cold anchor. Kael. One was a flickering, hot like fire. Damon. One was a sly and shifting and… unpredictable. Reece. It was real. All of it was terrifyingly real.When the maid led me to a large dining hall with a heavy wooden table, they were already there.Kael sat at the head like a king on a thorny throne, his icy gaze tracking my every step. Damon paced by the fireplace like a caged tiger. Reece leaned against a sideboard, swirling a glass of something dark, a charming, dangerou
Chapter 3The Scent Under the Poison Aria's POV Damon’s gaze swept over me, from my tangled silver-blonde hair down to my bare, dirty feet. That possessive, hungry look was back in his eyes. It should have terrified me. And it did. But underneath the fear, a tiny, traitorous part of me felt… seen, not as a wolfless omega or… as a waste of space, but as something… wanted, like something someone would want. "The bond," he said, as if that explained everything.And then, I felt it. A faint pull in my chest. This one was not the bleeding, painful tear of Marcus's rejection. This was different. It was like three new, fragile threads had been woven into my soul. One felt cold and steady. One felt hot and wild. One felt… clever and…unstable.I pressed a hand to my chest, my eyes wide. "No. That's impossible.""Seems pretty fucking possible to me," Damon muttered, his eyes glued to where my hand rested over my heart.The door opened again, and the third brother walked in. The one with the
Chapter 2A ClaimAria's POVOne was pure black, like a piece of the night had come alive. His eyes glowed like golden fire.One was a shimmering silver, his fur looking like shiny something in the moonlight.The last one was a dark, midnight blue, almost black, but with a strange, beautiful sheen.They surrounded me. The black wolf, the biggest one, took a step forward. He lowered his head, sniffing the air. A low, rumbling growl vibrated in his chest. It was a sound of pure power and danger.I was too terrified to even scream. I just trembled, waiting for the end where they would just tear me apart and chop my body to pieces.Suddenly, there was a sound of cracking bones and shifting muscle, and where the wolf had been, now stood a man.He was tall and built like a warrior, all hard muscle and scars. A jagged line cut across his cheek. His hair was short and black, his eyes the same icy blue as a winter sky. He was dangerous. He was deadly. He was the most terrifying thing I had eve







