Ares felt like he was losing his mind listening to Aria. She kept explaining her plan, trying to convince him it could work. More than once he wanted to cut her off, to shout, to punch something anything to let out the frustration building inside him. But he held back. He wasn’t the type to spill his emotions, so instead he shut them down and started stacking his walls again. She wasn’t supposed to matter to him this much anyway.What was the point? If he let her in, he would only end up hurting her and himself. And besides, it wasn’t like she would agree to come with him now, not after pouring her whole heart into this plan. He finally understood what Adrian and her uncle had meant. This wasn’t just an idea to her, it was the fire keeping her alive. She would rather die than abandon it. To her, it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Humans didn’t often become breedmates. A werewolf tamer, she called it.That word stuck in his head werewolf tamer. It nagged at him, pulling at something b
Ares turned pages to read about breedmates. He wasn’t surprised by the detailed information knowing that the king involved professor Ward in their mission. That would only mean that the man was very competent.The more Ares read the more he felt like this had nothing to do with Corinna. The breedmate information was about female werewolfs, not humans so it couldn’t apply to her sister but as he read about the male part, which also seemed the pages Aria focused on from the places she marked, he felt a strange way.He continued to turn pages to see if he could find anything on human breedmates. Only a few of the interviewed werewolves knew about human breedmates. They described having a human breedmate as a disadvantage to them except for the fact that they could reproduce faster.The disadvantage they named was that human breedmates didn’t feel nor were they affected by the breedmate pull like they did. They didn’t have those emotions that possessed a werewolf once they found their bre
These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell.That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.Ares had wanted to see Marcus for himself, to know if he was anything like his father. The first thing that hit him was the resemblance, same presence, same cold eyes. Maybe that was just something all werewolves shared. But beyond that, Marcus had been... strange. Hard to read. His behavior didn’t fully match the monster everyone warned about.Ares turned back to the ruined village. Homes burned down. Families scattered. Many had packed what little they had left and gone off in search of safety, somewhere far from all this chaos.He remembered how Aria’s father had first pulled him
“Give me a reason Marcus, because I am not one of your subjects who follow your orders blindly.”He just glared at her trying to contain his anger but God help him…“Oh right. Because I am whore. I shouldn’t do it for breeding right? It makes sense.” She nodded. “Well, I never wanted children anyway so I think we agree on that. I guess I will just enjoy myself. I never thought it could be such a pleasurable experience to be with a man. It makes me tingle in a strange way.”He stiffened, feeling the rest of the air leave his lungs at the thought of another man bringing her pleasure and not just touching her.She blushed a little. “It was just a kiss but…” she shrugged, bringing her fingers to her lips as if recalling it. “If I can feel like that just from a kiss, imagine…?”A kiss?He yanked at the chains again, now almost causing his wrists to break. She shook her head.“The chains were made to hold five werewolves in their beast form so don’t waste your energy.”Ignoring her he conti
“I’m sorry. Was I too harsh?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “I’m actually being a lot kinder than you were. If I were like you, I would’ve made you watch them die first… and then mocked how they died.”Her words hit him like a slap. But before he could even tell himself it was too much, he remembered the truth. That’s exactly what he had done to her. That day—when she stayed quiet and calm, and he kept pushing, being cruel for no reason.“You know, I should feel bad. Normally I do—when someone loses people. I understand grief more than I’d like to. But with you, Marcus… I can’t feel sorry for you,” she said, voice steady. “Because when I think of all the lives lost, the homes you destroyed, the children you left behind with no parents… how can I feel sorry for you? Does that make sense?”“Don’t assume it was my brothers,” Marcus said quickly.She nodded, still calm. “I thought about that. It could’ve been someone else from your clan. My guess? They didn’t follow your orders.”
She did. Ares had given her comfort, real comfort. But now, after everything, she felt colder than before. Something kept nagging at the back of her mind. He had left her more confused, more restless. More aware.Aria realized something painful—she needed warmth more than she ever admitted. But she also knew that allowing herself to feel, to open up, meant risking her heart again. And with someone like Ares, who clearly had a mission and secrets of his own, that was dangerous.She couldn’t go through another loss. Not again.But then, what was she supposed to do? She was marrying him. She wouldn’t be able to run from the comfort he gave or the closeness that would grow between them. And that scared her.She was ready to give him everything else—her partnership, her body, even children one day. But not her heart.That had to remain hers alone.Brushing off whatever little comfort she found, she went to look for professor Ward’s notes.As much as she didn’t want to see the prisoner righ