Aria Jean had never experienced such emotions before in her life. At this point in time, she had lost control of her senses and there was just one thing, one voice, two words screaming in her head. “Kiss him,“ She felt him hesitating just as she was. She felt the hot air that had escaped out of his lips reach hers. This confirmed that his lips were only inches away from hers. Suddenly, the door came open. Camille gasped. “Oh!,“ Was the first thing that escaped Camille’s lips due to surprise. “I’m so— I’m so sorry! I should have knocked! Bad manners Camille. I’ll just leave now,“ Camile stuttered and began to leave the room. “No, no wait Camille, you can— you can stay. I— I was just about to leave,“ Damien stuttered too and got on his feet abruptly. He ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly and made sure he avoided Aria’s eyes. Then he raced out of the room. “Hey,“ Camille greeted the moment he shut the door. Her emotions were still unsettled as she tried to

Alpha Hendrix stood still as he stared at the picture on his wall. The room was dimly lit. All the draperies were allowed to fall freely over the windows. He was clad in a big dark jacket and a pair of dark pants. It was just him and the picture on the wall. It was a picture of his dead mate. The picture of the Luna of his pack. She seemed to have been lost in thought when the picture was taken. Her eyes didn’t seem to focus on the camera and there was no smile on her face. Instead, her eyes reflected all the thoughts in her emerald green eyes. Her lips were parted slightly and her chestnut brown hair fell freely around her. She wore a strapless dress but the picture only stopped at her chest. The beauty of the picture was the fact that she hadn’t been trying so hard to look good. Instead, she had been lost in a different reality. Yet the imperfection of the picture was exactly what made the picture perfect. Alpha Hendrix had always loved the picture. It was the one he had chos

Even as Alpha Hendrix was been driven back, thoughts of Aria entered his head. She was the daughter that reminded him the most of his dead mate. Which was why he hated her. The way her brain worked was similar to the way his dead mate used to think. It annoyed him the most that it was the dark child that had most of the attributes of the woman he loved. Peter hit a pothole and the car shook. The action caused Alpha Hendrix to come out of his thoughts and focus on the road ahead “Apologies my Alpha. I didn’t see the pothole,“ Peter apologised. This made Hendrix turn his head to Peter. Questions ran through his mind. Had he been this much of an heartless person? Just how much had he been evil to his people? “Peter, may I ask you something?“ Hendrix asked. “Of course,“ Peter answered as quickly as the question left Hendrix’s lips. Hendrix paused for a while, thinking of how he wound place the question. “Am I an evil Alpha?“ He let it out. Peter threw a shor

“This is a picture of me,“ Aria said. Damien froze in his seat. He threw Aria a strange look. Maybe he hadn’t gotten the message right. “A picture of you?“ Damien asked. Aria turned her gaze to him and nodded her head slowly. Damien’s brows knitted together at her response. He scouted closer to Aria and took the sketchbook from her. He examined the sketch himself and he gasped due to shock. It really was a picture of Aria. His mouth came open in confusion. What was Aria’s picture doing there? How could Liona have drawn Aria when he was very sure that both women had never even met. Aria exhaled sharply, breaking Damien out of his reverie. Damien brought his eyes back to her and the confusion was still evident on his face. “How is my face in this book?“ Aria asked Damien. Damien wanted to give her an answer. He wished he could give her the answer she wanted but there was nothing he could say. Instead, he ended up stuttering. “I— I am afraid I can not g

Camille followed Lana back into the dining. She met Aria smiling nervously at Lana who busied herself with serving Aria a lot of food. To someone else who didn’t have any idea how Aria and Lana were related, they would have thought that Lana was Aria’s mother. Aria spotted Camille watching from a distance and shot her pleading eyes. Camille immediately understood that came to her rescue. “Lana? Don’t you think you’re feeding her too much? Take it easy on her. She’s a living person and not a doll,“ Camille said with a wide smile on her face. Lana immediately stopped. She had understood that she had to reduce it. “I’m so sorry. It’s just that I am so excited. I really like Aria a lot,“ Lana said and walked away hurriedly. Aria kept her nervous smile on her face as she watched Lana’s back. Indeed, she was strange just as Camille had claimed. “Lana doesn’t just approve of anyone. There must be something about you Aria that has drawn her to like you a lot. I’ve never se