Semua Bab FANGS AND FATE: Bitten by the Alpha: Bab 11 - Bab 20

ARIA I took a deep breath, forcing the tension from my shoulders. I needed to focus. Everything that happened earlier—the office, the close proximity, the way Knox had trapped me against the wall—none of it mattered. It was work. Nothing else. Knox Grey was my boss. And I needed to remember that. I sat down at my desk, exhaling slowly as I pushed everything aside. Then my phone rang. I hesitated before glancing at the screen. Mr. Grey. Of course. Bracing myself, I picked up. “My schedule.” That was all he said. Deep. Smooth. Cold. The call ended before I could respond. I stared at my phone, my fingers tightening around it. Seriously? That was it? No explanation? I shook my head, quickly pulling up his schedule. Lunch with Mr. DeLuca – Contract signing. Right. That was today. I straightened myself, pushing everything aside. ------ I stepped into the office and stopped. Marcus Reed was on his knees. His suit was wrinkled, his tie loose, his f

KNOX Blood Moon Clan – Council Hall Two days. Two days since I last saw her. Yet Aria’s scent still lingered in my thoughts, an invisible thread that refused to break. But this morning, I wasn’t a CEO in a black suit commanding boardrooms. I was Alpha. And here, power wasn’t dictated by contracts and profits. It was in blood, fear, and the weight of a throne that only one could bear. I sat tall on the Alpha’s seat, carved from blackwood, leather-backed, raised higher than the others. Mason sat to my right—my Beta, my Second, and the only voice I trusted. To my left, the Luna’s seat remained vacant, as it had been for years. Let them keep looking at it. I didn’t need a Luna to rule. Seven elders sat before me, forming a half-circle. Their scents filled the room—smoke, age, steel. Three were bound to my father’s rule: Elder Ronan, Elder Hale, and Elder Greta. The other three leaned toward Edric—Third-in-Command. The kind of threat that smiled while sharpening the blad

ARIATasha didn’t move. Even after my words cut through her smug little performance, she just stood there and glared. Her knuckles tightened around the folder while her lips pressed into a thin, furious line.I should have known better.The moment her heels clicked against the floor and she turned back toward me, my spine stiffened. The boldness I felt a minute ago vanished as I saw the storm brewing in her eyes. My breath hitched when she stalked toward my desk and stopped inches away.“You must be out of your damn mind,” she hissed. “Who gave you the guts to talk back to me?”My heart pounded hard and fast like a warning bell.She leaned in, her voice sharp enough to cut. “Just because Mr. Grey cornered you doesn’t mean you’re special. He’ll get bored, and when he does, you’ll be nothing but a forgotten distraction.”The words burned, but this time, something inside me refused to shrink back. I wasn’t the same girl who

ARIA The moment his form solidified, all of the confidence, bravery—whatever that was—died an immediate death. I stumbled backward with a soft yelp, my legs refusing to cooperate as my butt met the cold floor again. “Oh—oh my god—” I blinked rapidly, trying to look anywhere but there, but my eyes kept betraying me. He was naked. Fully, gloriously, terrifyingly naked. And aroused. My throat dried up. My thoughts scattered. The rawness of his form—taut muscles slick with sweat, the rise and fall of his broad chest, that sharp line leading down his abdomen to the thick length between his legs—it burned itself into my brain. I didn't mean to look. I really didn't. But I looked. Again. And again. “Shit,” I whispered, dragging my eyes back to his face—just as his gold eyes flickered, beginning to shift back to their usual stormy grey. His jaw clenched. His body… still trembling from the shift as his fists curled at his sides. And then the chains snapped. The loud, bru

ARIAHe didn’t say anything else. Just turned and walked toward the door, motioning for me to follow.I hesitated. Just for a second.But when he looked back, his eyes were already darker, more dangerous. I followed.He led me down the hall—silent, smooth steps, like this was routine. Like he’d walked this exact path before.And when we stopped in front of the door, I knew it.It was the same room. The same one I’d stayed in the first time I came here.I stepped inside and he left without another word. The door clicked shut.I didn’t sleep. Not a single minute. Time bled out into nothing. It wasn’t just fear or confusion—my brain refused to shut off.Even after he left, even after the door locked behind him, I just lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling like it had answers I needed at the moment.The room was spotless—like someone had come in right before me and scrubbed it top to bottom. Everything looked like it was waiting. Like I was expected.Too neat. Too quiet.And that