Semua Bab The Wolf King's Vow: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Aria's eyes widened, and her pace slowed as she took in the scene before her. With the blood and dirt cleared from the prisoner's face, he looked… well.As she drew closer, he regarded her with his warm, coffee-colored eyes, framed by thick, feathery brows that were perfectly arched. His face displayed a strong and distinct bone structure, conveying a clear sense of authority.Her gaze could not meet his mouth, instead trailing lower to follow the droplets of water cascading from his dark hair down his shoulders and torso. She was already aware that werewolves possessed the most sculpted physiques, so why was she staring now?She could feel heat crawl to her face at his nakedness. He was only covered with a piece of white cloth around his private parts. The rest of his body was unclothed and glistened in the wet. His bronzed skin, now clean of dirt, had a warm glow. He was suddenly unfamiliar to her eyes.When she came to a halt she quickly forced her gaze up to look at his face. He s

Aria returned to her room feeling a little off, like she wasn’t even in her own body. She never blushed. Never. But lately, that’s all she seemed to be doing. She understood it when it came to Ares, but now she was even blushing around the werewolf? Her enemy? Something had to be wrong with her. How could she react the same way to a man she actually liked and to someone she couldn’t stand?With a heavy sigh, she sat on her bed and stared out the window. She could still feel the warmth of his skin on her hand. And why was he suddenly speaking to her in that calm deep voice that reminded her of cozy mornings with coffee by the fire? She loved that feeling but hated him.Still feeling flushed, she went to the window and opened it, letting the cool breeze hit her face. That’s when she noticed Ares. He was sitting on a bench, watching the soldiers train. After a while, he leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sun. Aria watched him quietly for a moment, her eyes tracing the relaxed

“Oh!” Aria gasped and opened her eyes with a strangled cry.Elda leaned over her, looking worried. “My lady, are you alright?”No, she wasn’t. She was terrified. She quickly sat up and checked the front straps of her dress. They were still tied, but her heart was racing underneath them.“Just another nightmare,” she told Elda.Elda gave her a sympathetic look. “Come, let me help you get ready,” she said, gently guiding her out of bed.As Elda helped her through her morning routine, Aria stayed quiet, still shaken. That dream… It was disturbing. Two men at once. The prisoner. Being free. Being held down. Being kissed and touched by both of them. She shivered at the memory.Make her enjoy it? Make her his breedmate?Another shiver. Oh Lord. Something was wrong with her.Once the shock began to fade, she blamed the books. That had to be it. They were filling her head with ideas. Why else would she have such a dream?She walked over to her mattress and pulled out the books she’d been hid

Aria stared at the letters written by the prisoner. They looked genuine, not like something meant to fool her. But they didn’t match the strange symbols she had seen in her uncle’s notes.She closed the book, feeling like all of this had been a waste of time. She had searched through every language book in the library and still couldn’t find anything that looked like what she had seen on those notes.She shook her head, trying to push away the uneasy feeling growing inside her. What was going on, and why? She loved her uncle. She trusted him. She didn’t want to doubt him. He was the only family she had left.Suddenly, a horn sounded in the distance. That signal meant one thing, a werewolf attack nearby. She rushed to her room and met Elda in the hallway, who had come to help, knowing exactly what the horn meant. Together, they changed quickly, Elda helping Aria into her armor.“Be careful, my lady,” Elda said with worry in her voice.Aria gave her a firm nod, then hurried downstairs t

Yes.What happened to the man?He became a monster.And then?He died while killing his enemy. They both fell into an old well and were buried there.Her heart sank. She understood what he was telling her.He had become the monster. And he was ready to die with the enemy—share a grave with him. She couldn’t even ask him to stop. Because deep down, when she read that book, she had made the same choice.She would also become the monster. She would die fighting before giving in.What about the other story in the book? the one where the man won and ate the enemy? her uncle asked.When he ate the monster, it grew inside him, she replied.Her uncle nodded. You remember.Yes. It had always been her favorite. There was so much pain in that story. So much grief, anger, and hatred. Feelings she knew all too well.Without saying a word, her uncle reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key.Here, he said, placing it gently into her hand.Aria looked down at it, confused.“What’s this for?