Semua Bab The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Bab 1 - Bab 3

Aria's Point of View The pack house is finally silent, after what feels like forever. I stand in front of the full length mirror tucked into the corner of my room, the moonlight pouring in through the open balcony doors behind me. My reflection stares back at me: bold red lipstick, smoky eyes, dark curls tumbling over my bare shoulders. The black mini dress hugs my every curve, it's short enough to scandalize, and snug enough to provoke an argument if any of the Lycans saw me. I grin at the thought. The heels in my hand dangle like a challenge. I’ll put them on once I’m off the pack grounds. No need to announce my escape with every click across the marble floors. The fourth floor of the pack house is reserved for family, royalty, technically. My room has gold trim around the door and silk curtains that match the crest of my father’s bloodline. It’s supposed to be a place of pride, a reflection of status. But to me, it’s just a gilded cage with a beautiful view. A constant reminder

Aria's Point of View The sky is just beginning to soften, the first hint of dawn brushing the treetops in pale streaks of blue and gray. Birds haven’t even started yet. The world is quiet, too quiet. The kind of silence that carries guilt like smoke in the air. I land lightly on the balcony as I climb over the railing, my bare feet hitting the cool stone without a sound. My dress is rumpled, one strap slipping off my shoulder. My curls are half fallen from their clip, and my heels dangle from my fingers. I left them in my hand halfway through the run back from the edge of the forest. I should’ve come back earlier. I know better. I straighten slowly, slipping back into the practiced silence of a girl who’s done this before, too many times to count. I step towards the glass doors, already rehearsing a lie. Something vague, harmless. Maybe a joke. Maybe just pretend I was asleep the whole night and gaslight whoever questions it. But the second I slide the door open, I freeze. He’s