All Chapters of Rosie's Bloom: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aria's POV✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 13 years later ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦It was the shifting season. My memories were slowly returning but i couldn't find a memory of myself being in a clinic for a week. Yes, Lara had told me that I was in a hospital for a week due to an incident. That was all I could get from her. Whenever I tried probing her for further information she would close off on me. "You'll be shifting today," Lara told me feeling so excited for me. She was an early bloomer. She shifted into her wolf for the first time when she turned 13. Middle bloomers shifted into their wolves when they turned 16, for me... I believed I was a late bloomer despite the rumors that went around saying I was cursed. I read books and I was sure that curses could be lifted. I had Lara who always stood by my side giving me encouragement all day. "Yes, hopefully," I replied flashing her a smile. It was evening time, and the full moon was out. The shifting period was the only time Omega's were allowed to dress in beautiful

Aria's POV I just lost my dad to the cruel hands of death. I wasn't even allowed to give him a befitting burial ceremony talk more of mourning him for a week as every other higher authority would be given. I was an Omega in the Red Moon Pack. I started thinking about my life. Since birth, I was ridiculed for having to be born into an Omega family. At the age of 5, I was taken into the Alpha's ward to work as a maid. My parents could only pity me as they had no right to interfere. Everyone hated me in this ward. I hated myself for having to be born in this life. With every passing night, I hoped to finally be free from the clutches of wickedness. Who was I to dream as, a lowly servant? "You're still in bed till this time," my friend, Lara said coming to drag me out of bed. "You do know that you would be on the receiving end of beatings if anything goes wrong today." Her voice was laced with pity for me. I hated being pitied. I hated being looked down on. I hated being weak. I belie

Aria's POVWarmth. That was the first thing I felt. Not the usual cold draft of the servant quarters. Not the sting of bruises or the bite of cruel words. Just warmth, wrapped around me like a whisper of safety.I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft candlelight. The scent of mint and firewood filled my lungs. I knew that scent. Him.I turned my head, wincing, and found Ares sitting in the corner of the room, arms folded, eyes half closed but alert. He was guarding me.Why?My chest ached, not from the attack, but from the memory of what he had said to me the day before. How he had spat venom into my soul and then treated me like something worthless. And yet, here he was."Do not pretend you are asleep," he muttered without looking at me.I did not reply.His voice softened, barely a whisper. "You could have died."I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to ask him why it would matter to him if I had. But instead, I said nothing. Because if I opened that door, I fear

James' POVI watched the two of them, Ares and Aria, with growing unease. There was something shifting between them, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. And I wasn’t sure it was a good thing. I had always known that Ares was more than just an Alpha he was a protector, a leader, but even he wasn’t immune to the effects of his emotions. And Aria… I had seen her rise from the depths of despair. I had seen her become more than just a broken servant. But now, I was starting to wonder if she was heading into something she couldn’t control. “She’s changing,” I said to Ares one evening, after a long day of training. Ares looked up from his papers, his expression unreadable. “What do you mean?” “She’s stronger. But she’s also more… distant. More closed off. He didn’t answer immediately, but I saw the flicker of something in his eyes guilt, maybe. Regret. Whatever it was, it was enough to make me speak again. “I’m just saying, Ares, that you need to be careful. You’re not the only o

Ares’ POV James’ words haunted me long after he left the war chamber. She will rise. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard those words. It wasn’t even the second. The night I found Aria in the Silver Forest, collapsed and barely breathing, the same phrase had been whispered in the wind. Not loud enough for anyone else to hear just enough for it to curl under my skin and stay there. That night, I’d told myself it was nothing. Exhaustion. The forest playing tricks on me. But then I found the scroll. And the scroll didn’t lie. The chamber was quiet now. Just me, the flicker of candlelight, and the weight of what I knew. The patrol reports sat untouched on the table pages of neat handwriting detailing every corner of our territory but I couldn’t focus on them. My eyes kept drifting to the torn parchment spread out before me. It was brittle with age, its edges curling inwards like it was trying to hide its own secrets. The ink was faded in some places, darker in others, as if the