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Aria's pov​"Run."​The word didn't come from a voice, but from the very air itself, thick and tasting of ozone.I woke to the sound of screaming. Not the exciting screams of children playing, but raw cries that tore through the stillness of the forest. My heart slammed against my ribcage before my feet even hit the ground. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.There was a heavy, metallic stench that made my stomach heave. Blood.​"Maeve!" Her name was a jagged glass shard in my throat.Flames licked the edges of our homes, scattering ashes into the night. Shadows danced across the wreckage, moving like predators that knew exactly where to strike. The pack was screaming, shoving, clawing, trying to fight back, but it wasn’t enough. I knew we were outnumbered.​I saw her then. My cousin Maeve was backed against a burning timber, clutching a broken branch as if it could stop the monsters lunging from the dark.​"Maeve! Get down!" I lunged, my fingers inches from her tun

Aria's pov​"You’re limping."​"I’m fine," I lied.​I didn't look up from the silk sheets of the bed I’d been confined to for the last forty-eight hours. The voice belonged to Noah, cold, smooth, and as inevitable as the tide. I could feel him standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of the guest suite, the morning sun casting his shadow long across the marble floor.​I didn’t agree to go with him.​That was the lie I told myself every time I closed my eyes and saw the ash of my home. It was the lie I whispered when his hand closed around my wrist, gentle yet firm, a grip that made it clear resistance was a fairy tale I could no longer afford to believe in.​"Omegas don't heal as fast as Alphas, Aria. Don't let your pride make the injury worse." He finally moved, his expensive shoes silent on the rug.​He sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, and the scent of rain and cedar filled my lungs again, making my wolf stir with a traitorous sense of safety.​"I w

​(Noah’s POV)​I had planned for every variable.​The security at the gates, the vintage of the wine, the exact timing of the Northern Alphas' arrival, everything had been anticipated to project one thing: perfection. The Vaelor name was built on the illusion of perfection, and tonight was supposed to be the crowning achievement of my leadership.​I had planned for Aria to be my masterpiece. I wanted them to see her in the red velvet, a flame among the ashes of Blackthorne history. I wanted them to see the mark and understand that I was in control.​I also wanted to see how seductive she would look in that dress. No doubt I was already crazy about her, even though I was doing a poor job of hiding it. My heart skipped as I saw her walk down the steps, her hand locked in my brother’s. He always knew how to provoke me, the way his fingers lingered on her skin, but I couldn't deny the effect she had on the room. She radiated royalty, beauty, and a certain aura that made my mind go numb

​Cassian’s POV​"Clear the floor!" Noah’s voice boomed over the clinic’s intercom system, his tone dripping with a lethal, alpha authority that turned the air icy. "Every civilian, every staff, out! If you are still in this building in sixty seconds, you will be considered an enemy and you will not survive."​Panic erupted. The sound of fleeing footsteps and shattering glass filled the hallways as people scrambled to obey. I didn't care. I moved like a blur, scenting the air for Aria. My knuckles were already stained dark with the blood of Julian’s men who dared to block my path.​I reached the surgical wing first, kicking the heavy steel doors off their hinges. I expected to see Aria strapped to a table, her skin glowing with that void-touched black. Instead, the room was empty.​The bed was stripped. There was nothing here but a lingering, sickly scent of lavender and a discarded, empty vial of violet liquid rolling across the floor.​Noah stormed in behind me, his eyes glowing a