All Chapters of 30 days to save my alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rain was hitting the glass like fingers. Cold, sharp, merciless. Aria Blake was pressed against the ICU glass, staring inside. Her breath was turning cold. Her heart... that had already died 3 days ago. On the bed inside lay Damon Voss. Alpha King of the Voss Pack. 6 foot 3, broad chest, a face hard like stone. Even now. Even in death. Machines were beeping. But that sound was a lie. Two hours ago the doctor had held her hand and said, "I'm sorry Ms. Blake. Time of death: 11:59 PM." 11:59 PM. One minute before his 26th birthday. Aria clenched her fist. Her nails dug into her palm. She needed pain. This pain was less than that. The scene from 3 days ago was playing in her eyes like a film. That same turn. That same night. Those same truck headlights tearing through the darkness. Aria had slipped. Her foot gave way in the rain. And the truck was coming straight at her. She had closed her eyes. She had felt death. Then... a strong shove. Hot breath. Golden eyes that stared int

Selena Voss smiled from the second floor balcony. Her red nails tapped against the railing. Red hair fell like blood over her shoulders. Red eyes watched Damon’s broad back as he walked away, Aria’s scent still clinging to him."So... the human has his attention already. Interesting."Her lips curled. 10 years she had waited. 10 years she had been groomed to be the next Luna of Voss Pack. And in 30 seconds, some weak human girl had done what she couldn’t.Selena pulled out her phone. One text. Three words."Watch the human."Below, Damon didn’t look back. But his jaw tightened. He could feel eyes on him. Wolves always could. He hated it.Beside him, Aria was still frozen. Rain dripped from her eyelashes. Her wrist throbbed where Damon’s hand had been. Not from pain. From heat. From the way his thumb had pressed against her pulse like he needed to feel her alive."You okay?" Ethan asked quietly, breaking the silence.Aria nodded. Lie. She wasn’t okay. She was 16 again, 10 years too ear

The locket pulsed once against Aria’s chest, hot as a living thing. Damon’s arms were still locked around her on the balcony, his heartbeat thundering against her ribs. For three seconds, the world held its breath. Then the glass shattered. A black arrow hissed past Damon’s ear and exploded against the stone wall, spraying shards of ice that sizzled where they landed. The scent of wolfsbane filled the air. “Down!” Damon roared, shoving Aria to the floor as a second arrow came. He moved like a shadow, faster than human eyes could track. His claws slid out with a soft _shink_, and the next arrow he caught mid-air. The wood splintered in his fist. Aria hit the cold stone, heart hammering. The countdown timer in her vision flickered: _29:22:48:00_. Twenty-nine days. But right now, she had three seconds to live. Below them, the gardens erupted. Shadows peeled away from the hedges. Five rogues in black armor surged toward the balcony, their eyes glowing amber. Selena’s text wasn’t

The pack moved like shadows. Trucks with blacked-out windows rumbled through the back roads of the territory, engines low and careful. No headlights. No radio. Only the sound of tires on asphalt and the steady rhythm of wolves breathing in the dark. Aria sat beside Damon in the lead truck. Her hands rested on the locket. It was cold now. Quiet. Like it had used all its strength in the safe room and was waiting. _29:20:15:00._ Twenty-nine days. Twenty hours. Fifteen minutes. Damon hadn’t spoken in ten minutes. His shoulder was bandaged, but blood had already seeped through the white cloth. He stared out the window, jaw tight, Alpha mask locked in place. Only his thumb moving against the seat gave him away. Rubbing slow circles on the leather. A habit. A tell. “You should let someone else drive,” Aria said softly. She kept her voice low. The truck was full of his wolves. They were all listening, even if they pretended not to. “I’m fine,” Damon said. The same lie he’d told

The inside of the truck was dark. Only the faint glow of the dashboard and the sound of Aria’s breathing filled the space. Damon’s head still rested in her lap. The blood on his shirt had dried, but it was warm. He was alive. He was breathing. Aria tore a piece of her scarf and pressed it against his wound, as if pressure alone could hold death back. The locket against her chest was cold now. A few minutes ago it had burned like fire. Now it was silent. Exhausted. As if it had spent all its strength too. “Prepare,” Marcus said from the front seat. His hands were steady on the wheel. “The new hideout is twenty miles away. An old warehouse. No one knows about it.” Aria didn’t answer. She ran her fingers through Damon’s hair. There was a streak of blood on his forehead. She wiped it away with her thumb. Slowly. As if he were made of glass. “I’m not going to let you die,” she whispered, just for him. “Understand? You promised. You said you wouldn’t let me be afraid. So you keep