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ONE

ARIAThe words tasted like ash in my mouth, but I forced them out anyway.“We should break up.”Adrian froze in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, the scent of pine and cold wind clinging to his leather jacket. Three months.Three months of waiting, of counting the days until my Alpha returned from the pack raid up north. Three months of holding my breath, and this was how I greeted him.His handsome face, all sharp angles and storm-grey eyes, went perfectly still. Then it fractured.“What?” The word was a breath, a disbelieving puff of air in the quiet of my bedroom—the small omega quarters I’d been assigned, not ours. Never ours. “Aria, what are you saying?”I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the thin cotton of my dress like a poor shield. “I mean it, Adrian. You should… you should reject the bond. It’s for the best.”He took a step forward, and the room seemed to shrink. “For the best?” he echoed, his voice low, roughened by the journey. “Look at me.”I could

Last Updated : 2026-06-24

TWO

ARIANo.That was the only thought I had. Just that one word, repeating, filling every empty space in my head.No. No. No.I was already moving before I even made the decision to move. My feet just went, carrying me back down the corridor, away from the door, away from his father’s voice still ringing in my ears. Good boy.My hand flew to my mouth. I could feel everything trying to come up at once, the tears, the scream, all of it pressing against the back of my throat, and I swallowed it down and kept moving. Liana arrives in two days.I turned a corner. Then another. My chest was caving in on itself and I didn’t know where I was going, just away, just somewhere that wasn’t there, somewhere I didn’t have to stand and be the last person in the pack to figure out what everyone else already knew.That bitch.I made a sound. Small and broken. It slipped out before I could catch it and I heard footsteps behind me almost immediately, the low murmur of voices, and my body went cold.I could

Last Updated : 2026-06-24

THREE

ARIA—-SIX YEARS LATER. I was late. Fourteen minutes, by the time I pushed through the staff entrance and shoved my bag into my locker. Fourteen minutes that felt like a personal failure even though I’d spent the last three hours at the hospital watching my son get poked with needles while he tried very hard not to cry. He never cried. That was the thing about Eli. Five years old and braver than anyone I’d ever met, lying in that hospital bed with his little fists curled at his sides, telling me he was fine, Mama, go to work, I’m fine. Leukemia didn’t care that he was five. It didn’t care about anything. I tied my apron strings and shoved everything else down where I kept it, deep and locked and not accessible during working hours. I needed this job. I needed the money. I needed to get through tonight without losing either. “Maya.” Daniel was already coming toward me from across the floor, which was never a good sign. My boss was a practical man. He didn’t move fast unless someth

Last Updated : 2026-06-24

FOUR

ARIA The night air hit me and I stood there for exactly two seconds, just breathing, just trying to get my heartbeat to slow down enough to think.Why is he here?What is he doing? Of all the human cities to come to, why this one? And why the restaurant? Six years of nothing and then he walks into the back room of the place I work like it’s nothing. Like the universe has a very specific and very cruel sense of humor. And his face. I hadn’t wanted to see that, I hadn’t wanted to stand close enough to watch something move through his eyes, hurt and fury and something else underneath both of them that I couldn’t name and didn’t want to. I shook my head and started walking, it didn’t matter, none of it mattered, what mattered was Eli. Getting to Eli, running and leaving before Adrian started searching. Because I know him, now that he knows I’m alive, he’ll find me. And he’ll find Eli. And the last thing I wanted was for him to find my son. I pulled out my phone quickly.Abby picked

Last Updated : 2026-06-24

FIVE

ADRIANDead. That’s what they told me. Six years ago, standing in the ash and the ruin of my mother’s house, the pack’s best trackers confirmed what the fire had already said. Nobody, no remains. Nothing that could be identified as anything, just ash and the smell of accelerant and the end of everything.I had stood there and felt the mate bond go cold inside my chest and I had not moved for a very long time.I keep coming back to that night. The way the smoke smelled. The way Cassian had to physically pull me back from the doorway because I was trying to walk into a building that had already collapsed in on itself, like there was still something to save, like six hours hadn’t already passed.She used to laugh at me for things like that. For not knowing when to stop.I’d known her since we were children. Eleven years old, both of us, and I remembered the exact day, the training yard, her standing at the edge of it in boots two sizes too big because nobody had bothered to get her prope

Last Updated : 2026-06-24

SIX

ARIAI’d thought I knew what fear was, I’d been wrong. The fear I felt with Marcus’s hand at my throat, his weight pressing me into the wall, was a different type of fear than anything I’d known. I remember thinking, very clearly, I am going to die in this place and nobody is going to find me, my son is going to be left with no one. Then Adrian was there, and the fear shifted into something else, because the look on his face as he pulled Marcus off me wasn’t rescue. It was annihilation. I watched him hit Marcus again and again and I understood, somewhere underneath the panic, that he wasn’t going to stop on his own.“You’re going to kill him,” my voice broke as I witnessed his fury, I didn’t expect him to stop but he did. He turned to look at me and something moved across his face, fast, raw, the cold cracking wide open for just a second. Then he was crossing the distance between us, his hands coming up, checking my collar, my throat, my arms, quick and clinical and somehow also ach

Last Updated : 2026-06-25

SEVEN

ARIA“Where’s my son?” I was already moving before the car had fully stopped, the door barely open, my feet hitting the pavement at a run. Someone caught my arm gently.“This way.” A nurse, already waiting. “He’s stable. He’s in our private ward.”Stable. The word didn’t fully land until I was halfway down the corridor, my heart still going too fast to process anything properly.The room they brought me to wasn’t like any hospital room I’d ever stood in. Wide windows, soft lighting, a real bed instead of the narrow ones I was used to.Eli was asleep in the middle of it, small against the pillows, an IV taped neatly to the back of his hand, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that was finally even, I went to him and pressed my lips to his forehead and didn’t move for a long moment.“He’s okay,” a voice said behind me. Adrian’s. Flat, but not unkind.“He’ll stay that way ”I turned. “How is this even—” I gestured at the room, the equipment, all of it clearly beyond anything Daniel’s

Last Updated : 2026-06-25

EIGHT

ARIAThe laugh stayed in the air between us, sharp and ugly.“You’re confused,” he said, when he saw my face. “You think gratitude is owed. You misheard me, sweetheart. I said I’d help. I never said it would be free.”“You told the doctor—”“I told the doctor I’d be the donor.” He shrugged, unbothered. “I didn’t tell him on what terms.”I stared at him. “What is wrong with you?”He took a step closer, hands in his pockets, perfectly relaxed, like this was nothing more than a business negotiation he was mildly enjoying.“Nothing’s wrong with me. I just don’t see why I should hand you anything for free. You’re not a saint, Aria. You’re a woman who stole from me, lied to my entire pack about her own death, and vanished for six years. Helping you for nothing does absolutely nothing for me.”“What do you want?” He kept going like I hadn’t spoken, working himself up into something colder.“Do you understand what I went through? Six years thinking you were ash. Six years of—”“What do you wan

Last Updated : 2026-06-25

NINE

ARIAThe laugh was still sitting in the air between us, I stared at him. He was leaning back in his chair, completely relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, looking at me the way someone looks at a joke that just keeps getting funnier, like my relief had been the punchline and he’d been waiting for it the whole time.“You genuinely thought I’d just help you,” he said. “Just like that. No strings.”“You told the doctor—”“I told the doctor I’d be the donor.” He tilted his head. “I didn’t say anything about free” something cold settled in my stomach.“He’s a child,” I said.“I’m aware.”“Adrian.” I leaned forward. “Whatever is between us, he has nothing to do with it. He is a child who is sick and he needs help and you cannot—”“I can do whatever I want.” He said it simply. Plainly. Like he was explaining something to someone very slow. “That’s rather the point of owning everything in a fifty mile radius.”I looked at him. This man in his expensive suit in his expensive hospital in hi

Last Updated : 2026-06-26

TEN

ARIAI stared at the phone on the table, then at him, then back at the phone, and I think I actually laughed—a short, disbelieving sound that died in my throat before it could finish leaving me"You're joking," I saidHe didn't smile. Didn't blink. Just stood there by that narrow door I hadn't noticed before, his hand resting on the frame like he was already halfway through it, like I was already dismissed"I never joke about business""It's past midnight, Adrian""Then I suggest you move fast"The words landed like stones in my chest. I looked at the phone again, a sleek black rectangle, a leash disguised as a device. Eight Alphas. Three months of negotiations. Every note, every correspondence, every follow-up. By five in the morning"That's impossible," I said, and my voice cracked on the last syllable. "That's five hours of work in five hours. You can't expect me to—""I can expect whatever I want." His voice was flat, unmoved, carved from the same cold stone as everything else abo

Last Updated : 2026-06-26

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