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*************************** Hey loves! Thank you so much for your love and Support to the Velenoso and all characters. I hope I did entertain you all with the story of Aaron and Bella. I saw how you have been adoring this story so I thought to reward you with another extraordinary and blast story of Aria Salvatore knight in APRIL. Stay tuned and wait for one month to meet your Powerful Pakhan of Bratva and the velenoso’s Daughter bloodstained chemistry. Please follow me on F* (Mani gem)

I love all my readers and I want to do better for all of you. But hey, I have another book coming up. It's a YA/ Teen Romance this time, only you'll find werewolves running the school campus in this new world I created. You can search it up on Goodnovel and just type in "ALPHA HUNTER". Oh, it's a world where only a few hybrids are found too. Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and don't hesitate to leave gems, if you'd like. ;) See you on my next adventure with Ava and Hunter! Best, Alora~

Theme: Defiance and Sacrifice (Aria's POV) As I creep back into camp, my mind still spinning from the revelations I discovered, the chill night air clings to my skin. Xander's role in concealing the forbidden love between Mara and Dorian The weight of old laws that smother us all makes everything feel wrong.

I pulled the ledger toward me, the parchment tingling under my fingertips as the words seemingly played themselves in my head. My sorceress counterpart stirred in my soul with delight like she had chanced upon a feast of something I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to swallow. “What an interesting little book,” She purred. I continued flipping until a page caught my eye. It was the drawing of my necklace, the one handed to me by Ethan on behalf of my birth mom. My head churned as I read about it unconsciously tapping the necklace itself as it rested innocently on my chest. The information pulled a wicked thought in my head and my sorceress counterpart purred again.

Xavier’s POV The scent of burnt ozone still clung to the stone walls. I stood in the shattered entrance to the council chamber, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The runes etched into the archway — meant to repel any Lycan, king or not — were fractured, spiderwebbing out from where Marcus had rammed us through. The council scattered from my path like leaves in a storm, but I wasn’t here for them. I was here because the world had shifted… because something ancient had grazed Alara. Because a corrupted rogue had looked at her — at my mate — and spoken of a master. A master who wanted her.

I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, and I winced. “Rene, I won’t ask again. The next time I have to ask, I will drag you out of here.” I should have been angry at Kai for speaking to me this way. My pussy said otherwise, throbbing with arousal and weeping with wetness. It was confusing.

he vowed, his eyes locked on the rune he was drawing, "I give you everything I am. My fears, my failures, my triumphs. The darkest corners of my mind are yours to wander. You are the keeper of my soul, Aria." The magic in the paste reacted to his words, flaring brightly for a second before settling into a steady, silver thrum against her skin. Aria felt the pack bond—usually a vast, generalized hum in the back of her mind—suddenly snap entirely into focus on the man in front of her. A literal, invisible tether pulled tight in her chest, anchoring her to him. Xander dipped his finger again. This time, he moved to the pulse point on the side of her neck, tracing a sweeping, crescent-shaped sym

Her sword glowed like eternal light and her serene expression was unbroken even in battle. This was the goddess of the weavers, *** Author’s Note: This is the end of arc 2. Arc 3 resumes tomorrow. I’d love to thank all of you for reading through it all. You are all amazing. What to expect in Arc 3: More information, a much wider world, Aria and Lucien’s life-changing for the better finally, maybe, the promise of a child. And? The first appearance of Aria’s father. And much more.

"Not yet, Princess. But I intend to." The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open before us, revealing the glittering assembly of two royal courts. All eyes turned to us, Prince Thorne Silvercliff, the Alpha heir of the most powerful werewolf kingdom, and me, Princess Arianthe Moonvale, the wolfless disgrace, walking in together as if we belonged at each other's side. And somewhere deep inside me, in the secret place where I'd long ago buried all hope, something wild and ancient stirred, stretched, and began to wake.

When the second body falls to her feet, she looks up at me, blood dripping down her chin, and her eyes slowly returning to her normal colours, though the red one only changes by a shade or two. “She’s a vampire?” We both turn to face the cell and I smirk at Xavier, “she’s a tribrid.” He scoffs, and all three of them shake their heads in disbelief. Aurora wipes the blood from her face with the back of her hand and glares at all of them. “I’m also your queen, so show me some fucking respect.” Fucking Nyx, she’s perfectly terrifying. Xavier’s pupils dilate in horror under her hardened gaze and the other two shrink back, avoiding her eyes.