Novel & Cerita Arie Family

He knows what I’m doing, looking him in the eyes is one of the biggest disrespect to an Alpha. “Misha! Nathaniel! Take your positions.” I turn to face my opponents. Misha my new sworn enemy and Nathaniel, the arrogant alpha who keep shoving me into walls for sport. They both smirk like this is going to be fun. I breathe in deeply. I am Aria Evans, daughter of Alpha Roderick of the Fullmoon wolves. Nobody messes with me. I recite it in my head over and over. It sounds foolish, but I hold onto it anyway. The words are all I have. I get into stance recalling everything my father taught me and smile even though my heart is hammering.

I was back to my normal form. I was determined to find her. I need her. So I described her to my men and within an hour, they brought all the information I needed about her. Aria Thompson. The first daughter of Alpha Richie, from Westwood Pack. She was in a relationship with my nephew but for some reason, they broke up. I didn’t bother finding out why they broke up. I was just glad they did. So now, there’s no man in her life and I was free to come sweep her off her feet.

"Running off with that feral Lycan King. You’ve dragged our name through the gutter. You brought shame to this family." Aria wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, smearing the crimson across her pale skin. She looked at the woman who claimed to have raised her. Instead of cowering, Aria let out a low, defiant laugh that echoed off the damp concrete walls. She spat the blood right at Eleanor’s designer shoes. "Family?" Aria’s voice was a jagged blade. "You are not my family. You never were. My true family is the one you’ve kept locked in the dark like animals for twenty-one years."

"Aria is an only child. She was an only child when I met her. She was an only child every Christmas she came to our house. She was an only child when our father died and she was the only one who came to the funeral besides me. Aria is an only child." "Aria was placed with Iris Sinclair as a closed adoption. Iris was told the baby had no living relatives. Iris was lied to. The biological mother kept the second baby off the books. Gave her to another family. Different state. Different name. The other twin grew up as Rose Taylor." "How do you know this."

ADAM’S POV The family dinner was surprisingly successful. At first, Aria's family was noticeably uncomfortable, their guarded expressions betraying their skepticism. The atmosphere was tense, each moment fraught with the unspoken history between us. But gradually, the tension began to dissipate. The conversation flowed more naturally, touching on business and light-hearted topics. They asked me about my well-being, their concern genuine yet tinged with wariness.

“Good. You may go home early as well. Before you do kindly call for the driver, tell him to prepare the car in 10 minutes, we will be heading home. “Yes, sir.” Ms. Sue was a little surprise because her boss is a little excited to go home. It’s very rare of him. Regardless, she is happy because she will be able to have a date with her boyfriend this early. Arya arrived at the mansion and plans to go straight to her room to avoid interacting with Vanessa. Unfortunately, in the living room she saw the three most hated people in her list. “Sis you’re back! Mum , dad, I told you sis is back,” Vanessa announced excitedly. Mr. and Mrs. Brown were surprised to see their adopted daughter to be back i

Aria Strong had been raised by the Black Dahlia mafia group in their children’s home. Every orphan there had some connection to the group — Some of their parents died in the line of duty. Some were found on the streets during random missions. Others were the children dragged crying out of cabinets after the mafia executed their parents. Once in the home, they were all the same. Outside of the home, there were some differences. Especially in terms of their individual specialties. “What are you wearing?!” Phoebe, Aria’s colleague in the HR department, looked horrified. “Aria, darling, those colors clash horribly with your hair.”

The weight of the discovery settled deep in his chest. Aria had spent her life running from hunters. Living in fear. Believing the world wanted her dead because of a prophecy. And the man responsible for that nightmare… Was Ryan’s own father. Ryan rolled the scroll shut slowly. One terrible thought began to form in his mind. If Aria ever discovered the truth… She might never forgive him….. Or worse she chooses to avenge them… Because he now knew the truth,the blood of the king who destroyed her family… Still ran through his veins.

How could he ever protect my daughter with just his charms? One day, I had a terrible hunch when Bhari challenged me to a duel for the alpha position. There were tremendous complaints from the youngsters that they didn't want Ari to stay in the tribe, so they urged my prospective successor, Bhari, to challenge me. I accepted the challenge despite my hunch, so I had no other choice but to trust Dillon about Ari's safety while asking Acwulf to accept them into the Forest Wolf Tribe if ever I failed to defend my position. His son, Lowell, the current alpha of their tribe, agreed without hesitation, as if he already knew my daughter. Even so, it would be better if he could manage to have my daug

She misses them so much, Aria tries every day to forget about her family but the more she does the more the pain grows Today marked one year since her parents died, she didn't even know how the accident happened. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. Flashback from April 19, 2017 "Aria sweetie, I and your father are going out on a date, can u please watch the house" she heard her mother's soft voice said Nodding her head, she looked up to see her mother dressed in a white dress that was above her knees. "You look beautiful Mom," she said in awe