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He too, felt the same way. If they could take things a bit further tonight then..that would be great. As for the other things, he would worry about them later. “I'll go get the wine, please, meet me downstairs.” “Okay.” Violet agreed. “See you then.” As soon as Alaric left the room, she started to prepare her bath so she would at least remember some of the magnificent things she did and said while she was drunk. She bathed and wore a light peach robe that stopped on her toes. She only wore breast pads and panties so the heat of the wine wouldn't make her try to remove her clothes.

Ariella’s POV I didn’t sleep. Not even an hour. My night was raw, fractured by jagged thoughts. All I could see was the fire I’d sparked underneath Damon’s empire, burning bright behind my eyes. By 5:00 a.m. I dressed in a black turtleneck, flat shoes, and gloves—shadows for armor, not fashion. I ghosted through the penthouse, each step silent, deliberate. At the burner, the message glowed with unease:

“I knew this girl would always turn out to be a conniving wretch!” “Celeste, that’s enough,” Xander warned, his voice low. Arnold’s composure cracked. “Arielle, do you have any idea what you’re saying?” “I know,” Arielle replied, her tone calm but cold. “And I understand it better than ever.” Gasps rippled through the room as she raised her voice. “I, Arielle Mooncrest, Luna of Moon Titan Pack, reject Alpha Arnold Ashford.” Arnold’s eyes widened. “Arielle, you’re out of your mind! The Moon Goddess brought us together—why are you rejecting our bond now?”

The latter sounded happier than the future bride. "It's been so many years, Ariel! Mr. Anderson has finally decided to make you his actual partner! This is great news! Now that Mr. Anderson is backing you up, there's nothing for you to worry about! Your schedule will be chock full of gigs from now on! Let me make an announcement right here, right now! Simone Moore is nothing to me from today onward!" As Ariel listened to Jodie's words, she couldn't help but smile giddily. Joy was written all over her face at that time. It was as though she was immersed in rose-colored fantasies of her life after getting married to Stephen.

Amber said quickly. Raymond stepped forward and carefully laid her mother onto the center of the platform. The moment her body touched the stone— The light beneath it flared. Bright. Alive. Amber’s breath caught. “What is it doing?” Selene asked. The guide’s voice was calm now. “It is responding to her blood.” Amber stepped closer slowly, her heart pounding. Her mother’s chest rose slightly. Stronger. Color began to return faintly to her skin. Hope surged through Amber so quickly it almost hurt. “It’s helping her,” she said. “Yes,” the guide replied.

Her fingers trembled as they hovered over her phone, re-reading his last message: Don’t touch yourself tonight, Ari. I want you trembling for me by tomorrow. She swallowed hard. Her body was on fire, her sheets damp with need, but she kept her promise. Barely. The next morning, Arielle dressed like sin. A black mini skirt. No panties. An oversized white shirt that still smelled like Xavier’s cologne, because it was his. She tied the ends in a knot just above her navel and left two buttons undone, exposing the deep curve of her cleavage.

Omega’s humble servant is hardly tolerated by the wolves and is destined to be his bearer. "She chosen by the goddess of the moon," said Moira in a trembling voice, Aria Blackthorne, the true companion of Alpha Kyle Morrison. The forest is confused. "It’s definitely a mistake!" Lyric's voice broke. "I don’t see anything! She is nothing! " "Why become Omega Moon?" The others scream.

But Ariel had never been hers to control. Sloane spent the night hunting for the girl in the seediest bars of the city. Finally, the link connected. "I’m at the Night Color Bar. Come and see the show!" Ariel chirped before cutting the line. Sloane hurried to the neon-lit den, but what she found made her blood run cold. Ariel was on a table, wearing a mask, performing a vulgar, erratic dance. She was clearly under the influence of something potent. Sloane lunged forward, grabbing the girl’s wrist. "Ariel! Stop this!"

Vincent's urgent voice came through: "Ariel, how are things going? Have you succeeded?" Ariel glanced at his watch and responded calmly, "Don't worry, Mister Vincent. Give me two more minutes, and I'll ensure the plan is executed." "Good. In two minutes, I'll cut the power to Diseya." "Understood," Ariel replied, ending the call. He then turned to his team, who all flashed sinister smiles. These individuals were not genuine rich kids. They were risk-takers willing to gamble with their future to accomplish the Night Demon Project.

He lowered himself onto the blankets, his ears perked and swiveling at every faint sound beyond the room. Odin appeared last. His deep amber coat shimmered beneath the moonlight, black tribal markings winding down his legs and disappearing into the darker fur along his body. A crimson-red earring hung from one ear, catching the moonlight whenever he moved and casting a tiny glimmer across the floor. Unlike the other two, Odin didn't survey the room. He walked directly around to the right side of the bed before jumping effortlessly onto the mattress. Lowering his massive frame beside Raymond, he gently nudged his knuckles with his nose, then settled against him and closed his eyes.