Designated Survivor Aaron Novels & Stories

He looked down at the red spreading on his shirt. "You," he said with no breath. "You really lost it."Aaron fell down next to Elara. Blood spread under him on the stone. His breathing got rough and fast.Darius dropped the glass. What did he just do? Aaron was his friend. His brother. The only family he had left besides Celeste. "Aaron, I…." "Kael," Aaron whispered. His hand tried to touch Elara's face. "Kael is coming." Then his eyes went blank and still. Just like Celeste's did before.

I managed to gasp out. "Coma. She woke up and went back into a coma," Aaron said angrily. "Brianna too and Blake is dead." Blake, I might not have known him but the times I spent with him, he was an amazing person. He genuinely loved the guys and must have died trying to save me.

Then a voice she hadn’t heard in over a decade: “Mara. It’s me. Don’t believe what they’re showing you. He didn’t kill me. I’m alive.” Her knees buckled. The phone nearly slipped from her fingers. “...Aaron?” Before he could respond CLICK. Call ended. And on her phone screen a new photo appeared. Aaron. Bound. Alive. Holding a sign with one word written in blood: "RUN." She stared at the photo on her phone. Aaron. Older now. Hollow-eyed. Alive.

Hell is too cold to scald his skin and the same way he did to the poor women. With the remaining strength in my trembling legs, I walked out of the cottage and the stepped out into the open. Beta Aaron was there, attempting to separate the badly burnt dead bodies from the injured ones. “There are no survivors,” he called out the instant he saw me, straightening up. “Dante has done it again, the blood wolf has struck again.” Aaron bent down again and started separating the dead bodies with his hands. “I'm trying to see if there are any babies or small children who are managed to at least survive. But wait…”

"Not for them. Not for anyone. Just... stay right here for one second and let me feel that you're alright." And in that instant, with my chest heaving, wolf thundering, and heart hammering against my ribs, I realized: I would survive this night. Not because the world outside had changed. Not because my father or the client or Caleb had any mercy in them. But because Aaron was here. Right here. Holding me close like I was the most important thing to him, running his hands all over my body in an attempt to check for any wounds. For the first time since I had been dragged from the bath, I felt something like hope flare violently inside me.

He reached out with his uninjured right hand, his large fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw, his thumb brushing away a stray speck of soot from my cheek. "I've been ready for thirteen years, Rowan," I answered softly, a genuine, rare smile breaking across my face as I looked up into the amber depths of his eyes. The ghosts of my past–my mother, my father, and my little sister–were finally resting quietly in the soil, avenged by the very blade resting at my hip. I wasn't an assassin running from the dark anymore; I was a survivor standing in the light. Aaron raised his silver ritual blade, the polished edge catching the bright morning sun as he turned to face the circle of pack members.

Make him suffer. "But I assume that means that an opportunity to kill him shouldn't be missed on the grounds of being too merciful," Blair said. "No," I said through gritted teeth, "His heart stopping is your priority. If that means he doesn't suffer before it beats for the last time, I will at least take some satisfaction in knowing he will still suffer in hell." Half an hour later, I was watching as the divisions disbanded to fulfil their allocated roles. "Elena, Maria, Allison," I said calling over my sisters and their best friend.

“How did this happen? He was never an Alpha known for being cruel to his pack members. How could he let such a thing happen in his pack?” Alpha Damian asked, confusedly. “Actually, what I suffered was all the faults of his Luna, Roxanne.” “What the hell? What did you do to her to make her want you dead?” “Because I agreed to be her surrogate.” Alpha Damian stared at me in a daze. “I don't think I understand what you're talking about. Can you please repeat what you've just said?” “What I mean is, my twin boys are the Alphas.” “My goodness! You were actually pregnant for Alpha Cannon when they tried to have you killed?”

He said holding his ears. "It's ok. I have a doubt."I asked him. "Go on," "Why do you all three made only Aaron's wife as your sister?," I asked. "Because we three don't have sister and our relatives are not close. So we three made a decision that if Aaron gets married to a girl then she will be our sister," I can see Bro is not taking his eyes away from them. His eyes stuck on Sitara . "Brother, I think you should confess your love."I said placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Okay. I understand. Go back, take the time you need. I'll be here... waiting, checking in, making sure you're okay." I nodded my head , feeling relief. "Thank you. I just wanted to see how you'd take it." Zaire smirks lightly. "I survived. But I'm warning you I'll be texting, calling, FaceTiming... making sure you're thinking about me as much as I'm thinking about you." I laughs softly. "Deal." "I just... I think it would be good to go back for a bit, see my friends, feel normal again," i said softly.