“Our father was a twin, and he had an evil twin,“ Camille’s words resonated in Aria’s head. Aria Jean could not understand why the world hated twins this much. Whoever tagged twins as evil anyway? She had heard that there were rarely twins in their werewolf world but she had never really lived seeing any other twin evil or bad Although, their history claimed that all twins to ever exist had an evil twin. They always ended up causing disaster in the end. What if they turned out that way because the world branded them as evil I’m the first place? Aria looked back into Camille’s eyes. She wanted to say a lot but she didn’t know where to begin. She could see how tensed Camile looked just mentioning the thing about the evil twin. What if all Camille’s kindness faded away the moment Camile realised she was a twin too? “Did he. . .ever hurt anyone?“ Aria asked with hesitation. Camille gritted her teeth. Aria saw pain flash before Aria’s eyes. She immediately regretted aski
Voices plagued her dreams. Harsh whispers, loud screams, painful cries. Aria Jean tossed in her bed. She was uncomfortable. She was sweating all over. Memories from the past plagued her. She could feel the burning rage and hatred radiating from her father. She saw his angry face every time she tried to please him. She heard his scolding screams each time he rejected her. She heard his voice again, from the night of the ceremony. “I hereby cast you Aria Jean Hendrix out of the Blood Moon Pack. From today, you shall be a rogue and you shall be severed from the pack connection. You are no longer Hendrix, and you are no longer a member of my pack!” Those words cut through her heart and she felt herself drowning in a darkness that was beneath her. Suddenly, the images melted away and Damien’s face entered her dream. She saw his warm amber eyes. His eyes seemed to convey a message. It was a message that she understood clearly. Safety. There was safety in Damien’s eyes
The ray of the sun sipped behind the curtain and rested on Aria jean’s face. Two days had passed since the the nightmare from that night. She turned around to escaped from the warm light. She was already awake. She ran her hands through her hair that was scattered all over the place before she gave a loud yawn. She placed her hands on her trousers and straightened it. Aria moved away from the bed and headed for the toilet. She freshened up quickly, she came out and wore one of the clothes that was given to her. Damien had also promised her that he would take her out shopping. She really needed more clothes. “Hey,“ Damien’s voice echoed throughout the room startling Aria. She turned around almost breathless and her eyes met his. “I’m sorry for startling you,“ He apologized as he saw the fear in her warm eyes. “No it’s nothing really,“ Aria said before she smiled at him. “I just wanted to tell you that I may not be around this morning, I’m leaving jus
“Aria,“ She heard someone whisper her name. Aria stared at the picture with wide eyes. Aria wasn’t sure if it was in her head or if she heard the picture call out her name. Aria could not tear her eyes away from those cinnamon eyes. Was this Damien’s mom? Aria Jean thought to herself. But the woman was young and looked nothing like Damien. She looked the same age as her. Her black hair was placed up in a bun and the ball gown she wore hugged her body to the perfect size. She had full lashes and the perfect plump lip, she had a round face and the most delicate smile she had ever seen. Aria’s eyes strayed to her chest and she saw something she had seen somewhere. The crescent pendant. She stared intensely at the necklace until she remembered where she saw it. Damien’s tattoo. It was the same thing. “Aria!“ Damien’s deep voice called her name and she gasped in shock. She turned around to see an angry Damien approach her. “Damien? You’re back?“ Aria
“Please open the door I’ll tell you who the woman in the portrait is,“ Aria heard Damien say from behind the door. As much as she was angry with Damien for yelling at her, she also wanted to know who the woman in the portrait was. She still couldn’t tell if she had truly heard someone whisper her name or if it had been in her head the entire time. Whatever the answer was, she really wanted to know who the woman had been. Aria sat up from her bed and stared at the door warily. She didn’t want to see Damien but she was curious and curiosity they say, kills the cat. She was the cat. She let out a heavy sigh and got on her feet. Damien who was still standing by the door rested his head on it. The guilt he felt could burn down his soul. He was beginning to give up. He didn’t think Aria would open the door at all for him. He had succeeded in making Aria hate him. Just when he was about to walk away, he heard the door unlock and it came open. He stood upright immediately and s
“I forgive you,“ Aria whispered. Damien stared up at her in disbelief. He could not believe his ears. She had said it out loud. He could not believe that he had pulled it off. For the first time in his life, he had succeeded in getting through to a girl without his sister’s help. Aria stared down at his shocked warm amber eyes. She didn’t know what had pushed her to do it. Maybe it was her wolf— Keera who kept pushing her to forgive him. Or maybe it was because she felt entitled to forgive him. As she stared at his eyes, she felt the fear that she had felt earlier disappear from her heart. The nervousness that had been sitting on top of her heart like the fear had also disappeared. The anger she felt earlier was gone. She no longer hated him. She was no longer angry. Maybe it was because he had explained himself. It was because of his uncle. Suddenly, she remembered that his uncle was an evil twin just like her pack had declared upon her. She broke their gaze and looked awa
“She was my mate.“ The words resonated in Aria’s ears. Her breath got caught in her throat. She forgot that she was supposed to breathe. Her entire body had gone numb. She forgot that she was supposed to blink. She only stared at Damien. Damien searched for a form of reaction on Aria’s face but he could not find any. He waited for her to speak. He had no choice but to wait. Maybe this was her way of handling the news. Multiple thoughts ran through Aria’s head but she held on to one chain of thoughts. Damien had a mate. The moon goddess had already given Damien his mate. Which meant that Damien truly was not her mate. She didn’t have a mate. She was right all along. Damien was not her mate. There was no such thing as mates for the evil twin. The twin who was branded as evil. Damien having a mate before had only confirmed it. She was not his mate. She was right all along. Why then did Damien claim that she was his mate? What right did he have to try to make her believ
“Two years ago,“ Damien breathed. Aria suddenly felt pain hit her hard as the news reached her ears. Damien had lost his mate just two years ago while she was still sixteen. She remembered that there was a time when she was sixteen that she felt sudden pain hit her. She had felt sudden emptiness deep within her and she thought she was going to die. As soon as it came, it died down immediately. She had never got to know what had caused it. Could it had been because of the death of Liona? Aria took her eyes back to Damien. There was a storm in her eyes as Damien assessed her. Damien was fascinated by the fact that she felt this much connection to his dead mate. The Moon goddess had known from the start that Liona was going to be taken away from him. Yet why did the moon goddess have to create a link with his old mate and a new mate? What was the moon goddess playing at? “How did she— die? How?“ Aria asked. She felt herself become uncomfortable. Breathing became ha