Aria’s POV The walk back to the omega’s cottage was surprisingly short. I took a deep breath as the door to the cottage came into view.Twisting the knob, surprisingly the door wasn’t locked. I pushed the door open, and its creaking sound pierced the silence. The dim candlelit room showed the omega seated in an old rocking chair, her eyes closed while her back was leaned into an old wooden rocking chair. As the smell of apricot and cinnamon invaded my senses. Something about it reminded me of my home before the pack-house.“I thought we were done talking?” she said.She must have thought I was Simon so I didn’t reply to her. Her eyes snapped open after a few seconds later.“Aria? Is that you?” she said, squinting her eyes as if she couldn’t see me. I froze for a second, and her recognition caught me by surprise. The last time she saw me was when I was a pup. The scent suppressant hadn’t worn off yet, and I didn’t think she would be able to recognize my scent even if it hadn't.“You m
Aria’s POV "After my parents' death, I became a lone wolf in a pack known for its large number of members. I'd walk around the woods aimlessly with nothing but resentment and a fueled fire of vengeance in my heart.However, I found interest in the weird-looking herbs and plants that surrounded my house, despite the fact that I moved to the pack house. I used to go back to my old home, but for some reason, I've never had the courage to go inside the house.With the help of my instincts and the little animals from the woods, I found myself creating cures and poisons.After a series of failed experiments and practices, I was able to come up with a lot of cures and a few poisons due to the lack of some elements. I've read through all the healers' scriptures I could find in the pack library, but none of them had any valuable information on poisons, just some erroneous healing procedures which I found useless, because there aren’t healers in the pack, only modern doctors. However, putting
Aria’s POV Torture isn’t as bad as people say it is. Torturing others is said to be a bad thing, but after seeing Bertha, I’ll have to disagree.Growing up, my mother told me stories of violence and how bad people always end up with an awful end. My parents taught me to always resolve issues in a calm and responsible way no matter the circumstance.However, they forgot to tell me how good and easy it was. Seeing Bertha in pain; all her screams and whimpers felt like a sweet melody that I wanted to last forever.Despite the fact that there is a chance of her being innocent in my parents' death, it didn’t stop how seeing her roll around in pain was pleasing.If it turns out she had a hand in their death, I shall come back to this little cottage and make her scream her lungs out until she doesn’t have to anymore. I promise to be her angel of death in a dark cloak.I shall be the end of Bertha.Before all that, I must get Simon and his friends. Every single one of them must pay - with bl
Xander’s pov I always felt a whirlwind of emotions when I thought about her. I desperately needed a break from the stack of files demanding my attention. The place felt suffocating.I'd been confined here for over two long days. I yearned for the soothing embrace of the woods—a sanctuary from loneliness.The border, a place I cherished, where something intriguing often occurred. As I ventured deeper into the woods, the robust scent of the oak trees intermingled with the unique aroma of Lucas's mysterious plants, creating a tranquil atmosphere.The towering oak trees had always fascinated me, but today, for some unknown reason, I felt an irresistible urge to climb one of these ancient giants.So I did.***"Patience is a virtue, young Xander," my father's words echoed in my mind as I perched on a sturdy branch. It was a quote he frequently used, yet I had never truly embraced the concept of patience. I was anything but patient, especially when it came to the things I desired.But seven
Aria’s pov I was on old creaking stairs when I woke up.My eyes fluttered open, and I was immediately assaulted by a searing pain in my head. It felt as if a hundred jackhammers were pounding in unison behind my eyes. I winced and tried to shield myself from the harsh morning light that streamed through a gap in the heavy curtains. The room around me was unfamiliar, a dark-themed, masculine chamber with soft brown silk sheets.I tried remembering how I got here, but my memory was blank.The pain in my head was maybe messing with my memories.I tried again,The only thing I could remember were pieces of what happened. Simon, the patrol wolves, me fainting.And the alpha! I need to get out of here. Possibilities of Simon ratting me out made me panic.I jumped out of the silk sheets I was in. I need to find Simon and get the hell out of here.I cursed myself for acting on instinct. I should’ve strategized.I can’t stay here.I was met with a strange hallway when I opened the door. There
Aria's POV"Hello," the healer, now known as Lucas, says as he takes a seat on the couch opposite me and my mate’s."Hi," I respond."You look better than the last time I saw you," he says observing me."Or maybe worse," I say more to myself.My mate takes charge of the conversation, cutting through the small talk. "Lucas, Aria mentioned that she's been experiencing headaches, and she suspects it might be related to something you’ve given her, like a drug?"Lucas leans back, his gaze shifting between us. "Experiencing headaches after waking up from a mini-coma is normal; it happens in most cases." I frown, "I'm not one of those wolves who fall ill easily. In fact, I can't recall ever being sick, from my pup days to now. So, perhaps something you game me triggered it. I've read few healing scriptures, so I know a bit about how things work you know." "We didn't give you anything unusual. You had no physical injuries or bruises, and our initial tests suggested that your unconsciousnes
Aria’s POVThis must be some sick joke, is the goddess playing with me or something? The test was positive again. “It's been confirmed that I am going to die” I thought to myself as I squeezed the papers in my hands."This isn't as bad as we thought, you know," Lucas said, seated behind his desk across from me and my mate. "To be on the safer side, I would like us to start the treatments as soon as possible to prevent it from getting worse," he added.I, on the other hand, was speechless. I didn't even know what to say or how to act; my whole body was frozen in my seat. I felt like a deer caught in headlights.Lucas kept on talking about a cleansing schedule, but my mind wasn't there. His conversation with my mate felt like muffled sounds as I zoned out into my train of thoughts.I need to think. Time is ticking, and I have to plan everything out, and I need to be fast. But my brain had gone blank. I stood up, making my way to the door. I needed to get out of here. I couldn't think
Aria's POVI couldn't persuade my mate to put me down, but I managed to convince him to take me to his house with a few tears."I told you we don't have to go back to the healer's quarters," I said."We have to go; we need to get your wounds cleaned," he responded.Instead of nagging him as I had earlier, I burst into tears, making him stop in his tracks. "Are you sure you're my mate?" I sobbed."What do you mean by that?" he asked."I told you I don't want to go back to the healers, and you keep insisting on going? It's hard enough for me as it is already. What kind of mate are you?" I cried."I told you it's going to heal with or without going to the healers. Why can't you just listen to me?" I said.I could have sworn I saw a smile cross his face for a very quick second, but he only bit his lip. "Can you please stop crying?" he said.But I didn't. I kept on sobbing, each sob louder than the last. He released a breath. "Fine, fine, we won't go to the healers. We'll go home instead."