An Unexpected Bond
1069 Words
Aria's POV
I stayed away from the clearing for days, hoping the strange pull I felt toward Kian would disappear. But it didn’t.
It was like a quiet sound under my skin, always there, reminding me of his piercing green eyes and the confident way he’d said I was his mate.
One evening, just as the sun sank behind the trees, I felt it again—that strange spark in the air. I turned around and froze.
Kian was there, leaning against a tree, looking like he’d been waiting for me.
“I never would've thought finding you would be difficult ,” he said with a small smile, his voice warm but teasing.
I crossed my arms.
“What do you want?” I demanded harshly.
Kian pushed off the tree and stood tall, meeting my eyes.
“To explain,” he said simply. “You deserve to know why I’m here.”
Something in his tone made me stay, even though my head told me to leave.
I guess it was the mate bond and I could not help but curse at it.
“I’m not just any wolf, Aria,” he began. “I’m the future alpha of my Pack.”
"What is the name of your pack?" I asked him, my tone gentle this time.
"The Silverfang pack." He said and my body tensed. I’d heard of them. Everyone had.
They were a pack known for their power, respected, and feared by all.
“Our tradition says I have to find my mate before my full moon coronation,” he explained. “It’s in two weeks.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “And you’re my mate.”
The air around us felt heavier and thicker. My instincts screamed at me to run, but his steady gaze kept me in place.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I said quietly, frustration bubbling under the surface.
“Neither did I,” Kian said with a small shrug. “But fate doesn’t ask, does it?”
I laughed bitterly.
“Fate doesn’t care about what we want,” I said, my mind flashing back to my mother's death.
I remembered at once, the times my mother and I used to sit and talk about my first shift, and me meeting my mate. I felt so sad. Fate so cruel took my mother from me even without a second thought.
He tilted his head slightly, studying me.
“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean we can ignore it. You feel it, don’t you? The bond?”
I hated how right he was. The bond was real. It was like an invisible thread pulling me toward him, making me want to trust him even though I didn’t trust anyone.
“I have my reasons for staying out of pack business,” I said, my voice firmer now.
“I’m not asking you to join my pack,” Kian replied. “I’m just asking you to give this—us—a chance. Let me prove to you that I’m not like any other you might have met before.”
His calm persistence was maddening, yet there was something almost... reassuring about it.
Against my better judgment, I felt myself wavering. Maybe, just maybe, being around someone powerful like Kian could help me with my goal.
“Fine,” I said, at last, my voice clipped. “I’ll go with you. But don’t think this means anything.”
Kian’s lips curved into a small smile, a glimmer of triumph in his green eyes.
“That’s all I’m asking.”
"And I will only stay for one week! If after that one week, I don't see any reason to stay back, then I will leave!" I told him.
He seemed like he was about to reject the idea but then he thought of it and changed his mind.
"Fine! One week for me to prove to you that we are meant to be."
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The journey back to Kian’s pack wasn’t quiet.
“You always walk this fast?” Kian teased, easily catching up to me after I marched ahead.
“I didn’t agree to take a stroll,” I shot back, not bothering to look at him.
Ok
“I can tell you’re eager to get there,” he said, a grin in his voice.
I rolled my eyes but didn’t reply. His charm was irritating. And yet, I couldn’t deny there was... something about him.
He had this way of making me feel at ease, even when I didn’t want to.
“What about you?” Kian asked one evening as we rested by a stream. “Why were you out here alone?”
He had been trying to get me to have a conversation with me but I had been seeing reasons to avoid talking to him.
I stiffened. “I have my reasons,” I said shortly.
Kian raised an eyebrow but didn’t push.
“Fair enough,” he said simply, leaning back against a rock.
This was one of the things I found attractive about him. It was obvious that he was dying to know more about me but since I was resistant, he never for once pushed it.
As the days passed, I started learning more about him and his pack.
I’d always thought of the Silverfang wolves as ruthless, and dangerous. But Kian talked about them differently.
“We protect our own,” he said one night as we sat by a fire. His voice was steady, filled with quiet pride. “We’re not perfect, but we’re strong because we stand together.”
I wanted to scoff, to remind him of all the stories I’d heard about their brutality. But there was something in his tone—a deep loyalty to his people—that stopped me.
And then there was Kian himself. He wasn’t what I expected.
He could be playful and lighthearted, but there was a quiet strength in him too. It was confusing.
I’d spent years building walls around my heart, and now this... stranger was making me question everything.
But every time I felt myself softening, I forced myself to remember why I was here.
Revenge!
After walking for about three days, Kian said that we were getting closer to his pack.
I didn't know why but I suddenly felt like the environment was familiar.
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