- ARIA
The morning air in Oakhaven was crisp, but it felt like breathing shards of glass.
After the "spicy noodle incident," the kitchen had become a cold storage of unspoken threats.
Luca sat there, his lips still a faint, punished red, nursing a glass of water like it was a lifeline.
I was busy stuffing my few belongings into my bag, desperate to get out before the walls of my childhood home finally collapsed under the weight of these two men.
"I'm heading out," Brandon said, breaking the heavy silence.
He stood by the back door, the early sun catching the gold in his eyes. He looked at me, as if for a second, the Alpha in the room didn't exist. "Aria, take care of yourself. Seriously. If things get... heavy, you know where I am. You aren’t alone in this, no matter wh
