Episode 7
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They worked. They moved like men who feared the shape of my patience. I stood there and let the madness edge closer. It tasted like victory.
And beneath the hum of screens and the click of keyboards, something else hummed—a buried, thin connection that pulsed once and then went dead. I felt it in my bones. I felt her, a thread snapped.
My hands curled until the knuckles whitened.
“Break this silence,” I whispered. “Bring her back to me.”
No one answered. They knew better than to promise. They only hunted.
Outside, somewhere, a taxi cut a corner. A woman stepped through a crowd.
I said to myself, shadow moved where it shouldn’t. And I promised myself, soft as a prayer but sharp as a blade. That I would tear the city open if I had to. I would follow scent or superstition. I would follow madness if that what it's takes to get what belongs to me.
Because no one ran from me and lived. Not anymore.
Aria's POV.
I just got down from the texi when I heard the voice of the man that broke my heart, in fact he scattered it completely.
“Aria, wait, please.” I froze at the sound of Ethan’s voice. "What the hell is he doing here?" I asked myself but I kept walking, then he suddenly grabbed my hand yanking backwards.
“Don’t you dare touch me, Ethan,” I snapped, yanking free.
He looked like the mess he is, dark circles under his eyes, hair uncombed. “I made a mistake. Lily means nothing, you mean everything. You’re the only one I truly love.”
I laughed bitterly. “Love? You call screwing my best friend love?”
“She kissed me first, it wasn’t what it looked like” he said like I didn't see them with my own eyes.
“Oh, so you just happened to fall into her bed?, and she shoved your tiny d**k into her mouth." I cut him off, my voice shaking.
His jaw tightened. “Aria, I was drunk, I”
“oh Stop. I cut him off sharply. You don’t get to use excuses. You f*****g broke me.” My throat burned, but I refused to cry in front of him.
He reached for me again, desperation leaking from his eyes. “Give me one chance, please. I’ll do anything.”
I stepped back. “Go to hell, Ethan. Whatever we had is dead.”
His expression twisted, a flash of anger beneath the fake regret. For a second, I saw something darker in his eyes, something dangerous.
“You will regret this,” he whispered, voice low and sharp. “You think men like me wait around? You will come crawling back.”
My heart hammered, but I forced myself to turn away. “The only thing I regret is ever loving you.”
I didn’t look back. If I did, maybe I would see the truth, that Ethan wasn’t just pathetic, he was danger.
Damian’s POV
The city glittered outside my office window, but I barely noticed. Contracts spread across my desk, numbers and names. Business was easy. People were harder.
“Sir, Ethan is here,” my assistant said over the intercom.
I suppressed a sigh. Of course he was.
“Send him in.”
The door swung open and Ethan strolled in like he owned the place. He always did that swagger covering weakness.
“Father,” he said casually, dropping into a chair without asking.
I set my pen down slowly. “How many times have I told you not to call me that in this office?”
He smirked. “Adopted father then. Makes no difference.”
“It makes all the difference.” My tone was ice.
For a moment, silence stretched. Ethan shifted, but then he leaned forward. “I was thinking… maybe it’s time you let me handle something big. A real project. I’m not a kid anymore.”
I studied him, every inch of him reminding me why I’d kept him at a distance. Womanizer. Spoiled and reckless. The only reason he was in my life at all was because of his father. A good man who had saved me long before I became who I am today.
“You’re not ready,” I said flatly.
His smile faltered. “I am ready".
“You chase women, not profits. You spend money, you don’t make it. You are nothing like the man who raised you.”
His face hardened, pride stung. “One day, you’ll see I’m worth more than you think.”
I leaned back, voice colder than steel. “Don’t test me, Ethan. Gratitude keeps you here. Nothing else.”
He glared but said nothing. He had no idea that outside these walls, my wolf stirred restlessly, still searching for the girl who ran from my bed.
And Ethan—my ungrateful adopted son—had no idea i Could burn him with the anger I feel.
Ethan turned to leave, as he left my assistant, came, right then. And She placed a slack of paper in my table.
Another proposal rejected?” my assistant asked carefully, placing a folder on my desk. Then he continued, "you might want to take a look at it"
Leave it.”
She lingered, then left quickly when I shot her a glare.
The silence in the office pressed down on me. I rubbed my temples, but it didn’t stop the images. Her hair tangled on my pillow. Her lips swollen from my kiss. The way my wolf had howled that single word. "Mate."
I slammed my fist on the desk. “No,” I growled. “Impossible.”
My wolf stirred inside me, mocking. Mine.
“Shut up,” I muttered under my breath.
The memory clawed at me again. her scent, it's was unlike any woman before. Sweet, wild, and forbidden. No perfume could mask it. Even now, I swore I could smell it in the air.
The door opened. It's was Ethan, he came Again.
“I just couldn't go like like, old man?” he joked, stepping inside.
My jaw clenched. “You shouldn't have bothered, you are not invited.”
He dropped onto the couch, smirking. “You need to relax. Go out with me tonight, I know girls who”
“Get out.” He raised his brows. “Seriously?”
“Now.” I said in a low dangerous voice. He could tell my wolf was about to let loose.
He left, grumbling, and the moment the door shut, I exhaled sharply.
I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. My brain went back to “That night"
My wolf growled deep inside, Find her. Claim her and Mark her.
“Damn it.” My voice was low, raw. For years I’d ignored the thought of a mate, convinced I didn’t need one. But that night, it wasn’t lust. It was the bond.
I stood abruptly, pacing. “She ran from me.”
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