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Step into a world where gods, demons, and vampires collide. Love, betrayal, and ancient prophecies await. Are you ready to discover where destiny leads? Discover different characters, delve into the lore, and lose yourself in a tale of forbidden love, ancient magic, and the eternal struggle between light and darkness. Are you ready to uncover where destiny leads?
When the moon bleeds, destiny awakens. Aroa, a defiant Omega, discovers she’s tied to an ancient prophecy—and a love that could save or destroy the realms. But in a world of gods, demons, and vampires, destiny is a double-edged sword.
Read SynopsisDid he want to kill me? Because if he did, he was doing a damn good job.
The moment his lips touched mine, my lungs staged a full-on rebellion. Breathing? Who needs it? Apparently not me.
Am I dreaming? That was my first thought.
Then his lips moved, hesitant at first, as though afraid I’d pull away. But when I didn’t, when I stayed right there, his hesitation melted. His kisses turned confident, demanding, as if he’d decided to claim me—all of me.
He kissed like a man dying of thirst, and I was the oasis. My heart thudded so hard I was sure it was trying to punch its way out of my chest.
If this keeps up, am I going to survive this? Probably not. Death by kissing—what a way to go.
His hands slid from my shoulders to my hips, then lower. He cupped my ass, squeezing it like he was testing clay for a sculpture. A masterpiece, obviously.
The pressure of his touch pulled a sound from me—a sound I’d never made before.
“Ohhh…”
It was like flipping a switch. His grip tightened, his kisses grew hungrier. He pulled me against him, and that’s when I felt it: something hard pressing into my stomach. I’d never touched… well… one of those before, but I wasn’t clueless. The pack females gossiped plenty.
His lips moved to my neck, tracing the crook with his tongue. I swore he set my skin on fire. When he bit down gently and sucked, I almost forgot how to stand. My body betrayed me, pressing closer to him. Heat flooded me, pooling low in my belly. My core felt molten.
And then, he stopped.
He pushed me away so suddenly I nearly lost my balance. His face mirrored my shock: wide-eyed, jaw tight.
I felt everything at once. Confusion. Hurt. Embarrassment.
How could he?
How could I?
Footsteps echoed from the kitchen. Someone was coming. We barely had time to compose ourselves.
“Father,” Alaric said as Alpha Angus entered the room.
“Alaric.” The Alpha’s voice was cool, assessing.
“Alpha,” I managed, my voice steady despite my pounding heart.
His gaze swept over me. My shirt was missing a button; my hair, disheveled, likely looked like a wild animal’s nest. My scrunchie lay abandoned on the floor. And the hickey on my neck? Yeah, there was no hiding that.
Alaric didn’t look much better. His hair stuck out in all directions, his shirt was wrinkled, and his jeans… well, they weren’t doing a great job concealing the evidence of our moment.
Alpha Angus’s eyes narrowed. “I have something important to tell you,” he said, voice clipped. “But I see you’ve been… distracted.”
Alaric straightened. “Aroa, go to my office—”
“No need,” the Alpha interrupted. “This won’t take long.” He turned to his son. “I’m here to remind you of your duty. The search for your mate can’t be delayed any longer.”
The words were a punch to my gut. I’d forgotten—or maybe I’d wanted to forget. Alaric had a destined mate. A princess. Someone worthy of him.
Not me. Not an omega.
I lowered my gaze, shame creeping in.
Alpha Angus glanced at his son, clearly unimpressed. “Fix yourself, Alaric.” His tone was icy as he left the kitchen.
When the door clicked shut, silence stretched between us. Deafening. Crushing.
“Aroa…” Alaric’s voice was soft, tinged with something that sounded a lot like regret. “I’m sorry.”
“No, sir,” I said quickly, my voice sharp with forced politeness. “I’m the one who should apologize. I overstepped.”
If I couldn’t protect my heart, I could at least save my pride.
He stared at me, disbelief flickering across his face. “Aroa—”
“Do you need anything else from me, sir?” I cut him off, my tone clipped. Formal. Distant.
His jaw tightened. “No. I don’t need anything.”
“Good night, sir.” I didn’t wait for his reply. I turned and left, my steps quick, my head held high.
When I reached my room, the facade crumbled. I collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling as tears welled and spilled over.
Why did it hurt so much? I’d never cried when they bullied me. I hadn’t cried when they flogged me. But now, I couldn’t stop the sobs from shaking my body.
What’s wrong with me?
The answer hit me like a slap.
Alaric.
I loved him.
And it was going to destroy me.
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