Ijeomaの小説

Weeks passed, and my new life in Crimson Snow Pack felt like heaven. My father didn’t know where I was, but my most trusted omega had my clothes and money sent to Crimson Snow Pack, swearing an oath not to reveal my location.At first, I had been nervous.Every sound, every unfamiliar face, every passing glance had made me feel like I didn’t belong, and that someone would recognize me, drag me back, and force me to face the consequences of what I had done.But that fear didn’t last, not when Damon was there.Not when he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.“You’re thinking too much again,” Damon’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.I turned slightly, watching him as he leaned lazily against the doorway, his eyes fixed on me with that same easy charm that had drawn me to him in the first place.“I’m not,” I said, though the faint smile on my lips betrayed me.“You are,” he countered, stepping into the room. “You always get that look on your face when you are.”I rolled

Dinner that night felt… different, or maybe it was just me.I sat across from my father in the same dining hall, at the same long table, with the same quiet clink of cutlery filling the space between us, but everything felt heavier. Like the air itself knew something was about to change.I kept my gaze on my plate, pushing food around more than actually eating.“You should eat,” my father said without looking at me.“I am,” I replied, though it wasn’t true.Silence stretched again, the he cleared his throat.“The wedding will take place in two days.”My hand froze. I looked up slowly, my heart giving a sharp, painful thud against my chest.“Two… days?” I repeated.“Yes,” he said calmly, as if he were discussing something trivial. “Preparations have already begun. It is best not to delay matters like this.”Two days? Two days to give up my life? Two days to become something I never chose? I swallowed hard, forcing my expression to remain normal.“I see,” I said quietly.His gaze lif

Morning came too quickly, or maybe I just didn’t sleep.Either way, the moment I stepped onto the training grounds, I knew one thing. I didn’t want to see him.Kael.The man my father had decided would become my husband.The man who, apparently, thought he could just step into my life and take a place I had never offered him.The training grounds stretched wide beneath the early sun, the packed earth already marked with the footprints of warriors who had been there long before me. I could hear the sound of clashing weapons in the distance, where the warriors trained like they were going into battle the next day. My father never tolerated softness, and maybe that was what earned iron crest the respect of being the strongest pack in the region.This place had always been my escape.Out here, I wasn’t just the Alpha’s daughter, I was a fighter and a wolf. Someone who didn’t have to sit quietly and accept decisions made for me.Usually, Kael was already here by the time I arrived. He was

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead.But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be.And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back.I remember the night everything began to fall apart.I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.His fingers traced invisible patterns along my bare arm, slow and deliberate, as though he never wanted the moment to end.“Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “You don’t need anything else, Aria. Not your pack, not the throne. Just me.”I smiled, tilting my head to look at him. Damon had a way of speaking that made everything sound certain like the future