INICIAR SESIÓNHe died saving me. Now I have 30 days to make him love me... or watch him die again."Aria Blake lost everything the night her Alpha mate, Damon Voss, pushed her out of a truck's path and died in her arms. His last words still burn in her soul: _"You are mine. Always."_But fate gave her one cruel chance. A mysterious locket sent her back 10 years... to the day she first met Damon. Now she's 16 again. And he doesn't remember her. Doesn't want her. "You're not my mate, girl. I don't do destiny." His golden eyes are cold. His heart is stone.The locket is ticking: *30:00:00* 30 days. If Damon doesn't fall in love with her before the countdown ends, she'll be sent back to his deathbed... and he'll die saving her all over again.She has to melt an Alpha King's frozen heart. She has to survive his hate, his possessiveness, and his rivals who want her dead. She has to make him choose her... before time runs out.Can she save him? Or will destiny claim him twice?He forgot her. But his body still remembers her scent. She lost him once. She won't lose him again
Ver másRain was hitting the glass like fingers. Cold, sharp, merciless.
Aria Blake was pressed against the ICU glass, staring inside. Her breath was turning cold. Her heart... that had already died 3 days ago. On the bed inside lay Damon Voss. Alpha King of the Voss Pack. 6 foot 3, broad chest, a face hard like stone. Even now. Even in death. Machines were beeping. But that sound was a lie. Two hours ago the doctor had held her hand and said, "I'm sorry Ms. Blake. Time of death: 11:59 PM." 11:59 PM. One minute before his 26th birthday. Aria clenched her fist. Her nails dug into her palm. She needed pain. This pain was less than that. The scene from 3 days ago was playing in her eyes like a film. That same turn. That same night. Those same truck headlights tearing through the darkness. Aria had slipped. Her foot gave way in the rain. And the truck was coming straight at her. She had closed her eyes. She had felt death. Then... a strong shove. Hot breath. Golden eyes that stared into hers for 1 second. "Stupid human" Damon’s roaring voice. Then a scream of pain. She had felt Damon fall on top of her. The truck passed beside them both. Damon’s ribs broke. But he didn’t let Aria fall. The last thing he said was: "You... are mine. Aria. Always." Always... only 6 months had passed for that "always". Aria’s hands were trembling. In her fist there was only one thing. Damon’s locket. Old, silver, with the Voss Pack lion engraved on it. Damon had put it on her neck the same night he kissed her. First and last time. The locket was cold. Lifeless. Like its owner. "If only..." Aria’s voice cracked. "If only I could go back. If only I could stop that truck. If only I had died that day instead of him." She pressed the locket to her lips. "Damon... please come back. I’ll do anything. Anything." The locket suddenly turned hot. So hot Aria screamed. Blue light burst from between her fingers and filled the entire ICU. Machines went crazy. Alarms started blaring. Pain. Fire. Darkness. Then... silence. Aria opened her eyes and the rain was still falling. But this wasn’t ICU rain. This was open rain. Campus rain. She stood up and looked. In front of her was the Voss University sign. A 10-year-old sign. Beneath her feet was wet grass. Her clothes... this was her university uniform. 16-year-old Aria’s uniform. "What... what is happening?" She looked at her hands. Small. Soft. Without the scar from the truck day. Then a voice came from ahead. Roaring. Cold. Heart-shattering. "Watch where you're walking, human." Aria lifted her head. Her breath stopped. In front stood Damon Voss. 19-year-old Damon. The new Alpha student of the university. Drenched, hair falling on his forehead, and eyes... those same golden, those same ruthless, those same dangerous. But in this Damon’s eyes there was no love for her, no recognition. Only hatred and disgust. The ground slipped from under Aria’s feet. This was that day. That first meeting. The day after which, 10 years later, Damon would die saving her. Tears filled her eyes. "Damon..." Her voice trembled. Damon raised an eyebrow. "Do I know you?" His voice was poison. "A human girl. Standing in my way. Move." Attitude. Cold. Alpha King aura. Aria didn’t step back. Rain was flowing from her hair to her lips. Salty. Like tears. She gripped the locket tightly. Her palm was burning. Small numbers appeared in the middle of the locket: *30:00:00* The countdown had started. 30 days. 720 hours. 43,200 seconds. In 30 days she had to make Damon fall in love with her. Remind him that she was his mate. Otherwise... the locket would flash again. And she would go back to that ICU. Next to Damon’s corpse. "Damon" Aria cleared her voice. Her heart was breaking, but she tried to smile. "Give me 30 days." Damon laughed. A heartless, cold laugh. "For what? Pity? Humans are boring." Aria took one step forward. Damon’s hot breath hit her face. His scent... it was the same. Pine trees and blood and dominance. The scent her body craved for. "To make you remember" Aria met his eyes. Gathering courage. "That I’m yours. And you... are mine." For 1 second Damon’s golden eyes flared. Werewolf instinct. A flash of the mate bond. His jaw tightened. Then he laughed. And in that laugh were 1000 daggers. "You're not my mate, girl." Damon brushed her hair back. His finger traced her cheek. Not touching. Teasing. "I don't do destiny. I don't do mates. Especially not weak humans." He pulled his hand away. Like Aria was dirt. "30 days?" Damon said mockingly. "I give you 3 seconds. One... two..." Aria stood there. In the rain. Alone. Broken. "Three." Damon turned and walked away. Long, confident, Alpha walk. Aria’s knees gave out. She fell on the grass. The locket burned hot in her palm again. *29:23:59:59* The countdown was running. In 30 days the truck will come again. Damon will push her again. He will die again. But this time Aria won’t sit silent. This time she will fight. She will melt Damon Voss’s cold heart. Even if she has to break herself. The rain got heavier. Aria looked at the sky and whispered. "I won’t let you die, Damon Voss. No matter how much you hate me. No matter how many times you say I’m not your mate." She pressed the locket to her lips. "Because you... are mine. Only mine." A boy passed by and stopped seeing Aria "Hey, are you okay?" Aria didn’t lift her head. She just smiled. A broken, but dangerous smile. "I’m fine" she whispered. "Just saving an Alpha from his death." And the locket flashed again. *29:23:58:00* The game had begun.Damon’s breathing was steady. That was the first thing Aria noticed. Not fast. Not shallow. Steady. She was still holding him. Her arms around his shoulders. His head against her chest. “Day Fifteen,” she whispered. He didn’t answer. Her heart stuttered. “Damon?” His eyes opened. Dark. Tired. But open. “I’m here,” he said. “Stop counting my breaths.” She exhaled. She hadn’t realized she was holding hers. “You scared me.” “You always look scared,” he said. The corner of his mouth lifted. “It suits you.” She punched his arm. Light. “Idiot.” He winced. “Injured idiot.” They both laughed. Quiet. The sound was swallowed by the stone walls. Outside, the pack was silent. No bell. No shouting. Just night. Day Fifteen had begun without permission. And without end. --- Aria helped him sit up properly. She checked the bandage again. The bleeding had stopped. The black edges were still there, but less spread. “Bren’s silverthorn is working,” she said. “Slowly.”
The anteroom was quiet. Too quiet. Aria’s eyes snapped open. She didn’t remember falling asleep. But her cheek was on the bench, and Damon’s hand was in her hair. “Damon?” “I’m here,” he said. His voice was low. Clearer than it had been in hours. She sat up. The blanket slipped from his shoulders. He looked better. Still pale. Still weak. But the fever sweat was gone. “How long?” she asked. “Three hours,” he said. “Sundown is in twenty minutes.” Her stomach dropped. Day Fourteen was ending. --- They stood together. Damon leaned on the wall for two seconds before he let go. “I can do this.” “I know,” Aria said. She tied her hair back. Smoothed her shirt. The blood was dry now. Brown. It looked like rust. “Let them see you.” They walked. The corridor was full now. Wolves. Whispers. Eyes on them as they passed. No one spoke. But no one looked away either. Selene was waiting outside the hall. She was dressed in black. Her hair was braided tight. She looke
Damon’s hand was still on hers. His grip was too tight. Too hot. Fever. Aria forced herself to breathe. “Can you walk?” “No,” he said. Honest. The Alpha mask was gone. She looked down the corridor. Empty. The guards were gone. Everyone was gone. “Then we don’t walk,” she said. She slid her shoulder under his arm. “We lean.” He laughed. A short, broken sound. “You’re small.” “You’re heavy,” she shot back. “Move.” Together, they moved. Step by step. His weight on her. Her shoulder screaming. They made it ten meters before his knees buckled. “Wall,” he gritted out. She got him there. He slid down until he was sitting. His head fell back against stone. His eyes closed. “Damon. Stay with me.” “I’m here.” His eyes opened. Dark. Glassy. “For now.” Aria tore another strip from her shirt. Her hands were shaking badly now. Not from fear. From cold. From adrenaline. From the way his blood looked black in the torchlight. “This is infection,” she whispered. “You need
The council’s circle didn’t break. Ten wolves. Ten sets of eyes. All on Damon. None on her. Like she was air. Aria’s hands curled into fists at her sides. The cold bit through her thin shirt. She should have been shivering. She wasn’t. Anger was warmer. Marek stepped forward. His silver hair was braided with black cords. Old Alpha marks. “You left without permission, Damon. You vanished for three nights while the prophecy ticks down.” “I was surviving,” Damon said. Flat. No apology. “You were hiding,” said Selene from the left. Younger. Sharper. “With her.” All ten heads turned to Aria now. She met Selene’s gaze. Didn’t drop it. “I’m the reason he’s alive to stand here and be judged by you.” A low growl moved through the circle. Not Damon’s. Marek raised a hand. Silence. “The law is clear, Alpha. After three days of absence, the council may vote for interim leadership if the Alpha’s condition is… compromised.” He looked at Damon’s ribs. At the way he favored his le






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