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Aria's POV That night I stood in front of my closet trying to figure out what the hell to wear to an interview with a billionaire Lycan Alpha. Nothing too flashy. Nothing that screamed "I'm trying to seduce you." I needed to look professional. Capable. Like a normal eighteen-year-old who just wanted a part-time job. I pulled out a simple white button-down shirt and dark jeans. I held them up and frowned. Maybe too boring? "Hot date?" I jumped. Elena was sitting on her bed painting her nails, and watching me with obvious amusement. "What? No." "Then why have you been staring at your closet for twenty minutes?" Had it been twenty minutes? I looked at the clock. Shit. It had. "I have a thing tomorrow, off campus. Just want to look decent." "What kind of thing?" I shrugged, hanging the shirt back up. "Just a thing. Nothing exciting." Elena gave me a look that said she didn't believe me but wasn't going to push. "Okay, weirdo." I tried on three different outfits before settling on the white shirt and jeans. Then I practiced what I'd say. *Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Ashford. I'm a hard worker and I'm really interested in...* No. That sounded stiff. *I'm excited about the possibility of working for...* God, that was worse. I gave up and flopped onto my bed. Maybe I should just wing it. I was good at thinking on my feet when I wasn't overthinking everything. My phone lit up on the nightstand. I reached for it without thinking. Probably Elena sending me some memes or... Unknown number. My stomach dropped. I opened the text. It was a photo of my parents' house. The small rental we've lived in since I was small. It was taken from across the street, showing the front door and windows. Below the photo: Pretty little place. It would be a shame if something happened to it. My blood went cold. I sat up so fast my vision blurred. My hands were shaking as I stared at the screen. Caden. He was already threatening my family. It had been less than two days since the party and he was already going after them. I thought I had a week. Maybe more, but he wasn't waiting. Did I provoke him too much? My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I wanted to text back. Tell him to fuck off. Tell him if he touched my parents I'd kill him. But that would just make it worse. I closed the message and put the phone down. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I needed this interview to go well. I needed to get hired. I needed access to Matthias and I needed it fast because Caden wasn't going to give me time. "You okay?" I looked up. Elena was watching me with concern. "Yeah," I lied. "Fine." "You don't look fine. You look like you saw a ghost." "Just tired." Elena didn't push but she kept glancing at me while she finished her nails. I tried to focus on other things. I pulled out my laptop and attempted to work on an essay due next week. But I kept reading the same paragraph over and over without absorbing any of it. Around eleven Elena turned off her light and went out. I pretended to be asleep but couldn't actually. The photo was burned into my brain. My parents' house. The threat. What if Caden did something tonight? What if I woke up tomorrow and... No. I couldn't think like that. Caden wanted to scare me. He wanted me to panic and come crawling back, accepting the mate bond to make it all stop. I wasn't going to do that. I was going to fight back. My phone buzzed again. I grabbed it off the nightstand, heart pounding. Another unknown number but different from before. The message was just a link. No text. I almost didn't click it. But curiosity and dread made me tap the screen. It loaded slowly. Some kind of social media post. Photos of me. Except they weren't really me. Someone had photoshopped my face onto a naked body. Multiple photos. Different poses. All explicit. The caption: Aria Lennox - campus slut. Rejected Caden Ashford because she's too busy fucking her way through the senior class. My stomach turned. The post had been up for three hours. It already had hundreds of likes and dozens of comments. ...knew she was a slut ...feel bad for Caden having to deal with this ...bet that guy she kissed at the bar wasn't the first I couldn't breathe. The door slammed open. I nearly dropped my phone. Elena stumbled in, face pale, holding her phone up. "Aria..." "I know." "You know? How long...did you see...." She was tripping over her words. "Someone posted these pictures and they're everywhere. I*******m, T*****r, the university F******k page. Everyone's sharing them." I sat up. My whole body feeling numb. "They're fake," I said quietly. "I know they're fake." Elena came over and sat on the edge of my bed. "But people are believing them. They're saying awful shit about you." I pulled up my own social media. She was right. The photos were everywhere. Reposted, shared, commented on. My name was trending on the university pages. My phone kept buzzing with notifications. Friend requests from random guys. Messages calling me a slut. A whore. Asking how much I charged. I turned off notifications and put the phone face-down. "What the hell is going on? This is because of Caden, isn't it? Because you rejected him?" I couldn't answer. "Aria." Elena grabbed my shoulder. "Talk to me. What's happening?" I wanted to tell her everything. About the mate bond. About dying and coming back. About Caden destroying my family. About my desperate plan to seduce his father for protection. But I couldn't. "He's harassing me, because I rejected him. He's trying to ruin my reputation." "This is more than harassment. This is..." Elena gestured at her phone. "It'svicious." She wasn't wrong. In my first life Caden had been cruel but it had taken weeks for him to escalate this far. Now he was hitting hard and fast. "I'm going to report this to the Dean. This is cyber bullying or revenge p**n or..." "It won't help." "How do you know?" Because I'd tried that in my first life. The university administration moved slowly. By the time they investigated anything, the damage was done. And Caden's family had influence. Donations. Connections. He always walked away clean. "Just trust me," I said. "It won't help." Elena looked at me like I was a stranger. "Then what are you going to do?" I thought about the interview tomorrow. "I'm going to handle it." "How?" I didn't answer. Elena stayed for a while longer, trying to get me to talk, but eventually she gave up and went back to her own bed. I lay in the dark listening to her breathe. My phone buzzed one more time. I picked it up. Another message from the first unknown number. Caden. "This is just the beginning. I stared at those three words until they blurred. He was right. It was just the beginning.Chapter 200 The estate was quiet at ten in the evening. The particular quiet that had become familiar across the year, not empty, never empty, just the building existing in its own company after the day's work was done. Dante's security rotation moving at its steady pace. The perimeter lights holding the grounds in their careful amber. The upper west wing warm and lit. Aria was in the library. Not working. Just present, the way she was present in rooms now without requiring them to be doing anything. A book open in her lap that she hadn't been reading for twenty minutes. The fire low. The pendant warm at her throat. She had been thinking about nothing specific. That was new. The capacity for nothing specific. The ability to sit in a quiet room without a calculation running, without a threat being assessed, without the particular vigilance of someone who understood what happened when they stopped paying attention. She was still paying attention. Just differently now. Her phone
Chapter 199She went to the gate on a Thursday morning for no particular reason.Not leaving. Not arriving. Not meeting anyone or seeing anyone off or performing any of the functions that gates existed to facilitate. Just walking down the private drive in the autumn morning with her coffee going cold in her hand and the particular quality of a person who had decided to stand somewhere and look at something properly.The drive took five minutes at the pace she walked it.She had walked it hundreds of times now. In both directions, in all weathers, in all the moods that a year inside this estate had produced. She knew the places where the gravel was thinner, the spot near the third lamp post where the drainage wasn't quite right and water pooled after rain, the section of hedge that the groundskeeping crew always missed slightly on the left side.She knew it the way you knew things you had lived alongside until they became part of the texture of your own life.She reached the gate and s
Chapter 198The question had been sitting with her since the safehouse.Not urgently. Not as something that needed immediate resolution. Just present, the way certain questions were present when you'd decided they deserved a real moment rather than a sideways approach.She had been waiting for the right evening.This was the right evening.They were in the sitting room after dinner. The fire had burned down to something low and steady. The estate was quiet in its particular late-night way. Matthias had his files open on the table beside him but wasn't reading them, the particular quality of a man whose body was at rest even when his mind was still running.Aria was curled into the corner of the sofa with her legs tucked under her. Not reading. Not working. Just present in the room the way she'd learned to be present in rooms without requiring them to be doing anything."I have a question," she said.He looked up.Not alarmed. Just attentive. He'd learned, across the year, the specific
Chapter 197The estate was quieter at night than it was in the day.Not empty, it was never fully empty, with Dante's security rotation and the overnight staff and the particular alive quality of a large property that had learned, over the years it had been properly inhabited, to keep its own rhythm regardless of who was awake inside it. But quieter. The particular quality of a building that had let the day go and was existing in its own company for a while.The dining room was lit warmly.Not the formal dining room, they didn't use that for just the two of them, hadn't since the early weeks when the formality had been a useful structure and had since become unnecessary. The smaller room off the kitchen, with the table that sat six and was usually set for two, with the window that looked out onto the south garden and the particular quality of autumn darkness that made the garden look like it was being kept somewhere safe until morning.Matthias and Aria sat across from each other.Dan
Chapter 96The plan had been clean.That was what I remembered most about it, sitting here now nearly a year later. The specific cleanness of it at five in the morning in a dorm room with Elena asleep across from me and my phone screen the only light and the decision forming with the particular clarity that arrived when everything else had been stripped away by exhaustion and grief and the specific urgency of someone who understood exactly how much time they had.Seduce the father. Get protection. Make Caden call me stepmother.Three steps. One outcome. Cold logic in service of survival.It had been, in its own way, elegant.I sat in the library now and thought about that girl.Not with distance, she wasn't far away, she was me, the same person at an earlier point on a line that had curved considerably since. But with a kind of affectionate recognition. The recognition you gave to earlier versions of yourself when you understood what they didn't yet know.She had been so certain the p
Chapter 195I made a list on a Tuesday morning.Not because lists were how I processed things anymore I had moved past the notebook phase, past the obsessive cataloguing of threats and timelines and what needed managing next. I made this list because the year was approaching something that felt like a pause, and pauses were the right time to look honestly at what remained rather than pretending the pause was a conclusion.I sat at the desk by the library window with the morning light coming through and wrote it plainly.Cassius.He was in European territory. Had been for months. The court's review of his fabricated family record was ongoing, moving at the pace of legal processes that served justice rather than urgency, which was slow and correct and insufficient for the specific impatience of knowing that a patient man was sitting somewhere across an ocean waiting for his next viable angle.He would find one eventually.I didn't know its shape yet. Neither did Dante, whose intelligenc
Chapter 3: Aria's POV I woke up staring at the ceiling of my dorm room. Elena was asleep in the other bed, snoring softly. The clock on my nightstand said 5:47 AM. Way too early for a Sunday, but I couldn't sleep anymore. My mind wouldn't stop. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the crash.
Chapter 2 Aria's POV I jerked upright, heart slamming against my ribs. The music was too loud. People were everywhere, laughing, drinking, pressed together in groups. The smell of beer and perfume was overwhelming. Caden was standing over me, looking annoyed. "Finally," he groaned. "You sle
Chapter 1 Aria's POV "Get your shit and get out. I need the place cleared by noon." The landlord stood on the porch with his arms crossed, watching us like we were trash he couldn't wait to throw away. My mother was crying quietly, her hands shaking as she tried to tape up another box. My fath
Chapter 5 Aria's POV I barely slept. By the time morning came I was already awake, staring at my phone as the notifications kept rolling in. Messages from people I didn't even know. Comments on the fake photos that kept getting worse. ...slut ...bet she fucked him for money ...daddy issues m







