Aria's eyes locked onto the man standing in front of her, her heart racing with a mix of fear and uncertainty. She tried to compose herself, attempting to sound casual, "Umm... I... wanted to talk to Dante." She lied, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.
The man's expression turned skeptical, his eyes narrowing as he studied Aria's face. "Then why were you eavesdropping on their conversations?" he asked, his voice firm, his tone accusatory.
Aria's expression faltered, her eyes widening in surprise as she tried to think of a plausible explanation. "I was not eavesdropping, I just didn't want to enter when he was having a meeting," she said, her voice rising in defense. "I was waiting for him to finish, and my knees hurt, that's why you saw me in that posture," she added, her words tumbling out in a rush.
Her mind was racing, unsure of who this man was or what he wanted. But before she could think of a way to extricate herself from the situation, Heaven appeared, saving her from the awkward conversation. "My lady, I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with your father, I came to tell you that I've done what you asked me to do," Heaven said, her voice respectful, her eyes cast downward.
Aria's eyes widened in surprise as she processed the information. "So he's my father, the ruthless man who locked my mom up," she thought to herself, her mind reeling with the revelation. She turned to Heaven, forcing a smile onto her face. "Okay, thank you," she said, her voice polite, her eyes never leaving Heaven's face.
As Aria's father turned to walk past her into Dante's chamber, Aria stopped him, her voice clear and bold. "Father," she called out, her eyes locked onto his back. "I want to see my mom," she said, her voice firm, her expression determined.
Heaven's eyes widened in shock and fear, her face pale as she stared at Aria. Aria's father, known as the most ruthless wolf in the Bloodmoon pack, everyone feared him, and nobody dares to cross his path. He stopped and turned to look at Aria, his expression unreadable. "What!" he asked, his voice low and menacing, his eyes narrowing as he studied Aria's face.
Aria stood her ground, her voice unwavering. "I want to see my mom, you locked her up, don't I have the right to see her?" she asked, her eyes locked onto her father's, her expression unyielding. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Aria's father regarded her, his expression unreadable, his eyes piercing.
Aria's father regarded her with a mix of surprise and curiosity, his expression a blend of emotions. "You're bold," he said, his voice low and measured, his eyes narrowing as he studied Aria's face. "Your head has always been low when you talk to me, but now you can look me in the eye," he said, his tone dripping with a sense of discovery. "Impressive," he added, his voice laced with a hint of admiration.
Aria's expression remained resolute, her eyes locked onto her father's, her jaw set in determination. She refused to back down, her spirit unbroken. Heaven, on the other hand, looked like she was about to faint, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. She seemed to be holding her breath, her body tense with anxiety.
Aria's father's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with a hard, unyielding light. "You won't see her," he said, his voice firm, his words final. "You won't see her because you want to, you will see her when I want you to," he spat, his words dripping with disdain.
His expression was unyielding, his eyes flashing with anger. Aria's father seemed to be enjoying the power dynamic, reveling in his authority over his daughter. Aria's face fell, her eyes flashing with disappointment and frustration. She had been hoping to see her mother, to reconnect with her and find some sense of comfort and solace. She has always wanted a mother. But now, it seemed that was being denied to her, and she was left feeling defeated and powerless.
But she was not ready to give up. She looked at her father with hatred, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as she turned to leave. Heaven followed her, her body shaking with fear, her eyes darting nervously around the hallway.
"What did you think you just did, Aria?" Heaven asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her expression a mix of concern and fear. She quickened her pace to keep up with Aria, her eyes fixed on aria's back.
"Do you know where my mother was locked up?" Aria asked, her voice firm, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination. Heaven stopped walking, her body frozen in place, as Aria turned to look at her. "What are you thinking, Aria?" Heaven asked, her voice laced with worry, her eyes wide with fear.
"Tell me where she is, I'll go myself, I won't involve you, don't worry," Aria said, her voice resolute, her expression unyielding. Heaven's expression was a mix of fear and pleading, her eyes welling up with tears. "Please don't," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion.
Aria's expression softened, her eyes filling with a deep sadness. "Please, tell me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to meet my mom, I've never had a motherly love, my mother died when she gave birth to me, now I have a chance to have a mother, please let me see her," Aria pleaded, her voice filled with emotion, her eyes shining with tears.
Heaven's expression was torn, her eyes darting back and forth between Aria's pleading face and the hallway behind her. She seemed to be weighing her options, her mind racing with the potential consequences of her actions. Aria's words had struck a chord.
"I will go with you," Heaven said, her voice barely above a whisper, her expression a mix of determination and fear. She led the way, her eyes scanning the hallway as they walked, her body tense with anxiety.
They arrived at the door where Aria's mother was locked up, and two guards stood outside, their faces impassive. Aria walked up to them, her eyes commanding attention. "I need to see my mother," she said, her voice firm, her expression unyielding.
The guards looked at each other, their expressions uncertain, their eyes darting back and forth. One of them spoke up, "We can't let you in." Aria's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with anger.
"You will regret your decision, because my father told me I can see my mom now," she said, her voice dripping with confidence. "And you don't want to disobey his orders, or do you want me to call him here?" she asked, her eyes glinting with a hint of menace.
The guards looked at each other, fear creeping into their eyes. They nodded, their faces pale, and opened the door, stepping aside to let Aria in. Heaven remained outside, her body shaking with fear as she scanned the environment, her eyes darting back and forth.
As Aria entered the room, she saw her mother lying on the hard floor, her body weak and dirty. Aria's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a pang of sadness. She didn't know when tears rolled down her eyes, but she felt a lump form in her throat as she gazed at her mother's frail form. The room was cold and damp, with only a small window high up on the wall, casting a faint light on the scene. Aria's mother lay on a thin, worn-out mattress, her skin pale and clammy. Aria's heart ached as she took in the sight, her mind reeling with the reality of her mother's situation.