Days turned into weeks, and Aria's resentment grew, but so did something else—an undeniable pull toward the alpha. She hated him for what he represented, for the curse that bound her to him, but every time their eyes met, it felt like something deep inside her was calling out to him.
It was as though her blood knew something she didn't.
One night, after a particularly brutal training session, Aria found herself alone in the woods, her thoughts swirling. She needed answers—answers about the mark, about her bloodline, about everything that was happening to her.
It was then that she stumbled upon an old relic hidden deep within the forest: a stone tablet, ancient and cracked, inscribed with symbols she couldn't understand.
But as her fingers brushed over it, something shifted. Her vision blurred, and a voice—her voice—whispered through the air.
"You are the last of your bloodline, Aria. The key to breaking the curse, or destroying us all."
The voice echoed in her mind, and her heart skipped a beat. What did it mean? What was she supposed to do?
Before she could process the revelation, the alpha appeared beside her, his eyes blazing with something she couldn't decipher.
"Get away from that," he warned, his tone harsher than usual. "That's not for you."
Aria stepped back, her breath shallow. "What do you know about this?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the stone tablet, his grip firm but not painful.
"You're not ready," he growled, his gaze dark with something unreadable. "And you never will be."