Chapter 35
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Three months to get rid of Aria, select a proper werewolf bride, and complete the Mating ritual.
I sipped champagne, face perfectly neutral, and agreed.
Dorian overheard, confronted me about why I didn't appreciate what I had with Aria.
"..."
Already on edge, and this bastard had the nerve to lecture me!
We fought again.
Christ, the bastard fought dirty!
What happened next—I would take to my grave before telling Aria.
Time was running out, and I still lacked the power to challenge Thornfield directly.
So I was tempted by a dangerous path...
Nearly crossed lines I shouldn't have...
Flying around the world, making questionable deals, barely sleeping.
That path wasn't easy. Got seriously injured more than once. Nearly died in Milan.
Every time I came home, I was terrified Aria would smell the blood—the distinctive scent of werewolf combat.
Later, on a yacht in the Mediterranean, finalizing a deal with the Italian werewolf syndicate.
Everything was proceeding perfectly.
The second before signing—Aria's text arrived.
She asked: Can you come home for dinner tonight?
I snapped back to reality.
Cold sweat broke out across my skin.
Aria was pregnant...
I was completely fucked.
The timing couldn't possibly be worse.
Couldn't bear to imagine what would happen if Thornfield found out.
God—I regretted it so much.
Should have controlled myself that night.
I was a beast of an Alpha...
