Chapter 59 The Night We Burn

The wind roared outside the Crescent Fang stronghold like an ancient beast, rattling the windowpanes and echoing through the halls like a warning. But within the Alpha’s private chambers, there was only the sound of soft breaths and the unrelenting thrum of something deeper—desire laced with fate. Aria stood near the hearth, her silk gown catching the amber glow of the firelight. The fabric clung to her curves like water, slipping from her shoulder to reveal the crescent mark glowing faintly above her heart—the symbol that bound her not just to the prophecy, but to the man who stood across the room, staring at her like she was the first sunrise after a thousand years of darkness.