Chapter 13
Aria’s POV.
My thighs trembled, a warm, pulsing ache spreading through me as Alpha Kael’s gaze burned into mine.
His onyx eyes were molten, dark and dangerous, pulling me in like a storm I couldn’t escape. He was hot, every inch of him radiating raw power—his sharp jaw, the way his leather clung to his broad chest, the low growl humming in his throat.
My cheeks flushed, heat crawling up my neck as I fought to steady my breath. Kyra, my inner wolf, stirred, her growl loud and needy, clawing at my control.
"Mate," she purred, desperate for his touch, for him to claim us right there against the wall. I shoved her back, my voice sharp in my mind.
"Not now, Kyra. Let him want us first." She whined, but I held firm, my heart racing.
I needed Kael to crave me, to fall so deep he’d never let me go, even when he learned I was Aria, not Celeste.
His hand moved, slow and deliberate, his fingers brushing my chin. My skin sparked where he touched, a rush of fire flooding my veins.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against my lips, his eyes locking me in place. I stopped breathing, my body screaming to close the gap, to let him kiss me.
Just as his lips grazed mine, a sharp knock shattered the moment, loud and jarring. I flinched, my heart lurching, and Kael pulled back, his jaw tightening.
The room turned awkward, heavy with what hadn’t happened. I pressed a hand to my chest, willing my pulse to slow, as the door creaked open.