Aria woke up to an empty bed, and she was about to go searching for Tristan when the door opened, and he ca in with a glass of milk.
"Did you sleep well?" Tristan asked as he handed her the milk.
Aria nodded, bringing the glass to her lips; she took a sip from it and then frowned. "Why does it taste so bitter?"
Tristan froze for a mont and then chuckled, "It’s because I added sothing to it."
"Really? What?"
"A supplent for you to regain your strength." Tristan felt heartache as Aria easily believed him. He watched as Aria emptied the contents, knowing fully well that the only reason she drank it was because he made it.
Aria grimaced as the bitterness hit her throat, and she was about to complain when Tristan kissed her.
The kiss was slow and gentle, as if rewarding her for finishing her milk, and after a while, he pulled away, saying, "I have so things to take care of, but as usual, if you need anything, call ."
Aria knelt on the bed and wrapped her hands around his waist with a pout. "I don’t want you to go. Can’t you stay with forever?"
"If we were to stay on the bed the entire day, then neither of us would definitely be resting." Tristan teased and laughed softly at his wife’s adorable blushing cheek. He was definitely going to miss this.
"Then you have to pay up what you owe before you leave." Aria said, regaining her confidence.
"What do I owe you?" Tristan furrowed his brow, confused about what she was talking about.
Aria smiled brightly as she replied, "A mark?"
To say she was excited was probably an understatent. The thought of marking Tristan made her heart so full.
Tristan smiled softly at her excitent and raised her up, making her stand on the bed.
Even as she stood on the bed, he was still slightly taller than her.
"How do I mark you?" Aria got straight to the point.
"Why do you look so excited about this?" Tristan asked.
"Because I want the world to know that you have now been taken."
"Whether you mark or not, I will always be yours, Aria."
"I know, but I want you to have my mark," Aria said softly. "Unless... you don’t want to?" Her voice grew quiet, a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Tristan held her hand and brought it to his neck, where his pulse was located. "Here."
Aria’s heart began to pound, and she didn’t understand why. She felt his pulse and suddenly felt nervous. It was steady—but slower than it should be. Why was that?
"Go ahead. Give your mark, my Aria."
Aria gazed at him and nodded.
Tristan didn’t bother to close his eyes because he knew her bite wouldn’t hurt since she didn’t have a wolf, but to his surprise, a soft gasp left his lips as Aria bit him.
"Aria," Tristan softly called her, holding her waist as he felt her fang digging deeper into his flesh.
Aria, on the other hand, didn’t know what she was doing. It was as if the mont her teeth touched his neck, she lost all sense of reasoning.
Aria let out a moan when his blood hit her tongue. Why did it taste so delicious? It was like there was an insatiable desire to bite him deeper, to taste more of his blood.
She could hear him calling her na, but the voice in her head was loud and stronger, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not stop.
"Aria." Tristan called out her na again, but she didn’t make any attempt to stop. He could feel his blood flowing from his neck, but that was not what he was worried about. What bothers him at this mont is his fangs coming out and a desperate desire to mark her.
His hand on her waist tightened as a sudden pleasure washed over him as Aria began licking his blood.
"Aitana."
Aria stopped when he called her Aitana. She shift her gaze to him and to Tristan surprise her eyes were red and her mouth stained with his blood.
Tristan joined his forehead to hers "You look so beautiful."
Aria touched his fang, tracing it with her hand before joining their lips together.
The two of them moan softly as they taste each other, and once again, Aria finds herself on the bed again with Tristan on top of her.
He removed her shirt, having her completely naked under him, and then his lips traced her neck.
"Mark , please." Aria pleaded, her eyes still red.
All rational reason left Tristan at this point. He couldn’t even rember the reason he had resisted marking, and now, all he wanted to do was to mark her.
Tristan claid her lips again and undressed himself. Once again his fangs caress her neck, and as they beco joined together, he digs his fang into her neck, finally fulfilling her wish.
Aria groaned at the pain of him biting into her neck, but that pain slowly turned into pleasure.
And soon after, the room was filled with their moans of pleasure as they both lost themselves in their insatiable desire for each other.
...
"Are you out of your mind? Do you really think Damien will believe that the baby is his? And what about Luna Aria? Do you think she’ll just stay quiet if she finds out?" Jazziel shouted at Hailey.
Once again, Hailey had sohow found her way into his chambers, and they had spent the night together before she told him the news of her pregnancy and her crazy idea.
"Will you relax? I already have it all planned out." Hailey said.
Jazziel frowns. "What do you an?"
"Damien is cautious of , so I plan to wait for the right ti to get him drunk and..."
"Sleep with him?" Jazziel asked, disgusted at her plan. The idea of Hailey sleeping with Damien was already making him so angry.
"No. Pretend we slept with each other." Hailey said, bringing the blanket to cover her empty.
"Still, you are asking to watch my child call Damien father?"
"Your child will beco the future Alpha of this pack, so I don’t see the reason for your complaints, and besides, you know we don’t have a choice."
"And Aria? How will you convince her to keep quiet?"
"Soone else has offered to get Aria out of the way." Hailey said as she got up from the bed to put on her clothes.
"aning?"
"aning, Aria will no longer be a problem for us. According to this person, all I have to do is to bring Aria to them once she has been marked, and after that, Aria will no longer be a thorn in our flesh."
"Do you even know this person?"
Hailey shook her head. "I don’t need to. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Aria has made herself my enemy by threatening to ruin my life."
Hailey placed a hand on her belly, her gaze fixed on Jazziel. "I now have everything I have always dread of, and I won’t let anyone take that away from , and that is why Aria will have to go. You will support , right, Jazziel?"
Jazziel ruffled his hair with a sigh. For so reason, he felt like things would one day get out of hand, but he shouldn’t think about that now. His only focus should be on Hailey and their child.
"I will support you."
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