Day Twenty -Six: The Seeds Of Doubt
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Dear dairy, I noticed something the next day...
The next morning, tension crackled in the air. Asher was colder. More distant. He barely looked at Aria during training. When she tried to speak to him, he brushed past her.
Aria’s gut twisted. Something had shifted.
And Lillian...?
Lillian watched from across the field, arms crossed, smiling like the cat who’d swallowed the canary.
Aria didn’t confront her—not yet. She had learned that Lillian didn’t attack with claws. She attacked with seeds. Whispered rumors. Planted doubts.
But Aria wasn’t the same fragile girl she had once been. She’d tasted the truth of her lineage. She’d started unlocking the power inside her.
And now, she would learn to fight....
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The First Confrontation
That night, after the training hall cleared, Aria stayed behind. She let the silence stretch, then turned.
“I know it was you,” she said quietly.
Lillian emerged from the shadows, clapping slowly. “And here I thought you’d never grow a spine.”
“Stay away from Asher.”
Lillian tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “Poor Aria. You think you’re strong because you’re suddenly glowing with prophecy? Power doesn’t make you a Luna. Loyalty, tradition, bloodline… those things matter. And I’ve been training for this my entire life.”
“You mean scheming,” Aria snapped.
Lillian’s expression hardened. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect this pack from you. From your cursed blood. You think the triplets will love you when they find out what happens to their fated mate if she chooses wrong?”
Aria’s blood ran cold.... of course she did..
“What are you talking about?” She tries to act clueless.
Lillian smirked. “Didn’t you read the whole prophecy?”
Aria tried to hold her gaze, but her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Lillian leaned in, voice a whisper.
“If the Cursed Luna chooses the wrong mate… one of them dies.”
Then she turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the stone, each step echoing like a death toll.
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Fire Beneath the Ashes
The prophecy haunted her.
"If the Cursed Luna chooses the wrong mate… one of them dies."
Aria hadn’t slept. Not after Lillian’s venomous whisper carved itself into her mind like a curse. Every glance from Asher. Every teasing smirk from Axel. Every time Aiden’s eyes lingered on hers—it felt like fate was a loaded gun pointed at one of them.
And she was the trigger.....
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The Push to Power
“Again!” barked Elias, the battle-scarred Gamma chosen to train her. “You hesitate. Again, and you’re dead.”
Aria growled under her breath, lunging forward, blade trembling in her grip. Elias disarmed her in one swift move, sending her sprawling into the dirt.
Laughter echoed across the field.
Lillian....
She was perched on a training bench like royalty, watching every failed move with cat-like amusement. She wasn’t alone either—other she-wolves from the elite circle were starting to whisper, starting to doubt.
“She’s supposed to be the Luna?”
“I’ve seen omegas fight better.”
“She’s only here because the Alphas can’t stop drooling over her.”
Aria’s chest burned—not from humiliation, but something deeper. Wilder. Hotter.
Elias offered a hand. “On your feet, girl. Again.”
She didn’t take the hand... She stood on her own...
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Aiden's Warning
That night, Aiden found her in the training yard long after dark. Sweat clung to her skin. Her hands were blistered. Her legs ached.
He didn’t speak. Just handed her a water skin and sat beside her.
“I can’t do this,” she muttered.
“You can.”
She shook her head. “They’re right. I’m not strong. Not fast. I don’t belong here.”
Aiden’s voice dropped to a low growl. “You have no idea how wrong they are.”
She looked at him, confused...
“The power in your blood, Aria—it doesn’t make you weak. It’s locked away because it’s dangerous. Our father sealed it. He was afraid of what you’d become.”
That stunned her. “What?”
Aiden nodded. “You think fate made you weak so you’d need protecting?” He leaned closer. “No, Aria. Fate made you lethal. And it’s time you learned how to be what you were born to be.”
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Unlocking the Blood
The next morning, Aria was led deep into the forest with Elias and Aiden. No pack warriors. No Lillian. No audience. Just the ancient clearing where Alphas once trained to control their beasts.
Aiden stood before her, eyes glowing.
“I’m going to shift.”
Aria tensed. “Why?”
“Because you need to learn to defend against your worst nightmare.”
His bones cracked. Fur burst from skin. In seconds, his massive black wolf loomed over her, eyes gold and wild.
And he charged....at her.
Aria screamed, diving out of the way. Instinct kicked in—she rolled, grabbed a branch, tried to swing—
But the wolf tackled her, pinning her flat on her back.
“You’re not fighting,” Elias barked. “You’re reacting. That’s what prey does!”
Aiden stepped back, panting, his wolf flickering between forms.
“Again.”
This time, something changed....
When he lunged, Aria’s heart snapped.
Not in fear.... In rage.
Her blood ignited. Her veins flared with silver light. Her eyes flashed violet.
Aiden froze mid-leap—and slammed into an invisible force that blasted him backward like a ragdoll.
Elias whistled. “Well, damn.”
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The Awakening
Aria stood shaking, her hands crackling with ancient power.
Aiden groaned from the forest floor but managed a grin.
“Looks like you’re not just a Luna,” he murmured. “You’re a weapon.”
She dropped to her knees, panting. “What… what was that?”
Elias crossed his arms, impressed. “That, girl, was your bloodline waking up. You didn’t fight back. You commanded the very power of the Moon.”
And for the first time, Aria didn’t feel like prey.
She felt like something else entirely.
A predator in her own right......
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