Aria’s POV
I laughed softly as I rolled across the wide, luxurious bed, the sound bitter and cruel even to my own ears.
Everything was falling into place.
Alpha Mendoza. The feared Alpha King. The wolf every pack bowed to. An Alpha said to be carved from ice and iron, untouched by emotion. And yet here he was, wrapped around my fingers without even realizing it.
Unbelievable.
Being reborn had given me many things. A sharper mind. A colder heart. And a body that obeyed my will like a weapon perfectly forged. Curves that drew the eye. A presence that pulled wolves closer without effort. Alphas were no different. They prided themselves on control, yet their instincts betrayed them first. Desire blurred judgment. Lust drowned caution. And once that happened, power shifted quietly into my
