Aria Silvan of the Fallen Line.

Zayne Blackthorn.

Alpha Rylan Blackthorn!

Cassian Blackthorn wasn’t finished yet.

You're acting like I'm the monster under your bed.

You’re fun, Aria. Even my brothers seem intrigued.

We eat strays like you alive.

Everything can be taken, little one.

Four Alphas to one omega?

He's the 'ghost,' remember?

Resistance is futile, little stray. And frankly, quite tiresome.

I would rather die than be your prisoner!

A dangerous favor.

They say you're… claimed.

You really think you can run, omega?

My fight felt useless, my hope a fragile, shattered thing.

I’ve been surviving long before I knew your names.

I should’ve marked her that day.

Her lips weren’t Aria’s.

Then I’ll bury you in my arms.

Are you his flavor of the day? Enjoy the leftovers.

Approaching them was a risk.

You want to cause a ruckus at the Gala?

The moment I saw her… I stopped breathing.

Though I didn’t think you’d stoop to using another male as a shield.

We agreed, no physical force. Not yet.

And oh, I was going to enjoy breaking her pride.

A stray omega, flaunting herself like that. She needs to be taught a lesson.

It ripped through me, an unexpected, agonizing wound.

Kissing his girlfriend in front of me.

You’re merely… an accessory.