ログインAriana’s POVMy heart raced rapidly. The sight of Liam was already disheartening because of his present state and then, he was being used to stop us from moving.I watched the shock on Fernando’s face, he switched between different expressions, I was certain that had destabilized him.Liam looked to weak to even move, his eyes slightly closed, “You can both leave me,” he smiled briefly, “I won’t survive this, anyway.”My eyes landed on his lower abdomen and a cut on his stomach caught my eyes, he was bleeding and losing blood.“Fuck,” I bit my lips.“His stomach, Fernando. Look at it,” I whispered.Fernando’s eyes went directly there also.“We would save him, Ariana. I would need you to touch him, you have the healing energy, Ariana. Just do as I say.”I nodded my head, despite my heart in a turmoil of rage.“Look at me, Liam,” Fernando called, “you will survive this, I will make sure of that.”Liam faintly nodded his head.The fear that paralyzed my mind was soon made away with as Ke
Fernando’s POVThe blackout slowed the movement in the room, the room was filled with the metallic smell of gunpowder and the chandelier being melted.“Fuck!” I heard Kelvin curse, his breathing ragged, “you really had to do this, huh?” He sounded like he wanted me to say something so he could launch at me.I ignored.I had only one goal in the room.Just one. To save Ariana and her mother.“The lights, Kelvin,” Victoire’s yell filled the dark room, “get the lights now!”“I’m trying!” Kelvin retorted, obviously frustrated, “I will get someone to do it.”Then, a loud sound echoed in the hall, “ouch!” Kelvin winced in pain.“You always cannot do anything right!” Elena snapped, “Mom, do we really need him to work with us?” “Quiet!” Victoire yelled.“I’m trying, okay?” Kelvin struggled to say, pain still evident in his tone.They were pulling up a drama but I ignored them totally.I crawled over to Ariana and she was obviously knocked out, from the shock. My hands moved on her body quic
Fernando’s POVI shut my eyes, slowly counting under my breath till he got to me.“Our guards are lying lifeless,” the guard’s voice said again, his tone shaking from having run up.“Lifeless?” Kelvin’s tone dropped, he sounded shocked, “the CCTV footage? Get it ready for me!” He yelled, suddenly regaining the poise that was needed for him to act with authority.My breath hit her as I struggled to swallow hard without making my presence noticeable.The guard hesitated for a moment.“Did you hear me?” Kelvin said again, obviously wondering why he had not moved to see that what he wanted was done.“The footage was disconnected,” the guard said, “Luna Victoire asked to not connect it,” his voice low as if he was disappointed at the turnout.Only then did I heave a sigh of relief. My body still pressed firmly to the underside of the staircase.“Fuck!” Kelvin cursed, “mobilize the men and search everywhere thoroughly!” He ordered, his voice raised to its highest, “ensure that you tighten t
Fernando’s POVAriana’s text flashed across my screen and I read every bit of it. I read the words that I wanted to hear by myself. I had felt the raw emotions that the message carried. The ending of the message made my heart stop for a bit and I concluded that something was wrong.It was not just a live confession, it also sounded like a death note. My mind thought of everything that could probably be going wrong but I couldn’t think of one.“Joel,” I called and he answered immediately, “get my motorcycle ready.”I informed him and got into a fresh attire. Joel appeared again, “It’s ready, Alpha,” he said, “Do I have to come along?” He asked.I shook my head, “keep the pack safe.”I instructed and sprinted towards my motorcycle which I hopped on and rode off.As I approached the Blood moon pack, the bikers were gathered at the gate, the security had grown tighter. I tried to go in but denied me entry, I dialed Ariana’s number but the call didn’t connect.I didn’t stop, I stormed in
Ariana’s POVThe wind still carried the chill of the night as I sat on the edge of my bed, phone clutched in my hand like it might burn me. Thirty-six hours had shrunk to less than twenty-four now, each minute slipping away like sand through clenched fists.I opened the messages app for the tenth time. Fernando’s name stared back at me, our last conversation from weeks ago, something casual about pack borders sat there unanswered. I hated how normal it looked. How unaware it was of what was coming.My thumbs hovered.I typed: Fernando, there’s something I need to tell you.Delete.Tried again: I don’t know if I’ll make it back from this, but you deserve to know that I…Delete.My chest ached. What right did I have to drop this on him now? When I might not even survive the night? But the thought of leaving without him knowing… of him never understanding why I’d pulled away, why I’d kept my distance even when every instinct screamed to close it…I didn’t have a reason to tell him, not
Ariana’s POVThe ride back to the pack felt endless, each jolt of the vehicle rattling through my bones like a warning I refused to hear. My phone had buzzed twenty minutes ago, Liam’s name flashing across the screen, and the message was short enough to stop my heart:Your mom is gone. No trace. Get here now.Gone.The word kept repeating in my head, louder than the engine, louder than the wind whipping past the window. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles ached white. I had only just found her especially after I had spend years of searching, after every dead-end lead and sleepless night. I wasn’t losing her again. Not now. Not ever.By the time I screeched into the pack territory, dusk had bled into the sky. Guards snapped to attention at the gate, but their salutes felt hollow. I didn’t stop to speak to anyone. I went straight for the east wing, her wing, my boots echoing too loudly down the polished corridors.Her door was unlocked. It was in contrast to when I had coke a
Ariana’s POVI just couldn't get used to the now peaceful halls, the serene view, having a room to myself.While still captivated by the serenity of sunlight creeping through the curtains, a knock comes from the door.Not sharp. Not impatient. Deliberate.“Ariana,” a deep voice says through the doo
Ariana’s POVWhat I had just found out greatly unsettled me.My mother was alive.I sat on the cold storage-room floor, knees pulled to my chest, staring at the cracked concretelike it might give me answers. My heart wouldn’t slow down.“She’s dead,” I whispered. “She has to be.” now muttering in
Amelia’s POVI stood with my arms folded, boots sinking slightly into the loose gravel as the sound of engines faded into the distance.Fernando and Ariana disappeared down the road, the bike shrinking until it was nothing but dust and heat waves. I didn’t blink until they were completely gone. I w
Fernando’s POVThe betrayal didn’t come from them wanting Ariana dead.I had always known Amelia despised her. I had suspected Raymond’s loyalty wavered whenever emotions were involved. That part wasn’t new. What truly ignited the unwavering fury burning through my veins was the realization that th







