LOGINDANIELA’S POVBefore I could do anything, my eyes swept across the room quickly. The door and the windows. then back to Alexander and the two men.I silently measured the distance between Alexander and the assassins. Neither of them stood close enough to reach him immediately. Good.A slow smile spread across my face even as my nerves settled into cold calmness.This was not my first time dealing with low paid assassins.I had survived far worse men than these two.“Then let me die,” I challenged the man holding the pistol.His eyes darkened instantly.“You think I fear you, bitch?” he growled.His gaze flickered toward the closed door before shifting toward the windows. Locked.He thought he had control.Pathetic.“Who even paid you people to stoop this low?” I asked calmly. “Ready to use guns inside a hospital?”The man tightened his grip around the pistol.“Fuck you. Go to hell!”The second his finger twitched against the trigger, I moved.My leg shot upward hard enough to crush hi
DANIELA’S POVOf all the people in the world, why would Alexander save me?Why?Was it guilt?Was he finally regretting everything he had done to me in the past?And Laura…Where the hell had she disappeared to?My fingers curled tightly around the strap of my handbag as I walked down the quiet hospital hallway. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air, making my stomach twist.Those people at the warehouse… they were not ordinary.And Laura?Goddess.That woman had far more secrets hidden beneath her perfect smile than I had ever imagined.All those lies she fed me, all those tears she shed whenever she spoke about Alexander… I had truly believed she loved him.Turns out, she never did.I released a tired sigh and pushed the thoughts away before they drowned me again.The hospital room door creaked softly as I pushed it open.Vivian lay peacefully on the bed, sunlight spilling through the curtains and falling across her face. Color had finally returned to her skin after days of r
DANIELA’S POV"Die you whore!" I heard the words before one of the remaining gunmen I didn’t know was there, aimed straight at my chest, finger already squeezing the trigger. Time slowed. I saw the barrel flash.Then a heavy body slammed into me.Alexander crashed against my side and took the hit. The poisonous dart buried itself deep in his shoulder instead of mine. He grunted, stumbled, but stayed on his feet long enough to shove me behind him. He had already shifted back to his human form.The world around me stopped, my eyes wide open and face hitched, my mouth left agape before a guttural scream escaped my throat.“Alexander!” His face twisted in pain. Sweat broke out across his forehead as the toxin spread fast. He dropped to one knee, breathing hard.The warehouse doors burst open. More armed men poured in, reinforcements Laura must have called earlier. Their boots thundered against the concrete. Guns raised. They came for blood. Nacko rushed in front of me, trying to create
“I’ve always been three steps ahead of both of you idiots,” Laura spat. The words hung in the stale air of the warehouse, vibrating with a confidence that made my skin crawl. Was it a bluff? A dying gasp of arrogance? Or was it the simple, cold truth? I looked at the jagged scar running down my arm—a permanent souvenir of the day she had nearly succeeded in ending my life.Beside her, the scarred man, stepped forward. He leaned in, pressing a lingering, possessive kiss to her temple. “My girl’s smart like that,” he rumbled, his voice like gravel grinding together.Alexander’s reaction was visceral. I could hear the audible creak of his leather gloves as his hands curled into white-knuckled fists. “Who is he?” Alexander’s voice was a low, dangerous vibration in his chest.Laura tilted her head, her disheveled hair falling over her bruised face. She was a ruin of a woman, but her eyes burned with a terrifying, manic triumph. “Meet Marcus. My real partner. The one who actually knows how
DANIELA’S POVAlexander still had his hand locked around Laura’s throat when the door exploded inward.Wood cracked. Hinges screamed.Boots struck the concrete in heavy rhythm, each step deliberate, each step owned.Four men poured into the room, broad and solid, their faces shadowed beneath dark caps. Guns rose with them, steady, practiced. The faint shine of metal caught the harsh light above us, and the air shifted, thick with oil and sweat and something colder beneath it.Alexander moved fast. His gun came up in the same breath.Too slow.A kick snapped against his wrist. The weapon flew from his grip, skidding across the floor before vanishing beneath a cabinet.My fingers tightened around the needles in my palm.Useless.Not yet.“Everybody freeze.”The voice cut through the room, low and controlled. It did not need to be loud to command attention.My gaze followed it to the man standing slightly ahead of the others. His eyes moved once across the room, taking everything in. Me.
DANIELA’S POV The shock on Alexander’s face hit me first. His forehead tightened, his mouth fell open, and his eyes bulged as if he truly believed a ghost had walked into the room. His fingers loosened around the gun just slightly, enough to show the tremor he was fighting to hide.And yet… I felt nothing.There was no thrill, no long-dreamed satisfaction. I always thought that if this moment ever came, him seeing me, recognizing me, realizing the truth he buried, I would smile, maybe even feel some twisted sense of victory. But as he stared at me as if his world had snapped open, there was nothing inside me. No happiness. No satisfaction.It felt… empty. As if part of me had always known he would discover me again. As if a small and pathetic piece of me thought he would find me on his own.What a fool.I forced that thought out of my head, snapping myself back to the room, to the woman tied to the chair behind us and to the silver needles warming in my hand.“What is so surprising,
DANIELA’S POV “Alexander?” The name slipped out of my mouth before I even understood what I was doing. It felt as if someone had taken control of my voice. I let go of Vivian’s hand and stood up. My chest felt tight. My breathing was uneven. It was time. I could not keep running from him forever.
DANIELA’S POV “How is she?” I whispered under my breath as I moved through the sterile, echoing corridors of the hospital, my heels clicking sharply against the tile. Each step felt heavier than the last, like gravity had decided my chest was a boulder to carry. My hands were trembling, though I tr
DANIELA’S POV “I have been lenient with you since I stepped inside this place, Laura. But enough is enough.” My voice broke through the room like a roar. The sound bounced off the concrete walls. My anger rose with every breath. My wolf paced inside me, clawing at the edges, begging to be released
DANIELA’S POV The warehouse crouched at the edge of the old industrial district like a forgotten beast. Rust clung to its bones. Shadows clung to its corners. When Thomas pulled the car to a stop, the air outside tasted like metal and damp concrete. A lonely bulb above the steel door flickered, its







