تسجيل الدخولArielle's POV I couldn't stop thinking about what Stella had said.I think you need to go see Victor. Right now.I sat on the edge of my bed staring at the wall.Could she be thinking that I...I was turning into what Victor was?Was that even possible? And if it were, how did I turn?These were questions Victor could answer. He would know what was wrong with me.I grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs.I almost made it to the front door before Martha spotted me."Going somewhere, dear?"Forcing a smile, I replied, "Just getting some air."The old woman narrowed her eyes. Clearly she didn't believe me, but thankfully she didn't stop me.A few minutes later I was in my car heading toward the police station.The closer I got, the stranger I felt. My pulse kept speeding up. My palms were sweating.I couldn't deny that seeing him again was something I'd been looking forward to.The realization annoyed me."Get a grip, Arielle. You're only going there to ask questions, not spend the nigh
VICTOR’S POVThe concrete floor of the holding cell was freezing, but I barely felt it.I sat with my back pressed against the stained wall, my wrists loosely bound by heavy steel handcuffs. The noise of the police station. Phones ringing, distant shouting, the rhythmic clacking of a typewriter were supposed to be deafening, but to me, it was just background noise.My mind was entirely occupied by the haunting image of Arielle’s face.The last time I saw her was a blur of flashing red and blue lights.The look she gave me before the car door slammed shut was permanently burned into my mind. She looked worn out from the trauma of her abduction, but hurting even more from the disappointment of the truth. That I killed her mother.A heavy wave of guilt wrapped around my chest, making it hard to breathe. I closed my eyes, the memory of that horrific night flashing behind my eyelids. The weight of Selene's blood on my hands was a curse I carried willingly, but seeing that same horror
Arielle’s POV I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck.Every part of my body hurt.I groaned and slowly opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling above my bed. For a moment, I couldn't remember what had happened. Then, flashes came rushing back.Golden eyes. Pain. So much pain. It felt like my bones had been breaking apart, one after another.I sat up carefully, wincing as soreness spread through my muscles. "What the hell happened to me?" I whispered.The room was quiet. Sunlight poured through the curtains, making everything look normal. But nothing felt normal.A knock sounded on the door before one of the maids entered. "Miss Arielle, the doctor is waiting downstairs."I frowned. "The doctor?""He has been coming and going since you passed out" I noticed how she stood by the door without entering.“How long was I out?”“Three days miss Arielle” That long? The maid added “your father called the doctor immediately you passed out” Of course he did.A few minutes later, I foun
Arielle’s POV Some days passed after Victor's arrest and my rescue. Very long and exhausting days. The kidnapping was everywhere on the news. Every channel talked about Simeon Kane’s arrest and how he had orchestrated everything because my father planned to expose his illegal dealings. Reporters crowded outside our mansion daily. Police officers came in and out constantly. And somehow, despite all the chaos around me… Victor remained the only thing on my mind. I hated it. I hated that after finding out he killed my mother, part of me still couldn't let him go. My father noticed it too. That was probably why he hadn't asked me about my relationship with Victor. Like pretending he didn't exist would somehow erase the contradicting feelings I was having. But it couldn't. Because every quiet moment brought him back into my head. Especially at night. Every single night, I dreamed about Victor. Sometimes I dreamed about the night we slept together. His han
Arielle’s POVThe warehouse stayed painfully silent. Even the officers looked confused.My father kept staring at Victor with pure hatred in his eyes.Like he had waited years for this exact moment.I looked toward Victor so fast my neck hurt.“What?”Victor said nothing.And somehow his silence hurt more than anything else.“No,” I whispered immediately. I couldn't have possibly slept with my mother's murderer could I?My father laughed bitterly.“I saw him that night,” he snapped angrily. “Your mother died because of him.”I turned toward Victor desperately.“I can't,” he admitted quietly.Everything inside me broke apart.I slowly stepped backward.“No…”“Arielle,” he said softly.“Don't say my name.”Tears burned my eyes instantly.My father moved protectively in front of me immediately like he was afraid Victor would suddenly attack.“That animal killed your mother seven years ago,” he continued harshly. “I saw him shift after attacking her.”Victor clenched his jaw tightly.“I
Arielle’s POVAnother growl ripped through the warehouse.The sound was so loud the walls almost seemed to shake with it.Another growl followed.Closer this time.My heart hammered violently against my chest.Then suddenly, the metal warehouse door burst open with a deafening crash.Everything happened too fast after that.A huge dark wolf lunged at the first man near the entrance and threw him hard across the room before anyone could react.Gunshots immediately exploded everywhere.The wolf moved impossibly fast.One second it was near the door.The next it was tearing another man away from me before he could even raise his weapon properly.The glowing blue eyes landed on me briefly before returning to the men surrounding us.I stared in complete shock.Blue eyes. Was that Victor?The same man who touched me earlier suddenly grabbed my chair from behind and dragged me backward roughly.“Stay still!”I gasped painfully as the ropes dug deeper into my wrists.The wolf growled lowly an







