“I will never let you go, Amaya. Even if you hate me. Even if it kills you.” Amaya Blackwood was once the cherished daughter of an Alpha. Now, she is nothing but a prisoner in a mate bond she never asked for. Dante should have been her protector, but instead, he became her captor—cold, ruthless, and unwilling to let her go. No matter how much she begs for freedom, he refuses. Bound by fate, trapped by his obsession, Amaya must find a way to escape before she loses herself completely. But how do you run from the mate who will burn the world down to keep you?
View MoreAmaya POV“Get out,” he said without looking back. His voice was hoarse but sharp enough to make me flinch.I froze in the doorway, clutching the first aid kit tighter to my chest.“I came to help you,” I whispered, but he scoffed, still not turning to face me.“I don’t need your help, princess.”Even from where I stood, I could see the way his hands trembled when he tried to reach the deeper lashes on his back.My grip tightened around the kit. “I am not a princess,” I muttered, stepping closer despite the cold warning in his voice. “And you clearly need my help. Your wound is still bleeding.”He didn’t say anything, his shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. I took another step forward, then another until I was next to him. When he still hadn’t said anything, I slowly knelt beside him and set the first aid kit on the floor.I grabbed a bottle of antiseptic and a clean cotton pad, but when I lifted my hand, I hesitated, hovering just above his ruined back.Up cl
Amaya POVIt was a light peck. Barely even a kiss, if we were being technical.But it was everything to me.He froze for a moment, his body stiffening under my touch, and I could feel his heart hammering just as wildly as mine.Then it all shattered as he shoved me away.Hard enough that I stumbled back a few steps, catching myself on the stone bench behind me.His eyes widened in disbelief and something I couldn’t name. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, like he was holding himself back.“Amaya…” he said hoarsely, but whatever words he meant to say were swallowed by a much heavier silence.A silence broken a second later by the slow, deliberate sound of footsteps approaching.I turned, and my heart dropped straight into my stomach.Standing at the edge of the garden path, with his arms crossed and an expression like a brewing storm, was my father.The Alpha.I knew immediately that he had seen everything.Dante dropped to his knees in front of him without hesitation, he
Amaya POV “Now your faces! Closer!” she instructed. Was she out of her mind?! I almost choked on air but remembered she was just a child. Dante was already leaning in and I had no choice but to do the same. Our faces were now inches apart, and I could feel his breath brushing lightly across my skin. It was torture. This was torture, and no matter how hard I tried to hold my breath, the scent of him still crept into my nose and clung to all my senses. It was all a cruel reminder. Dante tilted his head a little, and when I dared a quick glance at him, his eyes were already on me. I quickly looked away. The tension was so thick between us, it was a wonder the little girl didn’t notice. Minutes passed. Painful, heavy minutes we stayed like that. “Done!” the girl finally announced, and I sighed in relief. Dante immediately pulled away and I felt my shoulders relax. The girl turned the canvas around proudly, and I braced myself for the masterpiece — but what greeted me were two
Amaya POV It felt like he had made it his life mission to always stick around me like a leech. No matter how much I tried to avoid him, he seemed even more determined, and that pissed me off. Did he really think I would suddenly change my mind just because he was constantly being around and suddenly playing the Mr. Nice Guy? Heck! His presence was only making everything worse. “Here,” he said. His voice was rough, a little like he didn’t know what else to say. “I didn’t even want this,” I muttered under my breath, mostly to myself. But when I saw him shift uncomfortably, like he was bracing for me to shove it back at him, I sighed and reached up to take it anyway. Ryder was the one who had gotten it for me, after all, so it would be rude to just toss it aside. I watched him hesitate for a second, then he asked, “Can I sit?” “Why ask when you’re going to do what you want anyway?” I didn’t even look up at him when I answered, hugging the wolf closer to my chest. And jus
Amaya POV Long story short, we ended up accepting Dante’s offer. Dante held the passenger seat door open, urging me to step in, but Ryder took it instead. “Thank you,” he said, closing it behind him. I swear I saw Dante’s jaw tighten before he forced a smile, and I climbed onto the backseat with Briella. The second Dante slid into the driver’s seat, the air shifted, becoming uncomfortably quiet. To distract myself, I kept my gaze out the window, pretending to admire the view even though all I could see were endless fields and a few scattered trees. The second I stepped out of the car, I was hit by the full force of the chaos. Colorful paper lanterns were strung across every street, bobbing gently in the breeze. Stalls lined both sides of the roads, decorated with silver ribbons and tiny glowing lights. The smell of fried dough, roasting meat, and sweet candied apples filled the air, making my stomach growl despite the heat. Music blasted from hidden speakers somewhere, mi
Amaya POV. Day 1 of the Full Moon Festival began today. You could already hear fireworks being blasted even though the main event didn’t start until tonight. I had everything I wanted to do planned out — shopping, trying all the food stands, maybe even entering one of those rigged games if I was feeling lucky. Any form of distraction was all I needed. I had been looking forward to this all week. “Which outfit do you think is better? This—” I held up a light purple flowy dress against myself in the mirror, “—or the white one with the lace?” Briella, who was lazily stretched across my bed flipping through her phone, didn’t even glance up. “Both look good,” she said, and I sighed dramatically. “You are not even looking. Come on, this is serious!” With an exaggerated groan, she lifted her head, glanced once at the dresses, and said flatly, “White,” then immediately turned back to her phone. I looked at the white dress… then the purple one… then back at the white one. “B
Dante POV I couldn’t sleep. Not even for a second. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Ryder cupping her chin and leaning in. It haunted me. And I hated it. I hated how easily he made her smile, how she leaned into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. And I knew I had no one to blame but myself. Still… I couldn’t stand the thought of what I saw. By afternoon, I was pacing around like a caged wolf. I needed to clear my head, get away from the image of her lips on his. So I walked—aimlessly. The estate grounds were unusually quiet. Most of the warriors were on patrol or at training. For once, the silence felt like a gift. At least, until I heard familiar voices and smelled her scent. Lavender and honey, now mixed with something stronger. I froze as I recognized the other voice too. Of course she had to be with him. I could bare stand the thought off seeing them together again, who knows what I would walk into this time. I was about to turn away
Amaya POVRyder and I sat opposite each other on the bench just outside the estate. The afternoon sun had dipped low behind the trees, casting long shadows across the grounds, but neither of us seemed in a rush to leave.We hadn’t said a word since we sat down.The silence stretched between us like an invisible wall. It had been almost half an hour, and I couldn’t take it anymore.“So…” I started, fidgeting with my fingers. “Does he know?” I asked.He gave me a strange look, and I immediately groaned. “Okay, that was stupid. Of course he knows. It’s the mate bond…”He didn’t say anything, he just stared at the ground like it had all the answers he didn’t.“Why did you keep it a secret?” I asked softly.He sighed. “What do you think? My mate is a man and…” he hesitated, swallowing hard. “He doesn’t even seem interested.”That made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t expect.“But then you asked me out,” I said, more confused now. “Why would you do that if you already knew Cyrus was your
Amaya POV “Targeted?” The word echoed in my head. I leaned forward in my seat, gripping the armrest. “By who?” “We don’t know that yet,” Alpha Beckett replied, “but based on the reports of what happened last night and statements from the others… it certainly seems that way.” I frowned. “I don’t understand.” He exhaled, then leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “The others weren’t attacked the way you were. Briella, for instance—she said she chased down a rogue, but not once did it actually fight back. Instead, it led her in circles, then straight into a dead end where she got trapped.” “Wait… what?” My brows furrowed. “The pattern repeats,” he continued. “The others shared similar stories. Light attacks, easy escapes, nothing too serious.” I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly becoming dry. “But you…” he looked at me, “you were ambushed. Not by one. By nearly a dozen rogues. Some of them came from directions no one else had encountered. It’s almost like… they w
Amaya POV “I want a divorce,” I said, but there was no response. “I said I want a divorce,” I repeated louder this time, clenching my fists at my sides. Alpha Dante finally looked up from his desk, staring at me like I had come to throw another tantrum. “You are tired. Go and have a nap or something,” he said dismissively. I bit down on my lips and, in annoyance, slammed the divorce papers I had secretly gathered on his desk. “What is this?” he muttered in irritation, flipping through the papers. “These are the divorce papers. I have my signature already on them. All that’s left is your signature.” His brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched. Then suddenly, he tore the papers into shreds, causing me to gasp. “What… what do you think you are doing? I spent months gathering that… why would you…” “I will not divorce!” His voice thundered, causing me to flinch. He tossed the shredded papers across the room. “You are my wife. The Luna of the Moonshade Pack. How dare you ask for ...
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