# Chapter 135**Dante’s POV**My grip tightened around the flowers as I waited outside her office.For almost three years since she left, I had been living under the radar.Amaya was doing well for herself — I could tell. She was literally everywhere. News. Interviews. She was a rising sensation, a new hope for society. People looked up to her. Even pack members who once condemned her would make subtle comments, asking about her, wishing for her return.I didn’t pay them any mind.But there were many nights I found myself reaching for my phone, dialing her number, desperate just to hear her voice. And every time, I had to remind myself — I made a promise to get better first.For both our sakes.So now that I was finally reaching out, I just hoped she wouldn’t push me away.“Hey, princess,” I said, my voice cracking a bit from the mix of emotions swirling inside me. After all this time, I was finally standing in front of her.She had grown. Her hair flowed over her shoulders again. Her
# Chapter 135**Dante’s POV**My grip tightened around the flowers as I waited outside her office.For almost three years since she left, I had been living under the radar.Amaya was doing well for herself — I could tell. She was literally everywhere. News. Interviews. She was a rising sensation, a new hope for society. People looked up to her. Even pack members who once condemned her would make subtle comments, asking about her, wishing for her return.I didn’t pay them any mind.But there were many nights I found myself reaching for my phone, dialing her number, desperate just to hear her voice. And every time, I had to remind myself — I made a promise to get better first.For both our sakes.So now that I was finally reaching out, I just hoped she wouldn’t push me away.“Hey, princess,” I said, my voice cracking a bit from the mix of emotions swirling inside me. After all this time, I was finally standing in front of her.She had grown. Her hair flowed over her shoulders again. Her
# Chapter 135**Dante’s POV**My grip tightened around the flowers as I waited outside her office.For almost three years since she left, I had been living under the radar.Amaya was doing well for herself — I could tell. She was literally everywhere. News. Interviews. She was a rising sensation, a new hope for society. People looked up to her. Even pack members who once condemned her would make subtle comments, asking about her, wishing for her return.I didn’t pay them any mind.But there were many nights I found myself reaching for my phone, dialing her number, desperate just to hear her voice. And every time, I had to remind myself — I made a promise to get better first.For both our sakes.So now that I was finally reaching out, I just hoped she wouldn’t push me away.“Hey, princess,” I said, my voice cracking a bit from the mix of emotions swirling inside me. After all this time, I was finally standing in front of her.She had grown. Her hair flowed over her shoulders again. Her
# Chapter 135**Dante’s POV**My grip tightened around the flowers as I waited outside her office.For almost three years since she left, I had been living under the radar.Amaya was doing well for herself — I could tell. She was literally everywhere. News. Interviews. She was a rising sensation, a new hope for society. People looked up to her. Even pack members who once condemned her would make subtle comments, asking about her, wishing for her return.I didn’t pay them any mind.But there were many nights I found myself reaching for my phone, dialing her number, desperate just to hear her voice. And every time, I had to remind myself — I made a promise to get better first.For both our sakes.So now that I was finally reaching out, I just hoped she wouldn’t push me away.“Hey, princess,” I said, my voice cracking a bit from the mix of emotions swirling inside me. After all this time, I was finally standing in front of her.She had grown. Her hair flowed over her shoulders again. Her
Amaya POV “What is this place?” I asked as we stepped into the restaurant. It took less than a 30-minute ride from my place, but I’d never even heard of it before. The restaurant was huge, with only a few people scattered around. It was quiet, elegant, and dimly lit—the kind of spot where even the air felt expensive. I let my eyes wander in complete awe until my gaze landed back on Joseph, who was pulling out a chair for me. “Thank you,” I said, sliding into the seat. He walked over and sat across from me. “This restaurant is exclusive,” he said, resting his elbows lightly on the table. “Only a few people have access to it.” I nodded in response, still taking in the details around me. A waiter approached with a small smile, handed us the menu, then left without a word. My eyes scanned the page, but almost everything looked foreign. The names were long, fancy, and definitely not in English. My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of anything. Joseph must’ve noticed my
Amaya POV Finally, she caught her. Briella came back on screen, breathing heavily with Sage in her arms. My smile widened the second her cute little face popped into view. “Hey, baby! How are you?” I asked in a high-pitched voice. She giggled sweetly. “Say hi to Aunty Amaya,” Briella said, holding the phone closer. Sage waved her tiny hands and gave the biggest toothy grin. I waved back, matching her energy. “Aww, you’re so big! What’s mommy been feeding you, huh?” Briella snorted. “She eats everything except what I actually cook.” I laughed. “She must get her appetite from her father, huh?” Because Briella herself was a picky eater. As if on cue, the door creaked open in the background. “Dada!” Sage squealed, wriggling out of Briella’s grip like a slippery fish and running straight off-screen. “Hey, Nelson!” I called out with a wave, even though I wasn’t sure if he could see me. Nelson appeared briefly, smiling as he scooped Sage up into his arms. “Hey, Amaya! Happy birth