Chapter 138

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 face looked ful