Amaya POV The moment my lips crashed into his, his body stiffened at first, clearly caught off guard, but then he melted into the kiss, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. I gasped as he deepened the kiss, struggling to breathe. When he pulled away to catch his breath, I looked up to meet his glowing red orbs. "What was that for?" His voice was hoarse, like he was trying to hold back. I opened my mouth, trying to come up with an excuse, but he shook his head. "No," he whispered. "Don't answer that." Saying that, he lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the desk. He held my chin up so I was forced to meet his burning gaze. "I don't care why you did it," he whispered close to my ear, causing me to shudder. "All I care about is that you did—and it's too late to back out now." He suddenly bit down on my earlobe, making me wince. I knew he was drunk, but damn it, why was he suddenly so good at this? My senses were getting overwhelmed. His lips mo
Amaya POV “That’s dirty.” He didn’t listen. Instead, he groaned, moving his mouth faster and his tongue delving deeper. “But you taste so good,” he murmured. “Too much,” I whimpered. Right now, I was so sensitive, my legs twitched and my fingers gripped his hair, but even then, he still refused to let go. What the hell had gotten into him? “You can take it,” he said in a deep voice. “Let me take care of you, Amaya.” I shuddered at his words, gripping his hair tighter than I intended to. I wanted to push him away so badly, but my body was betraying me. Each time his tongue flicked over my sensitive spot, I clenched involuntarily around nothing, already missing the feeling of him inside me. Finally, he pulled away. Breathing heavily, I could see the trail of my fluid glistening on his lips, down to his chin. He slowly licked his lips, savoring the taste, and then he leaned in and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and allowing me to taste myself. When he pu
Amaya POV My eyes fluttered open the next morning as rays from the morning sun hit my face. To my surprise, I found Dante lying next to me, still sound asleep. Knowing Dante, whenever we had sex, he never waited until the next morning. He was gone before I woke up, even though it was his bedroom. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, I thought to myself, staring at him as his chest rose and fell. Memories of last night flashed in my mind—the sweet words, the soft kisses, and the rough yet intimate sex. If only he was always like that. Was it so difficult to treat me like I actually mattered? Not wanting him to wake up and find me by his side, I tried to slip out of bed, but the moment I moved, I felt his arm tighten around me. I froze, feeling his bare chest against my back and his steady breathing against my skin. Damn it. If I forced my way out, he would wake up. And if he woke up, I would have to face him. I didn’t want to. I tried to carefully lift his
Amaya POV Suri flinched at my sudden change in tone, and her teary eyes darted to me in surprise. I hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but the second Kara’s name left Suri's lips, something in my chest tightened. "I... she just mentioned the files. That there were records of rogue pups, and she thought your mate—uh, I mean, the Alpha—was hiding something," she said, swallowing nothing. My jaw clenched, and before I could stop myself, my fingers tightened around Suri's arm. "I told you Kara wasn't a good person," I snapped, raising my voice without realizing it. "Why did you listen to anything she said and not even think to tell me? Can't you see she's doing this on purpose?" Suri's eyes widened, and she winced as my grip tightened. "She’s not as innocent as she looks! She tried to strangle me, Suri! She wants to get rid of me, and now she's going after you." The moment those words left my lips, I saw fear in her eyes, and her body trembled. That was when I realized my
Dante’s POV I sat behind my desk, staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey in my hand. I had stopped drinking years ago, but my mind had been a mess for the past week, so I couldn’t help it. And now, look where it had gotten me. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” Mako mocked in my head. I scoffed. “You were the one who fucking took over last night.” “Yes, because you would have chickened out. We both wanted it, so I helped.” He wasn’t wrong. I didn’t want to admit it, but the moment she kissed me, I had been struggling to hold back. I wanted her so badly, yet a part of me refused to give in. Until Mako took matters into his own paws and completely took over my body. I could still remember every bit of what happened last night, since our minds were connected—even though I was drunk. Her moans. Her grip. The way I made her cum for the first time. Fuck. “Thank you,” Mako said. I sighed and I took another sip from my glass, groaning as the burn hit my throat. My
Dante’s POV The entire packhouse was quiet at this time of the night. Amaya was standing only a few feet away, staring at the moon. She hadn’t spoken since we stepped into the garden, and as strange as it might sound, I desperately wanted to hear her voice. Say something. Anything. But all I got in return was more silence as she wrapped her arms loosely around herself. A soft wind blew, brushing her hair over her face, and she shivered a little. Instinctively, I took a step forward—but then she sighed, and my hand froze midair before I curled it into a fist and retracted it to my side. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she brushed the hair out of her face and tucked some strands behind her ear. This moment reminded me of the first time I saw her—except now, almost a decade had passed, and everything had changed. Back then, she was a spoiled princess, as Cyrus had claimed. Now… she looked exhausted. “She’s still so beautiful,”Mako murmured. I know. She
Dante POV “What the fuck happened to her?” She clawed at my wrist, struggling to breathe as my grip tightened. “A-Alpha—” “Don’t fucking stutter. Answer me!” I was barely holding back, and she whimpered, digging her nails into my arm and frantically shaking her head. “I-I don’t know! I swear, I don’t know!” “Bullshit!” I snarled. “You’re always with her. Always. And you expect me to believe you don’t know a damn thing?” Her lips trembled, her face turning red. Then Cyrus stepped forward. “Dante… you’re taking this too far.” “Stay the fuck out of this.” I glared at him. I was losing my mind. I knew I was. But I couldn’t stop it. Amaya was hurt. I could still see her pale, almost lifeless body in my mind, her blood staining my hands, her body convulsing. That doesn’t just happen. Something was done to her. And someone had to pay. It just so happens that Suri was right in front of me. She whimpered again, her face turning redder by the second. “Dante, let her g
Kara’s POV For years, I have been by Dante’s side, fighting with him. I was introduced to him by Beta Vaughn during the beginning of the revolution, and I fell in love with him at first sight. But he was cold—a man of few words—so it was difficult to get through to him. The only time he ever spoke to me was when he watched me fight. He was impressed by my skills, and he gave me a simple compliment. Just one sentence… “Not bad.” That was all. But that one sentence was enough to make my heart race. I fell for him even harder, and I believed that maybe, just maybe, I could prove myself to him. Even when I found out he was mated to the Alpha’s daughter, Amaya, I still stood by him. Through the blood, the war, and the betrayals. I fought for him. I killed for him. To most of us, he was only using her to get closer to the Alpha. So back then, I didn’t see her as a threat, just a pawn in his game. That’s all she was supposed to be. And when he became Alpha, I thought—no, I k
Amaya POVMy legs gave out, but Asher caught me again, easing me down until I was sitting against a rock. I clutched my stomach tighter as the pain from the stab resurfaced.“Are you okay?” Asher asked. When I looked up at him with a glare, he sucked in his lips and muttered, “Of course you’re not—you just got stabbed.”Thankfully, it wasn’t that deep. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.The white wolf must die.Another shiver ran down my spine as I recalled their hollow eyes and hateful words.“They really think I’m the villain,” I whispered, mostly to myself. But Asher, who had been pacing back and forth, froze and slowly turned to face me like he wasn’t sure if he should say something or just shut up and sit down.His eyes darted around before he finally walked over and crouched down in front of me.“They’re just kids,” he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re scared and brainwashed. They don’t know what they’re saying.”I didn’t respond.He sat down beside me, no
Amaya POVI thought it would be difficult, but I guess the perfume played a big role. Walking down the hallway, many guards glanced in my direction, but they all had the same expression—wrinkling their noses.And even when one tried approaching, I simply raised my hand before he could get closer, dismissing him instantly. Kara had a bossy, bratty reputation, so this was easy.Asher led me to where he claimed the kids were being held captive. By now, we had passed over twenty guards and turned more corners than I could keep up with.The moment I stepped inside, my fists clenched. It felt like a prison—but for children. I glanced around as I slowly approached. There were still other guards inside, watching the kids, but what pissed me off was the condition these kids were living in.When I walked past a cell, they shuddered back in fear, probably mistaking me for Kara.My fists clenched tighter when I saw a girl who looked around eight, holding a boy who couldn’t be older than five. She
Amaya POV“Aughhh!” I yelled, thrashing violently. The more he tried to hold me down, the more I struggled.“What’s going on!” Two guards rushed in, seeing the scene.“I don’t… she just started… acting all crazy,” the boy whose name I still hadn’t learned said. He was actually better at acting than I imagined.The two men shoved him away and held me down, and though they succeeded, it didn’t stop me from screaming.Soon, the sound of heels echoed down the hall. “What the hell is all this racket about?” Kara’s voice rang out as she strode into the room.The two guards stepped back, allowing her to assess the situation while I continued screaming, acting like I was mad.Kara snapped her finger. “Asher…” she called, and the boy slowly stepped forward. “What is this?” she demanded, pointing at me.“I… I think it’s the silver,” Asher muttered, his eyes darting from me to the guards. “She… she might be reacting to it.”Those words caught the guards off guard and one of them muttered, “… but
Amaya POVAlpha Kieran.A name whispered like a curse among rogues. He was powerful, ruthless, and once upon a time, respected.He was a rogue leader like no other. One who carved his power out of chaos and stitched together an empire from scraps. But even with all that, he had rules. Boundaries.That all changed after a war.No one knew what happened on the battlefield, but the Kieran who returned wasn’t the same. He came back… sick. Strangely, the next morning he ordered an attack—not against a rival pack, but his own people.Entire rogue settlements burned overnight.Children were ripped from their mothers’ hands screaming. Families torn apart like paper. Blood soaked the ground, and no one dared ask why. Kieran’s silence was more terrifying than his rage.And behind it all, his obsession with the White Wolf grew. I had been the target since my father’s death, but back then it was more subtle.But capturing me wasn’t enough. He wanted to extract my powers. And to do that, a ritual
Amaya’s POV It’s been four days since I’d been held captive. I hadn’t seen Kara since then, which was a little disappointing because I’d only been able to gather small pieces of information. The only person who ever visited was the young man—or should I say boy—who brought my meals every day. Every time he came in, he’d remove just one chain from my hand, place the food carefully in front of me, then watch from a distance as I ate. At first, I didn’t trust him. I thought maybe the food was poisoned, but remembering the blue-eyed man’s words about how they couldn’t harm me… it couldn’t possibly be. So I ate. And, as suspected, nothing happened. The boy who was sent to watch me never really spoke. In fact, the only time I ever heard his voice was when he muttered a single word. “Eat.” That was it. He didn’t even look at me when he said it—like he either didn’t want to or wasn’t allowed to. But I saw him. The way his fingers trembled when he unlocked the chains. The way
Dante POVI had just returned from another long, useless search for Amaya. It was late, almost past midnight, and I was dead on my feet.Not that it mattered. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. I’d become increasingly restless ever since Alpha Becket pulled me aside.He had also warned me to keep the truth from everyone — even Cyrus. According to him, the fewer people who knew, the safer it would be.Who would’ve thought the once delicate, childlike woman who stole my heart would turn out to be the last white wolf?I was so lost in thought that when I turned a corner, I slammed right into someone. I growled under my breath, massaging my temples.“I’m—” The apology died in my throat when I looked up.The man I’d bumped into was standing still, stiff, glaring at me. It made my instincts prickle.“I’m sorry for bumping into you,” I said, thinking maybe that was the reason for his attitude.Lately, I’d been apologizing more than usual. Normally, I would’ve just pushed past without
Amaya POVFew Days Ago…Briella had come to visit, which was unusual for her. It was late, and I had just stepped out of the shower, my robe clinging to my damp skin when I heard a knock at my door.“I need to talk,” she said. Without waiting for me to respond, she walked past me and collapsed onto my bed. I blinked, confused, then followed her.I turned back to the dressing table to dry my hair, but the silence stretched between us.“You wanted to say something?” I muttered, turning to meet her gaze. She wasn’t looking at me, but at her own hands, twisting nervously in her lap.I raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”Briella heavily slumped her shoulders. “I’ve been dishonest.” Her words caught me off guard. I stopped drying my hair.I turned fully to face her, leaning against the table. “What do you mean?” I asked.She fidgeted, her fingers twitching anxiously — a side of her I hadn’t seen before. Something was very off.“That day at the rogue territory…” she began, her voice bar
Amaya POVPain was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. There was a burning ache at the back of my head, and a throbbing pulse in my wrist where something cold and heavy dug into my skin. The sack still covered my face, so all I could see was nothing.I tried to move, but the chains rattled loudly, forcing me to realize my wrists were shackled to the wall behind me. The more I struggled, the deeper they dug into my skin.Where am I?I took a sniff of the air. The scent was unfamiliar. Suddenly, I heard footsteps followed by the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor.My heart began pounding heavily, yet I stayed as still as I could, keeping my breathing shallow under the sack.The dragging became louder and closer until it stopped right in front of me.“She’s awake,” came a rough voice.I flinched as cold fingers yanked the sack off my head. I squeezed my eyes shut due to the sudden brightness.When I finally dared to open them, I found myself staring into th
Dante's POV "Amaya!" I screamed and bolted upright in bed. My head spun and my arm burned from the IV a nurse was hurriedly trying to fix. It took only a second to realize I was in a hospital. "Where is she? Where is Amaya?" I growled, which startled the nurse so badly she stumbled back, trembling like a leaf. "I-I don't know..." she stammered. "You were found passed out on the road. Some passersby rushed you here. I-I'll go inform Sir Ryder you're awake," she said quickly and rushed out before I could stop her. Panic gripped me harder. How long had I been out? I glanced out the window. The sun was already high outside, and memories of last night crashed back into me like a nightmare. Amaya had been taken, and she had been missing since last night. Shit! I yanked the IV out of my arm and rushed towards the door, only to almost collide with Ryder, who was storming in. "Where is she?" he demanded, stepping furiously into the room with his eyes filled with rage. "You were with he