Dante’s POVBeep.Beep.Beep.I hadn’t slept a wink. I was too scared that if I closed my eyes—even for just a second—something bad would happen to her. Someone would walk in and take her from me.It’s been two days now. I hadn’t left her side.The pack healer was still on the run, and I was losing my shit.I sat in a chair next to her bed, gripping the edge of the mattress so tightly my knuckles turned white.“You need to wake up,” I muttered, staring at her almost lifeless body.The color and warmth in her face were completely gone.The sight made my jaw clench, and I reached for her hand.She was so fücking cold.“I swear, Amaya…” I squeezed her hand. “If you leave me…”I couldn’t even say the words.Because if she left—I had no idea what I would do.I lowered my forehead against our joined hands and exhaled. “Please.”The door opened, but I didn’t lift my head.“Alpha,” Suri said gently, stepping inside. I heard the clatter of a tray being set down—food, probably. “You haven’t ha
Dante’s POV“Several missing rogues in one night cannot just be a random coincidence,” said Gamma Gregor.“We have been at peace with most of the neighboring packs,” Delta Roland added. “Who would do this?”“Maybe it’s one of Gerrick’s followers,” Cyrus suggested, with his arms crossed.But Kara shook her head. “That’s not possible. We killed most—if not all. There is no way they could plan something like this.”“She has a point,” Head Warrior Riker muttered, tapping his fingers against the table. “This is too big for a scattered group of survivors.”“We must have a new threat,” Kara said. “For now, it would be best to tighten the security measures at the border.”They all hummed in agreement, then the room went silent.I could feel their eyes on me.I had been quiet the entire meeting, paying little attention to what they discussed. After all, they were the ones impatiently demanding my presence.“Alpha?” Kara broke the silence. “Do you have any thoughts on the matter?”I shifted in
My heart slammed against my ribs. Was she—? A sudden wave of dizziness hit me. I shook my head hard, trying to clear my vision. And just like that, the image shifted. Instead of holding the oxygen mask, her hands were wrapped gently around Amaya’s hand with an unreadable expression. What the fuck did I just see? Kara turned towards me, looking surprised. “Dante,” she muttered. “I didn’t expect you to be here.” I couldn’t move, my brow knitted together as my gaze shifted from her to Amaya. Had I imagined it? “Is something the matter?” She tilted her head slightly. I blinked, shaking my head as I took a step forward. “Wh–what are you doing here?” She let out a small sigh and turned her gaze back to Amaya. “Checking on her. You know this is the first time I am seeing her since the incident. Poor girl can’t catch a break,” she said, followed by a sad sigh. I must have imagined it, I thought to myself. Kara wouldn’t hurt Amaya. She had no reason to. In fact, she had been the on
Dante POVI hated bullies.They reminded me of my time in training camp when I was younger, smaller—but stronger. Strong enough to make them hate me for it. They hit me so badly I had broken a rib or two in the process and was left with a permanent scar at the back of my head.“Who are your parents?” I asked in a cold voice that made their tiny limbs tremble.The two older kids who had been so eager to push someone smaller now looked like they wanted to disappear.“Uh…” The scrawny blond one gulped. “M-My dad’s one of the warriors—”“We didn’t mean anything by it, Alpha,” the other, taller one cut in quickly.I arched a brow. “Oh? You didn’t mean anything by dragging a kid half your size through the dirt?”The blond boy opened his mouth, then shut it again.“I don’t tolerate bullying in my pack.” My eyes darkened, and I shifted my gaze to the little boy being bullied.“What’s your name?” I asked.“Leo,” he answered softly.“Leo.” I repeated, rolling the name on my tongue. “How would y
Amaya’s POV “Luna!” Suri gasped, throwing herself at me in a tight hug that made me wince. Unlike with Dante, I couldn’t bring myself to push her away, even though my body trembled slightly. “Oh, Luna, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you. Thank the Moon Goddess you’re finally awake.” She cupped my face like she was making sure I was real. Before I could respond, Dante’s voice cut through the room like a blade. “Leave.” Suri stiffened, taking a step back, but I caught her hand and shook my head. “No,” I said, frowning at him. “She just got here. She can stay.” His jaw tensed. “I am ordering her to leave.” I narrowed my eyes. “Are you seriously coming here just to start controlling things the moment I wake up?” Although my voice was barely above a whisper, the edge was sharp. His hands curled into fists. Suri shifted uncomfortably. “It’s okay, Luna. I will come back later.” Her voice was soft as she pulled her hand from mine and turned to leave. Now, we were alone. I tur
Amaya’s POV According to the doctor, I had a panic attack. My body had gone into shock from the stress, making it even harder to breathe. He managed to stabilize me, but I was still weak, drained from everything that had just happened. It was never life-threatening, but Dante didn’t take it that way. Lying in bed, I could hear Dante repeatedly scolding Suri for overwhelming me with too much information while she pleaded desperately. I felt bad for her, but in my state, I could do nothing. From that day on, Suri was forbidden to see me, which made me quite sad—especially since Dante was always around me like a guard dog. He spoke less and became even more protective. A week later, I was discharged, and he took me back to the packhouse himself, barely letting me walk on my own. I protested, but it all fell on deaf ears, so I stopped and just did whatever he said. And when we arrived, I was practically imprisoned in my room all over again. As the days passed, I started
Amaya’s POVI blinked, caught off guard.“How did you…?”“So it’s true.” He cut me off, his voice lower this time. His grip around my chin loosened, and he scoffed, taking a step back. “How long?” he asked.“What does it matter? It wouldn’t change a thing,” I said, shifting my gaze to the side, and that only pissed him off.“How. Long?” he asked again, clenching his jaw.I sighed. “Two years ago. She just… disappeared.”The words felt weird leaving my lips, like I had never said them out loud. Maybe because I hadn’t.I let out a shaky breath as I recalled the painful night—the night I felt truly alone in this world.It had been cold that night. I stared up at the moon, waiting—no, begging—for Nyx’s voice to return.But the silence was so loud.I called out to her over and over again, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. At first, I thought she was ignoring me, so I purposely shattered a glass in my hands to get her attention.Blood dripped down my fingers, tears rolled down my cheeks. I
Amaya’s POV The sound echoed down the hallway. My eyes widened as Suri’s head snapped to the side, and she covered her cheek with her hand. She staggered back from the force of the blow, her eyes filling with tears. My entire body stiffened — and worse, Kara’s smile deepened. “Pathetic,” she spat. And when Suri opened her mouth, she yelled again. “Did I tell you to speak?” She stepped closer, landing another slap on Suri’s face. Suri shook her head weakly, her eyes fixed on the floor — but that also seemed to upset Kara. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” When Suri hesitated, Kara grabbed a fistful of her hair. Suri gasped as Kara yanked her head back, forcing her to meet her gaze. “You can’t even follow basic instructions?” she hissed, digging her nails into Suri’s scalp. “No wonder you’re nothing but a useless little maid.” “Stop…” Suri’s voice broke. “Oh, so you can talk.” Kara yanked harder, making Suri wince. When she released her hair, she shoved her backward with so
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
Dante POV I've been having these dreams. Every damn night. We are back at the beach in that same resort. She's standing there in her nightgown, soaked and clinging to her skin like a second layer. The moonlight reflects her curves, and I can see everything. The outline of her nipples, her thigh, and the heat in her eyes. Worst part is she's looking at me like she wants it too. I would wake up hard and sweating heavily. My fingers curled into the sheets, wishing it was her hair instead. Her waist. Her throat while she moaned my name. Fuck. No matter how much I told myself to stay away, it was like my feet had a mind of their own. They were always dragging me back to her. I knew she wasn't really with Ryder, but the thought of her being around anyone else made my blood boil. Like before, I tried avoiding her. But somehow, I still found myself at the festival. This time I kept my distance. I stayed hidden in the shadows because I could feel myself burning up just being nea
Amaya POV Dante! Of every man I could have walked into, it had to be him. What was he doing here? I thought he wasn’t coming to the festival tonight. I was sure of it, so how the hell…? At this point, it felt like the Moon Goddess was playing some twisted game with me, pulling the strings just to see how far she could push me before I snapped. Before I could even process it, his head snapped toward the sound of the toppled crate. Our eyes met, and my heart skipped a beat. He looked stunned seeing me standing there. And I… God… I couldn’t move. I took a shaky step back, then another — but just as I turned to run off, “Amaya… wait!” he said. The next thing I felt was his hand grabbing my wrist, gently pulling me back. His other hand slowly cupped my face, and his eyes searched mine like he needed to feel if I was real. I shivered under his touch. “What are you doing here?” he asked. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my eyes anywhere but on the fact that his pants were still undo