Dante’s POV“Get out!”The maid stumbled back, her hands shaking as the glass she had dropped shattered at her feet. Her eyes widened, filled with tears, as she mumbled a frantic apology before scrambling toward the door.The door slammed shut behind her, the sound cutting through the tense air. I sighed, dragging a hand down my face.“Really?”I didn’t bother looking up at the sound of Cyrus’s voice. His heavy footsteps stopped just in front of the broken glass.“That’s the third maid this morning,” Cyrus said flatly. “You can’t keep terrorizing the staff like that.”I leaned back in my chair, already irritated by his presence. My eyes slid shut as I rubbed my temples. “What do you want?”“I should be asking you that,” Cyrus said, crossing his arms. “What’s up with you? You’ve been grumpier than usual all week. Everyone’s on edge around you.”I groaned, sighing silently. “It’s not my fault everyone seems to be getting on my nerves. Just now that maid couldn’t even bring a damn tray w
Dante’s POVToday was Amaya’s birthday, but I was standing in front of her grave.A bouquet of white lilies—her favorite—was in my hand, the stems damp from the rain that had already started to fall.We were supposed to leave for Vallora three days ago for the concert. We had the plane tickets and everything set, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave without seeing her first.“Happy birthday,” I muttered, crouching down to place the bouquet next to the cold marble. My fingers remained on the petals for a moment before I pulled away.Without anything else to say, I stood there. For how long, I wasn’t sure. Long enough for the rain to soak through my jacket, for my hair to stick to my face, for the chill to settle deep in my bones. But I couldn’t move. It felt wrong to leave her behind—again.Drops slid down my cheeks, mingling with the tears I refused to let fall. My throat burned as I swallowed hard.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, but the words dissolved into the sound of the rain.I return
Amaya’s POV He saw me. I didn’t notice it at first, but by the time I did, it was already too late. He even called my name. I cursed under my breath, my heart pounding as I spun around, pushing through the crowd, not glancing back once. The concert was still in full swing, but all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. Shit. Shit. Shit. I shouldn’t have come to the bar alone. I should have sent Ryder instead. Ryder. My eyes darted toward the VIP section where I knew he was waiting for me. When he saw me, he smiled, but then his brow furrowed as he stared at my empty hands. “Where are the drinks?” “We should go,” I said as I got close enough, pulling him by the arm. Ryder’s brow furrowed deeper as I tugged at him. “Why? It’s only the first half. The best part hasn’t even started yet.” “I changed my mind,” I said urgently, pulling him toward the exit. But he didn’t budge. “Why so suddenly? Did something happen?” “I’m fine!” I snapped, a little too harshly. His eye
Amaya’s POV “We have a problem.” I gripped the handle of my suitcase a little tighter as I heard those words. “What… what do you mean?” “There aren’t any flights available. I tried calling, I tried checking online, but everything’s booked solid,” Ryder said in frustration. “Apparently, some huge event is happening in town, and people from all over have taken up all the flights.” “What about another airport?” “I checked. Same issue.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The only flights available are next week. A full seven days from now.” “What about the bus, the train… anything?” I asked, hoping there would be some kind of alternative, but he shook his head. I exhaled sharply. Seven days? No, I couldn’t stay here. There were a lot of what ifs? going on in my head. “Amaya.” Ryder said in a softer tone, stepping forward. Then, he placed his warm hand around my shoulder. “It’s not all that bad,” he said gently. “We could still continue with the plans I had for your bi
Amaya’s POVHis face went pale, and he stumbled back, his eyes locked on me like I was a ghost.“Amaya?” he choked out my name, his gaze sweeping over me from head to toe. “Wait—what? You’re alive? That… that can’t be possible. How are you alive?”My fists clenched at my sides as my heart pounded faster. My eyes darted around, searching for an escape while praying silently for Ryder to come to my rescue. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to change the topic.“What do you mean? This is a resort. And don’t try to change the topic.”Damn it.He took a step closer, but I instinctively moved back, and my body tensed.“You’re supposed to be dead,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. His brows furrowed like he was trying to make sense of something impossible. “I saw it happen, Amaya. I was there.”Of course he was. How they thought I was dead, I didn’t know. I honestly didn’t care, but it was too late now.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep my expression unreadable. “Well
Dante’s POVWife?The word echoed in my head over and over again, like a cruel fucking joke.I must have misheard. There was no way. No fucking way.But Amaya didn’t correct him. She didn’t laugh and say it was a mistake.We just stood there.With him.My breathing became ragged, my fists clenched so tight that my nails dug into my palms. The pain barely registered over the storm raging inside me.“What did you say?” I growled, already stepping forward. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kill him for saying it or beat the truth out of him.His expression didn’t change. He just stared at me blankly with that same arrogant calmness.“You heard me,” he repeated. “Amaya is my wife.”Worse, he wrapped his hand around her waist like he had every fucking right to touch her.She was my mate. She was mine.I saw red. I could barely recognize the sound of my own voice when I let out a low, menacing chuckle.“That’s funny,” I said, tilting my head. “Because last I checked, my mate—” I bit out the word
Amaya’s POV“I can’t believe that bastard. He’s got some nerve. You’ve been gone for almost a year! I thought they said he was in pain over your death. He doesn’t look like someone who’s suffering. He hasn’t changed a bit—still the same arrogant bastard,” Ryder said, looking physically pissed as he paced back and forth.After the incident, the entire dinner was ruined. I had completely lost my appetite, and Ryder even had to cancel the other plans he had for me that night.Now we were back in my hotel room, and Ryder wouldn’t stop ranting about Dante.I had changed into a more comfortable outfit as I sat on the bed, quietly watching him pace. There was a lot I wanted to say, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying the scene over and over again.“He couldn’t even pretend to care. That’s what pisses me off the most. How did you cope with that idiot all those years?” His question was directed at me, but I just remained silent, unsure of how to respond.I mean, what was I supposed to say? The
Dante’s POV Cyrus drank so much that night, and as predicted, I had to carry him back to his hotel room. I don’t know why he drank this much—it was so out of character for him—but who was I to stop him? “Where the hell have you two been?” Raven said as soon as I stepped into his suite. “I tried calling you guys, but you weren’t picking up. Even the mind link wasn’t working.” I exhaled, adjusting Cyrus’s weight on my shoulder before dumping him onto the couch. He groaned in protest but didn’t wake up. “Drinking,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “What?” Raven’s eyes widened. “Since when did Cyrus start drinking? What did you do to him?” “What do you mean, what did I do to him?” I said, clearly offended. “You should ask him when he wakes up.” Raven glared. She wasn’t upset that her brother got drunk. Nope. She was pissed because we ignored her. Raven hated being ignored. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” she suddenly asked, catching me off guard, but I ignore
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
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