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
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
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
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
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
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’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
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 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