_Rykerâs POV_I sat in my private jet, staring out the window as the clouds drifted by. My mind was a million miles away, preoccupied with thoughts of her. Arianna. The woman who had somehow managed to infiltrate my thoughts and occupy my every waking moment.My head throbbed with a headache, which had by now become a constant due to the endless meetings and projects Iâd taken on the last four days. The plan was to get my mind off her, so I barely gave my body up to three hours of rest, but each time I closed my eyes, she was right there.Jason, my beta and best friend, sat across from me, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You won't believe what happened to me last week," he said, leaning forward in his seat.I raised an eyebrow, but my mind wasn't really on Jason's story. I was too busy thinking about Arianna. What was she doing right now? Was she thinking about me? What did it even matter whether she was thinking about me?! I scolded myself, trying to silence my wolf who was f
I was trying to enjoy my sleep, sinking deeper into the plush mattress. The sheets were like clouds, soft and gentle against my skin. I was having a good dream, one where I reunited with my mother again. We were walking in a beautiful garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the warm sunshine. Everything seemed perfect in that dream, but even in the dream, I felt like I was being watched.I tried to brush off the feeling, focusing on my mother's smile. But the sensation persisted, and I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at me. And then, I saw them. A pair of blue-green eyes, the most beautiful I had ever seen. I knew exactly who they belonged to.In an instant, the dream shifted, and I was now in a room. A dark, tiny room with no windows. I tried to move, but my wrists were tied to the walls. I tried to yank free, but the silver of the handcuffs burned my skin, making me scream."No, no, no!" I shouted, struggling against the restraints. "Let me go! Please, someone,
Ryker's eyes slowly dragged over my body, and I might as well have been naked. The way he looked at me made me feel exposed, vulnerable. I remembered the dream I had just minutes ago, and he had the same dark look in his eyes. It was as if he knew exactly what I had been dreaming about, as if he could see right through me and know Iâd been having a dirty dream with him in it.He asked me, his voice low and husky, "What are you doing in my room, Arianna?"I stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse. "I... I slept off," I said, feeling like a complete fool.Ryker raised an amused brow. "You slept off? In my room? Why didn't you sleep in your own room?" He leaned closer towards me, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes never leaving mine.I shook my head, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment. "I... I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.Ryker chuckled, the sound low and husky. "You don't know? That's interesting," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement
I woke up to the warm sunlight streaming through my room, casting on the lavish decor that seemed to suffocate me. As I sat up, I couldn't help but compare my room back home to this one. My room at home was a far cry from this grand space. It was a small, cramped space and a matchbox when compared to this one, but it was mine. This one, on the other hand, felt like a luxury hotel room, but without the freedom to leave.I thought about how I had been living in this house for a while now, and it still felt foreign to me. The opulent furniture, the lavish artwork, and the stunning views of the gardens below all seemed to belong to someone else. I felt like a guest, a temporary visitor, not the resident of this grand estate.Truly, that was all I was.I looked around the room, taking in the sight I was now familiar to. The massive four-poster bed, the elegant dresser, and the floor-to-ceiling windows, all screaming luxury.But despite the beauty of my surroundings, I couldn't shake the fe
I walked majestically out of the room, my head held high and my shoulders back. I vaguely wondered how proud my old etiquette teacher, Miss Doreen, would be if she saw me now. She had always drilled into me the importance of poise and confidence, and I was determined to show Ryker that I had learned my lessons well.As I entered the living room, I was taken aback by the scene before me. Ryker had his hand clutching a guard's neck, pinning him above the ground as he snarled angrily over a very mundane thing - the guard had apparently forgotten to polish Ryker's boots."How could you be so careless?" Ryker spat, his eyes blazing with anger. "Do you know how important it is to have polished boots?"The guard struggled to breathe, his face red and his eyes bulging. "I-I'm sorry, Alpha," he stuttered.Ryker's grip on the guard's neck tightened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to snap the man's neck. But then his head whipped around, his eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, he see
_Ryker's POV_My eyes blankly followed Arianna as she walked away, my fists clenched, and I couldnât tell if it was to quell my anger or growing erection.Anger because I had actually allowed someone to walk away after talking to me in that manner, and aroused because, well, it was Arianna. Everything about her screamed seduction, and she didnât even have to do too much. I liked her meek, timid, and frightened, but this part of her she had shown me that morning, the part that was feisty, more outspoken, and more outward, was an incredible turn-on. Just when I thought she couldn't get any sexier.I just then realize she was assertive in an insanely sexy way, and as much as I wanted her under my control, I wanted to see more of that unbridled part of her.I was taken aback by my own reaction. I had never been one to tolerate disrespect, and yet, I had let Arianna get away with it with a fucking smile on her lips. Not just that, but I had actually been on the verge of apologizing, and s
I was greatly infuriated at the way Ryker lifted me like a rag doll and tossed me over his shoulder. My fist pounded his back as hard as I could, but it was like I had no effect on him whatsoever. Almost like I was an annoying fly on his shoulder that needed to be flicked off. I was angry and livid at the sheer embarrassment of doing that to me in front of my new friend, a boy my age. I couldn't believe Ryker would humiliate me like that."How dare you!" I shouted, angrily blowing off the hair that had entered my mouth from my position. "You can't just treat me like some kind of...of...animal! Put me down this instant!"Ryker didn't even flinch, his long strides eating up the distance as he carried me away from the garden. I continued to struggle and shout, my anger and humiliation boiling over."You're an arrogant, self-absorbed, misogynistic pig!" I spat, my words tumbling out in a furious torrent. "You think you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want, and nobody will ever
Ever since that dream that night, Iâd fantasized about Ryker more times than Iâd ever admit, and most times, these fantasies ended with a pool of sticky wetness in my panties.The same wetness that now trickled down my exposed thighs as his eyes raked my body like hot coals. The scent of my arousal filled the air, and he took a sharp breath, and then his eyes dilated till it was almost black.âClimb up the bed, Arianna. Get on your fucking knees!â He growled deeply, and I shuddered.His voice was scary and thrilling at the same time. It had his commanding Alpha pull to it, one I couldnât resist even if I wanted to, and I found myself walking briskly to the bed, and taking the position he asked me to.I had never been so exposed in my life in that position, and worse still because I couldnât see him or the look in his eyes.I was no saint. I had read enough erotic books to imagine just what type of view I was giving him, and that made my heart slam wildly against my chest.He slowly wa
Ariannaâs POVWhen I woke up that morning, I couldnât possibly have imagined my day like this, but it had done a complete 360 from that awkward breakfast.I whined again, the sound raw and helpless as it clawed up my throat.That was all it took.Rykerâs hand finally stopped stroking his member and my heart beat loudly in my chest.Then slowly and with his eyes gazing into my very soul, he removed his hand from his cock and reached forward, not to grab my hair, not to tug me closer, not even to shove his cock into my mouth like I was desperate for, but to curl his fingers beneath my chin again, tilting my head up until I had no choice but to meet his eyes.He looked unholy.His eyes were burning. His swollen lips were parted. His jaw tight like he was fighting something, restraint, maybe. Or control. Or the last shred of mercy he had left.I knew I didnât look any better. Kneeling there with tears rolling down my cheeks and saliva down my chin with my hair disheveled from all of his t
AriannaStrip.The words echoed around the room and even louder in my ears, but somehow, they didnât make sense to me. I blinked at him, sure Iâd misheard. My brain tried to rationalize it, to offer a saner alternative. Surely he didnât mean here. Surely not nowâĶâW-What?â I asked, my voice small. âHere?âRyker didnât blink.The cold look in his eyes didnât waver, neither did it soften. In fact, it sharpened, and the room around us suddenly felt colder. My skin prickled. The sound of rain beginning to tap against the window sent a chill down my spine.âNow?â I asked again, even more stupidly.Still, he didnât speak.He just looked at me with that terrifying calmness, as though I hadnât just questioned him. Like he was giving me one last chance to comprehend. One last chance to obey without resistance.Then he repeated himself, so calmly it made my stomach twist.âStrip.âI stood frozen. âRykerâĶ this is your art room.â My voice cracked with disbelief. âThereâs paint everywhere, thereâs
Ariannaâs POVThe second Mayaâs footsteps disappeared down the hallway, Ryker lunged for the door. Not calmly. Not silently. No, he slammed into it with enough force to make the walls tremble. I stood frozen, my arms wrapped around myself, watching him from where I stood. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldâve opened if it had been a normal door. A simple slab of wood with a rusty knob. But it wasnât.It was solid steel beneath the painted surface, reinforced with an electromagnetic lock. I remembered thinking back then that it looked excessive. Paranoid, even. But nowâĶ I understood. Ryker didnât trust anyone. And now, it had turned into his own cage.âFuck,â he growled, slamming his palm against the steel but it barely made a sound. âFucking hell, Maya!âHe tugged at the handle, shoved his shoulder against it, then stepped back and kicked it. Hard. His veins bulged and pulsed in his temple, his chest rising and falling as he threw himself at it again like a beast caged too long. The muscle
Rykerâs POVI needed out.The air in the house felt suffocating again, too warm, too full of things I couldnât name. Too full of her. I could still smell her, still see the way sheâd frozen when I sat beside her at the table this morning. Still feel the electricity that buzzed between us when our arms brushed. And still taste the regret I couldnât shake when I walked away like none of it mattered. Like she didnât matter.But she did.That was the problem.I slammed the door to my art room shut behind me and locked it before I leaned my weight into the heavy wood and let out a long, heavy breath that I hoped would dispel all of the tension building up inside of me. My shoulders sagged. My breath came out in a slow, rough sigh.Silence.That was what I needed.Silence, and maybe the quiet drag of a paintbrush across canvas.I turned, my eyes landing on the half-finished piece that had haunted me for weeks now. It stood tall where I left it seated on the easel like it was waiting for me.
Ariannaâs POVThe morning light poured in through the wide kitchen windows like melted gold, warming the tiled floor and my heart and I could tell it was going to be a good day. Not.But for once, I wasnât angry to be awake.It wasâĶpeaceful.Which, considering the usual chaotic storm that seemed to follow me ever since the last few weeks, felt like a miracle in itself.I was alone at the long dining table, the only sound in the room being the occasional clink of my fork against the plate. I took my time eating, savoring every bite, and not just because the food was the best Iâd had in a while.The eggs were fluffy, cooked with what tasted like garlic and herbs. The toast was buttery and crisp, and there was a small dish of some kind of strawberry preserve that was so sweet and tart it made my eyes roll back in the best way.I didnât need to ask who made it. I could practically taste the care in every bite.Maya.Of course.I let out a soft sigh and sank deeper into my chair, picking a
Ariannaâs POVMy heart was pounding like crazy.For a second, all I could do was just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe.I was sprawled across Rykerâs chest, my hands gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt like it was the only thing keeping me from completely losing it. His scent, the same one that made my mouth water, wrapped around me in a way that made my head spin.It was too much. He was too close, and my heart was beating way too fast I knew he could feel it on his chest.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my racing heart to calm the hell down, but it was useless. His arms were around me, his body was under mine, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Like nothing had changed. Like we were stillâĶ whatever it was we used to be.Slowlyâso slowlyâI opened my eyes.And there he was.Ryker.His face inches from mine.God, he was sinfully beautiful.All sharp jawlines, furrowed brows, and those deep, stormy eyes that had ruined me more times than I cared to admit. His dar
Rykerâs POVIt was getting harder to breathe lately.Not because of the workouts or the endless hours at the office, but because of her.Every damn day, it was the same. Iâd wake up, go through the motions, drag myself to work where I barely got anything done, then come back hereâwhere she was.So close.Yet so damn far.Arianna.I could feel her presence before I even opened the door most days. Her scent would hit me first, always soft and delicate and a little sweeter when she was nervous, and it would gut me every single time.My wolf wasnât any help either. He made it worse, clawing and pacing and howling inside of me like an animal trapped in a cage. Every second we spent not touching her, not holding her, he punished me for it.But what was I supposed to do?Every time I looked into her eyes now, all I saw was that night.The way she stared at me like I had broken and betrayed her.She didnât only call me a monster, but she saw me as one too. And thatâĶ that hurt more than anyth
Ariannaâs POVEvery day after that felt the same. It was like we had fallen into a routine. Me trying to catch Rykerâs eyes, and Ryker pretending I didnât exist.That was the absolute worst because it hurt way more than anything else he could have done. It hurt more than having him yell at me, and even more than if he punished me.The silence was worse, and nothing could have prepared me for the way I felt. It was almost like that private island never happened. Each time he just passed by me in the hallway like I wasnât even there, it felt like I had imagined that week on that island, and none of it had been real.At first, I tried harder. I knew he was mad, but I felt it wouldnât take long for the ice to thaw.I would walk a little slower in the hallways when I heard his footsteps and then I would pretend like I was just âcoincidentallyâ going the same way as him.I timed him. I knew what time he left for work in the morning, and what time he went for a run on weekends. And at that t
Ariannaâs POVHe didnât even look back at me.I stood there, frozen on the stairs, staring at the door heâd just walked through. My heart thudded against my ribs, like it was trying to break free from the guilt that was already curling tighter around my lungs and just like it had been happening in the last few days, I couldnât breathe.Did I really expect him to forgive me just like that?The question bit into my chest and I swallowed hard, willing myself not to cry again. Iâd cried enough already. Three days locked in my room, no food, no sleep, just me and the fear of Claireâs death, but now, it was all amplified by every hateful word Iâd said to him.Monster.Murderer.I hate you.God.He was right. I didnât hesitate. I didnât even try to ask for the truth. I let Claire draw the picture and I colored it in for her.And now he couldnât even stand to look at me.I sank down onto the bottom step, my hands trembling in my lap. I felt raw. Like someone had peeled back every layer of me