_Ryker's POV_I made a beeline for the restaurant, shoving people out of my way as I did. When I reached Jason, I slapped some hundred dollar bills on the table, not even bothering to count them. "Jason, I have to go," I said hastily.Jason looked up at me, his brows knitted in surprise as he looked around probably to see what was chasing me. "What's going on, Ryker? You look like you've seen a ghost."I didn't have time to explain. I just shook my head and told him, "Take care of Arianna, I'll be back shortly."Jason's eyes widened in alarm. "Ryker, what's happening? You're scaring me."I didn't respond. I just turned to him and asked with my hands stretched out. "Give me your keys."Jason hesitated for a moment like he was weighing whether his car was safe with me in my current state or not. But he eventually pulled it out and I yanked it from him. "Ryker, what's going on?" he asked again, his voice laced with worry.I just flipped him off and rushed out of the restaurant, leaving J
_Ryker's POV_I drove quickly to the hospital, my heart racing with every mile I covered. I couldn’t believe it. She was right there. Right under my nose, literally, and I never say it.When I finally arrived at the hospital, I rushed out of the car and sprinted towards the entrance. I burst through the doors, my eyes scanning the hallway as I covered the distance to Arianna's room in long strides..As I entered the room, the little girl perked up and waved at me, a shy smile on her face. I scowled in return, and her smile slipped off her face. For a moment, I had totally forgotten about her.I ignored her and walked deeper into the room, my eyes fixed on Arianna. She lay motionless on the bed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I felt my heart clench, and I had to swallow hard to keep my emotions in check.Jason was standing in the corner, his eyes fixed on me. I nodded at him, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks for watching her, Jason. I owe you one."Jason nodded
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I didn't know where I was. All I knew was that I was on the ground. I could tell that much from how hard the surface was. I didn't know how I found myself there or even what I was doing there. I felt pain all over, like I had been in one cramped position for an unhealthy amount of time.As I struggled to sit up, the sun pierced my eyes painfully. I winced at the pain and struggled to cover my eyes. I blinked a few times to get used to the bright beams, and when I eventually did, I looked around and was shocked to find out where I was. I was in an open field, and that was all I could see for miles. No buildings, no animals, no humans. It was like I was just between the earth and the sky.I stood up shakily, trying to remember how I had gotten there. But no matter how hard I stressed my brain, I kept drawing a blank. I didn't even know where to start from. I tried to call for help, but all I got was the sound of my voice echoi
I stared at the doctor, my eyes wide with shock. "An accident?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "A coma?" How? How was that even possible? One minute I was shopping for groceries with Claire and the next minute, they were saying I had been in a coma, not for one, but for three whole days?!How on earth was that even possible? I didn’t want to believe it, but as the scent of antiseptic kept hitting my nostrils, I was filled with dread at the realization it might not be so far from the truth.The doctor nodded slowly. "Yes, Miss Arianna. You've been in an accident, and you've been in a coma for three days." He spoke slowly, enunciating each word as if he feared I might mishear.I felt like I had been punched in the gut. The air seemed to have been sucked out of my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath. I didn't remember anything. And even when I tried to remember, all I heard was a loud screeching sound that seemed to pierce through my brain. I rubbed my temples, trying to
Ryker looked like he had more to say, but decided against it. He took one last glance at me, his eyes lingering on my face before he turned and walked away. I watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I was relieved that he was gone, but at the same time, I couldn't shake off the feeling that he had been trying to tell me something important.I couldn’t understand why he was acting the way he was doing. Why he was acting like he hadn’t been avoiding me for days up until now.His shoulders slumped in defeat as he walked away and I couldn’t help but think something had changed with him. I could see it in his eye, but I couldn’t tell what that was.As soon as Ryker disappeared from view, I let out a shaky breath and felt a wave of tears wash over me. I had been holding them back for so long, but now that I was alone, I couldn't stop them. I felt so confused, so alone. I was in a coma and now I found out I was bedridden and my legs couldn’t move. I didn’t know what was
I whipped my head to the side, following the sound, and then, my eyes fell on a little flurry of energy, her two ponytails bouncing as she ran towards me, and her bright blue eyes looking up at me.I felt Ryker stiffen and mutter a curse under his breath, and I realized how awkward it was still being in his arms.“Put me down,” I shimmied in his hold, and I felt a growl rumble through his chest, but he walked over to the bed and gently laid me on it.He stood off to the side, and the girl rushed up to me, a very contagious smile on her face as she showcased her missing tooth, just like I’d remembered.The girl at the mall! The samed one I’d tried to save. My heart swelled seeing her again, even though I didn’t think it would be in the hospital.I was about to say something, but a shrill sound beat me to it, and my words got stuck in my throat.“Oh my goodness, Susan!” Susan’s mother burst out. She looked scared. Really scared.Susan halted in her track a few feet from me, and she had
“And he’s always taking care of you,” she said just when I thought she was done.My frown deepened despite my heartbeat skyrocketing in my chest. The doctors had said it, I’d seen it firsthand when I woke up to him by my bedside after literally shutting him down last night, but I guess I didn’t want to admit what the blood rushing heavily to my ears was telling me. Not until I heard it from the little girl.“Always taking care of me? What do you mean?” I asked, swallowing hard to provide moisture to my dry throat even though I had a good feeling what she meant.The man had literally carried me to the bathroom to help me pee! Now that I thought about it, I felt heat crawling up to my cheeks, but I quickly shook it off, focusing on Susan as she bobbed her head.“He combed your hair everyday when you were sleeping, and he cleaned you up too. He’s always staring at you and he’s always telling me to stay away from your bed and be quiet,” she shrugged her tiny shoulders.My heart slammed ha
The door opened, and a young doctor in scrubs walked in with a shaky smile. There was always a new one each time, making me think they dreaded coming to this room. Which they probably did, and it was all thanks to the 6’3 of pure muscles, standing by my side and delivering a death glare to anyone who as much as came a twenty feet radius from me.“Alpha Ryker,” the doctor said, his smile going from shaky to a full grimace as he bowed his head in greeting. Ryker’s response was a forced grunt as he glared lasers at the doctor, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.The doctor quickly turned to me, and I could almost touch the relief in his eyes. “Good morning, Arianna.”“Good morning, doctor,” I said with a smile, hoping to make up for Ryker’s ill manners.The doctor visibly relaxed, and a small, genuine smile played on his lips. “How are you doing today, Arianna? Are you feeling any pain or discomfort anywhere?” He asked, touching my affected foot.Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt half a
Arianna’s POVWhen I woke up that morning, I couldn’t 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.Ryker’s 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 didn’t 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 didn’t make sense to me. I blinked at him, sure I’d misheard. My brain tried to rationalize it, to offer a saner alternative. Surely he didn’t mean here. Surely not now…“W-What?” I asked, my voice small. “Here?”Ryker didn’t blink.The cold look in his eyes didn’t 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.“Now?” I asked again, even more stupidly.Still, he didn’t speak.He just looked at me with that terrifying calmness, as though I hadn’t 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.“Strip.”I stood frozen. “Ryker… this is your art room.” My voice cracked with disbelief. “There’s paint everywhere, there’s
Arianna’s POVThe second Maya’s 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 would’ve opened if it had been a normal door. A simple slab of wood with a rusty knob. But it wasn’t.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 now… I understood. Ryker didn’t trust anyone. And now, it had turned into his own cage.“Fuck,” he growled, slamming his palm against the steel but it barely made a sound. “Fucking hell, Maya!”He 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
Ryker’s POVI needed out.The air in the house felt suffocating again, too warm, too full of things I couldn’t name. Too full of her. I could still smell her, still see the way she’d 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 couldn’t shake when I walked away like none of it mattered. Like she didn’t 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.
Arianna’s 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 wasn’t angry to be awake.It was…peaceful.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 I’d 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 didn’t 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
Arianna’s 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 Ryker’s 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 still… whatever it was we used to be.Slowly—so slowly—I 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
Ryker’s 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. I’d wake up, go through the motions, drag myself to work where I barely got anything done, then come back here—where 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t only call me a monster, but she saw me as one too. And that… that hurt more than anyth
Arianna’s POVEvery day after that felt the same. It was like we had fallen into a routine. Me trying to catch Ryker’s eyes, and Ryker pretending I didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 wouldn’t 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 “coincidentally” 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
Arianna’s POVHe didn’t even look back at me.I stood there, frozen on the stairs, staring at the door he’d 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 couldn’t 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. I’d cried enough already. Three days locked in my room, no food, no sleep, just me and the fear of Claire’s death, but now, it was all amplified by every hateful word I’d said to him.Monster.Murderer.I hate you.God.He was right. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even try to ask for the truth. I let Claire draw the picture and I colored it in for her.And now he couldn’t 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