Mag-log inDanteShe was so close. Violet was so close I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her breath mingling with mine in the heavy silence. God, she looked wrecked already—those wide eyes glistening with unshed tears, her lips parted just slightly, trembling. We’d been here before, tearing each other apart only to crawl back for more. But tonight, with the storm raging outside mirroring the chaos in my chest, I couldn’t walk away.Her fingers brushed my jaw, feather-light but electric, sending a jolt straight through me. “It hurts, Dante,” she whispered, her voice breaking on my name. “I need to feel something real before it all falls apart again.”That was all it took. The dam inside me shattered.I grabbed her, pulling her against me with a desperation that bordered on violence. My mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and punishing, tasting the faint salt of her tears as they finally spilled over. Her lips were soft, yielding at first, then fierce as she kissed me back, her hand
Third Person POVThe rain poured outside, leaking through the cracked roof of the abandoned warehouse. Heavy drops hit the concrete floor with a steady, rhythmic thud. Shadows stretched across the empty, dust-covered room. It was pitch black except for the dim light of a single flashlight sitting on a wooden crate. The air smelled of old rust, damp wood, and rot. It was the perfect place to hide. It was the perfect place to plan a murder even, but they weren't doing that... yet. Two men stood near the center of the room, keeping their voices low so the sound wouldn't carry past the broken walls. The older man looked around the dark, empty space, a cold, satisfied smile spreading across his face. He pulled his heavy coat tighter around his shoulders to block out the chill, but inside, he felt warmer than he had in years."We're so close," he whispered, his voice barely louder than the dripping water. "After all these years of waiting, after everything we've sacrificed, we're finally
RonWhat was the point of living?I sat flat on the edge of the unmade mattress, staring down at my thick, trembling hands while the quietness of the small bedroom threatened to completely choke me to death.The black training jersey was still pressed tightly against my chest, smelling so strongly of her lavender shampoo and sweat that it felt like a sick, twisted trick played by my own mind.Just a few days ago, she was laughing at the top of the grand staircase, looking so full of life and fire that nobody could have ever predicted this nightmare. And now she was gone.My mind kept spinning backward, forcing me to watch a continuous replay of every single second I had ever spent by her side since the day she first joined the warrior line.I remembered how Alex first resisted **me** because she was Dante's sister, and dating the Alpha's blood sister wasn't really in my agenda, but I couldn't help it.Dante was the Alpha and my boss, a terrifying man who demanded absolute perfection a
VioletI stood right beside Dante, my hand locked tightly in his. Neither of us spoke a single word. There was simply nothing left to say.The entire pack had gathered outside on the grass. Everyone wore solid black clothing, and the faces I saw every single day looked completely different today. Nobody smiled. Nobody even whispered. Even the usually loud children stayed pressed close against their parents' sides, sensing the heavy grief in the air.I looked down at the plain wooden coffin one last time. Alex was really gone. It still didn't feel real to me.Dante squeezed my fingers, breaking the silence. "You okay?" he asked quietly.I nodded my head, but the truth came out anyway. "No," I whispered.He let out a slow, heavy breath. "Me neither," he replied.Silence settled heavily between us again.Bret stepped closer to us, his expression grim. "It's time," he said.Dante stared at the wooden coffin for a few more seconds before finally nodding. "Let's do it," he said.Four strong
violet The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. People were talking somewhere in the distance, but it all sounded far away and muffled, like I was underwater. I didn't pay attention to what they were saying. I just kept walking, one step after another, my body moving on autopilot while my mind was somewhere else entirely. Somehow, I ended up outside our bedroom. I stared at the door for a moment, trying to remember how I'd gotten there. I didn't even remember walking from Ron's room. I pushed the door open slowly. Dante was sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands locked together so tightly his knuckles were white. He was staring at the floor like he'd forgotten how to move, like the world had stopped and he was stuck in this moment forever. He didn't even notice me at first. "Dante," I said softly. His head lifted slowly and his eyes met mine. They were empty. Not cold like I'd seen them before, not angry—just empty. Like someone had hollowed him out
Violet I didn't know how long we stayed there. One minute I was holding Ron, and the next I was crying so hard I couldn't even tell if the tears on my face were mine or his. He was shaking against me, his arms wrapped around my waist like if he let go, everything would become real. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to believe she was gone."I'm sorry," Ron said again, his voice rough and broken. "So damn sorry."I tightened my arms around him, pulling him closer. "Stop saying sorry.""I should've—" he started, but I cut him off."No.""I should've gone with the both of you.""No." I shook my head firmly, pressing my cheek against his. "Ron, no.""I should've stopped her." His voice cracked."You couldn't." I could feel him shaking, could feel the guilt pouring off him in waves. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine for something—anything.."I could've tried," he said, and it sounded like a question. Like he was begging me to tell him he was wron
Violet’s POVI walked down the hallway, my heart still hammering against my ribs from that blow-up with Dante. My mind was a total mess, spinning with all the things I should have said and all the things I wished I could take back. I was halfway to the stairs when it suddenly hit me."Shoot," I mut
Violet's POV. "Alpha Dante?" My voice came out too small for my own good. A squeaky high-pitched tone that I could do nothing to control. If that kept happening he would find out faster than I would like. He tilted his head, watching me with gold-flecked onyx eyes. Is he going to turn? Luc
VIOLET'S POV"That's it, take five," Our instructor said, and I let out a sigh, as I reached the floor like a puddle of slime.I looked around to see that I was the first one on the floor not surprising... I'm the weakest one here.We had been running for hours. Not the dramatic kind with screaming
DANTE'S POV I stepped out of the car, taking in the house in front of me while my men spent the small seconds doing a sweep. It had to be one of the blandest houses I had seen, white all through, probably because of all the shady stuff that happened behind those wooden doors. I never liked to







