Alpha Dante's Point Of View:As I stepped out of the bathroom, my gaze fell upon Aurelia, who was engrossed in examining the photographs adorning the walls of my room. A sense of pride swelled within me as I approached her from behind, gently wrapping my arm around her waist. Leaning in closer, I whispered into her delicate ear, my voice filled with confidence, "You know, Aurelia, I happen to be quite the artist myself."She turned to face me, her expression one of indifference, and it didn't surprise me. After all, my sudden change in behavior towards her must have been perplexing. I wanted to assure her that my intentions were genuine, that I had truly become a caring and considerate person. So, with a tender touch, I lifted her chin using my index finger, guiding her gaze to meet mine.I could see the worry etched in her eyes, the questions lingering within her. It was as if she was silently wondering why I had transformed into someone so attentive and compassionate. Wanting to add

Danciana's Point Of ViewI stormed into the children's ward, my heart pounding with anger and frustration. The sight that greeted me made my blood boil even more. There sat Aurelia, comfortably positioned next to the little girl. How dare she? I had expected her to be confined to her miserable dungeon, locked away from the rest of us. What had changed in my absence? How could a mere few days ruin everything I had worked so hard to achieve?Suppressing my rage, I tried to compose myself as a nurse noticed my presence and called out my name. Aurelia's attention was suddenly diverted towards us, and she quickly stood up, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and worry. I could tell she had missed me, but that didn't matter to me. I was determined to put her in her rightful place, to remind her of the power I held over her.With a forced smile, I called out Aurelia's name, my voice dripping with false sweetness. She rushed towards me, her arms open wide for an embrace. I couldn't und

Danciana's Point Of ViewI settled into the chair across from Alpha Dante, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of my lips. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as I prepared to reveal the object I had hidden behind my back. With a flourish, I dropped the book onto the table between us, its presence demanding attention.Alpha Dante looked at the book, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "What's this?" he asked, his curiosity piqued by my unexpected gesture.I leaned back in my chair, a sly smile gracing my features. "Do you recognize this book, Alpha Dante?" I inquired, enjoying the anticipation that hung in the air.Alpha Dante took a moment to examine the book, turning it over in his hands. After a brief pause, he shook his head, his gaze fixed on me. "I'm afraid I don't recognize it," he admitted, his voice tinged with curiosity.I leaned forward, my eyes locked with his. "Well, Alpha Dante, I happened to come across this book in the hospital," I began, relishin

Aurelia's POVThe sharp sting on my cheek from Alpha Dante's slap reverberated through my entire being, leaving me stunned and disoriented. Tears welled up in my eyes, cascading down my face, mirroring the tumultuous emotions that raged within me. Why had he struck me? What had I done to deserve such treatment?I stood before him, my gaze locked with his, searching for answers that remained elusive. The pain etched across my features mirrored the confusion and hurt that consumed my heart. I wanted to defend myself, to demand an explanation, but all I could do was stand there, my voice silenced by the weight of his authority.As the tears continued to flow, blurring my vision, Alpha Dante's hand came crashing against my cheek once more. The impact jolted me, leaving a searing ache behind. His words cut through the air like knives as he accused me of betrayal. I couldn't comprehend his accusations, the venomous tone that laced his words. I gestured with pleading eyes, silently conveying

Danciana's Point Of ViewWhile I continued to stay on the call with Dylan, frustration boiled inside me. I made it clear to him that whatever he had to say had better be crucial. After all, the last thing I needed was another suspension hanging over my head. If I ended up getting into trouble again because of this meeting, and it turned out to be something insignificant, I would definitely make him pay for wasting my time."Dylan," I warned, my voice laced with annoyance. "I hope you understand the gravity of this situation. I can't afford any more slip-ups, and I can't afford to waste my time on trivial matters. If you want my cooperation, you better have a damn good reason for pulling me into this."There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and I could sense Dylan choosing his words carefully before responding. "Look, Danciana, I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't important," he said calmly. "I genuinely want to help you. You need to stop being so defensive and silly