All Chapters of HOTTIE NEXT DOOR: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Arielle's POV The cloth tied around my wrists was starting to burn against my skin. I shifted slightly in the backseat and tried to loosen my hands again, but it was useless. The man beside me immediately grabbed my arm harder. “Sit still.” I glared at him, unable to say anything since my mouth was stuffed with a cloth. The car kept speeding down the road and I quietly tried memorizing everything around me through the tinted window. I didn't allow myself to think too much on why they didn't blindfold me. Instead I tried to make use of the slip up. My father always said staying calm could save your life. Back then I thought he was just being paranoid again. Now I finally understood. One of the men in front suddenly laughed while scrolling through his phone. “Boss said Hunt is already going crazy.” Another one smirked. “So soon? Good. That's what happens when rich men think they can ruin people.” I slowly looked up. So this was about my father. My stomach tightened. T

Arielle’s POVAnother growl ripped through the warehouse.The sound was so loud the walls almost seemed to shake with it.Another growl followed.Closer this time.My heart hammered violently against my chest.Then suddenly, the metal warehouse door burst open with a deafening crash.Everything happened too fast after that.A huge dark wolf lunged at the first man near the entrance and threw him hard across the room before anyone could react.Gunshots immediately exploded everywhere.The wolf moved impossibly fast.One second it was near the door.The next it was tearing another man away from me before he could even raise his weapon properly.The glowing blue eyes landed on me briefly before returning to the men surrounding us.I stared in complete shock.Blue eyes. Was that Victor?The same man who touched me earlier suddenly grabbed my chair from behind and dragged me backward roughly.“Stay still!”I gasped painfully as the ropes dug deeper into my wrists.The wolf growled lowly an

Arielle’s POV Some days passed after Victor's arrest and my rescue. Very long and exhausting days. The kidnapping was everywhere on the news. Every channel talked about Simeon Kane’s arrest and how he had orchestrated everything because my father planned to expose his illegal dealings. Reporters crowded outside our mansion daily. Police officers came in and out constantly. And somehow, despite all the chaos around me… Victor remained the only thing on my mind. I hated it. I hated that after finding out he killed my mother, part of me still couldn't let him go. My father noticed it too. That was probably why he hadn't asked me about my relationship with Victor. Like pretending he didn't exist would somehow erase the contradicting feelings I was having. But it couldn't. Because every quiet moment brought him back into my head. Especially at night. Every single night, I dreamed about Victor. Sometimes I dreamed about the night we slept together. His han

VICTOR’S POVThe concrete floor of the holding cell was freezing, but I barely felt it.I sat with my back pressed against the stained wall, my wrists loosely bound by heavy steel handcuffs. The noise of the police station. Phones ringing, distant shouting, the rhythmic clacking of a typewriter were supposed to be deafening, but to me, it was just background noise.My mind was entirely occupied by the haunting image of Arielle’s face.The last time I saw her was a blur of flashing red and blue lights.The look she gave me before the car door slammed shut was permanently burned into my mind. She looked worn out from the trauma of her abduction, but hurting even more from the disappointment of the truth. That I killed her mother.A heavy wave of guilt wrapped around my chest, making it hard to breathe. I closed my eyes, the memory of that horrific night flashing behind my eyelids. The weight of Selene's blood on my hands was a curse I carried willingly, but seeing that same horror

Victor's POV The moment I saw the pack grounds, a familiar weight settled in my chest. Home. I hadn't called it that in years. The last time I stood here, I was no longer Alpha, no longer a leader, just a man who had failed. One of the three guards walked ahead of me while the other two walked beside me. They seemed to be new. If they recognized me as their former Alpha, they did well not to show it. We passed through the training grounds, which were as full as I remembered with wolves both male and female, eager to prove themselves. Multiple eyes followed us as we walked by. IlI could hear whispers of surprise, confusion, and dare I say, excitement. Was that just my hope, though? The patrol towers still stood at the edges of the territory, and the pack house remained exactly where I remembered. For a moment, memories threatened to surface. I shoved them down; there was no point looking backward. We passed by many people. Some I remembered, some I didn't, but no one s