I woke up the next morning with a very high fever, but I still managed to get out of bed. Outside my bedroom window, I could hear chants from protesters who wanted me gone from the pack. This had become a routine; they did it every morning until they were chased away by the guards. I got dressed and headed downstairs to join Dante for breakfast. Although I didn’t want to, he had insisted, not giving me much of a choice. So, against my will, I had to see him every morning before he left the packhouse. Today was different, though. Kara was sitting at the breakfast table, smiling as she poured Dante a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Amaya,” she said, as if she wasn’t sitting in my house, at my table, sharing coffee with my husband while I sat at the far end, away from both of them. “Good morning,” I muttered, keeping my eyes down. Dante, on the other hand, didn’t look up. He was busy reading something on his tablet. “Amaya, you look pale,” she added just as I was about to take a bi
The next days that followed, I started noticing Dante more often in the house than before. Although we never truly had a proper conversation, he wasn’t yelling like he used to. “My husband has been really cold and distant lately.” I overheard a conversation between two maids while I was walking down the hallway. They were whispering, but I could hear them clearly. “Do you have a child yet?” the older maid asked while the younger one shook her head. “I wanted to wait, but now… I don’t know. Maybe it was a mistake. He’s barely home, and when he is, it feels like we’re strangers.” “Ah, that’s just what happens with newlyweds. Men get restless, but trust me, once you give him a child, everything will change. He’ll return to his loving self. That’s how it’s always been.” I froze upon hearing those words. A child? Was that the answer? But Dante had never asked for one, which is why I never even considered it. But now… maybe… just maybe. That night, I found mysel
Dante’s POVI was at a pack meeting when I got the call that Amaya had been stabbed—by not just anyone, but one of my own men.“What?” I barked into the phone, startling the Alphas around me. My heart pounded violently in my chest, and for the first time in years, true fear gripped me.I left immediately, shifting into my wolf and racing toward the hospital. By the time I arrived, I was breathing heavily, and my hands were shaking.The doctor was waiting for me.“The wound was deep,” he started. “She lost a lot of blood. It will take at least a month for her to fully recover.”I frowned. “A month?” That didn’t make sense. With her wolf, she should be healed in a week at most.“There’s… something else.” The doctor hesitated.“Spit it out,” I growled.“Your wife was weeks pregnant, Alpha… but she lost the child due to the trauma.”Everything stopped.A ringing in my ear drowned out all other sound, and my eyes turned red. The doctor’s mouth was still moving, but I couldn’t hear him.Pre
Dante POV Five Years Ago – Flashback “Did you sleep well?” I asked, running my fingers through Amaya’s silky hair as her head rested on my lap. “No,” she pouted, turning her face up to look at me. I smirked, brushing a loose strand behind her ear. “And why is that, princess?” She huffed dramatically. “Because you weren’t there.” It had only been a short mission—three days at the border—but she acted as if I had been gone for months. I chuckled, trailing my fingers down her jaw. “I told you I’d come back.” “You’re always leaving,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “And one day, you won’t.” My smirk faltered. Amaya was the Alpha’s only daughter, raised in the safety of the packhouse, protected like an egg. She had never known real war, real danger. And yet, she feared losing me more than anything. I gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I will always come back to you.” She blinked, her emerald eyes searching mine for a moment before she whispered, “Promise?
Dante POV"I can't believe she would try to kill herself," Kara said, sitting in the passenger seat of my car as we drove toward the beach."I don't know... she never showed any signs."If anything, she was like a machine. Showing no emotion, yet so desperate to escape. That was all she talked about—divorce, freedom, leaving the pack.But killing herself? That didn't seem like her. The Amaya I knew had been scared of death."She's weak," Kara scoffed, crossing her arms. "I told you from the start, Dante. She never belonged here."My grip on the steering wheel tightened."She wasn't weak," I muttered.Kara let out a humorless laugh. "You're defending her now?"My jaw clenched, but I didn't respond.Because the image of her pale, lifeless body wouldn't leave my mind.Had she really considered that?Had I pushed her that far?"She survived three years with me," I said, taking a sharp turn. "That's not weak."Kara rolled her eyes. "Whatever. At least she didn't succeed. That's all that ma
Amaya's POVA soft melody filled my room.I sat on my bed with my legs crossed, braiding my silky hair and humming a tune that my mother used to sing to me whenever I had trouble falling asleep.But tonight, I wasn't singing it because I had trouble falling asleep. I was singing it because I was nervous. Dante and I had just gotten married, and we were meant to consummate our bond tonight.Our relationship had never gone beyond sharing a kiss, and I had never been with any man before him."If you follow the stars, they will guide you home...."I began to sing the words, tracing the pattern of my bedsheet as I did. Then suddenly, the door burst open."Amaya, get up!" My mother said urgently. She rushed inside, walked to my chest, pulled my clothes, and threw them into a bag with her hands trembling.Confused, I sat up. "Mama, what...?""No time," she cut me off. "We have to go. Now.""Go where? What are you talking about? Where is Dad?" I asked.She shook her head, her hands trembling
**Amaya's POV**"How is she?" Dante asked, and I heard his footsteps getting closer."She... seems fine. She's been asleep since I came in," Kara responded."Hmm..." he hummed in response, and my fist clenched even more as it seemed he hadn't noticed what had almost just happened. And that annoyed the hell out of me. The woman he chose over me wasn't the goodie-two-shoes that he thought. That *I* thought. "You can leave. I'll keep an eye on her," he added."Of course," Kara responded, and I heard her footsteps retreating towards the door.She closed the door behind her, and all that was left was silence. Dante was still in the room, but he wasn't saying anything as usual.Although I knew he was standing beside my bed, I could tell by his steady breathing, but nothing else. After a moment, I heard him place something on the table next to me, and then I almost flinched when I felt his cold hands brush a strand of my hair off my face.His touch was unexpectedly soft, making my breath ca
Amaya pov."Good morning, Luna. I will be your new maid," a female voice said as I sat up in bed.It was early the next morning when I noticed her standing near the window. I hadn't even noticed when she entered. She pulled back the curtains to let in the morning light, and the sudden brightness made me squint. I groaned, burying my face in my pillow."Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," she said, standing near the window with her hands clasped in front of her. "Alpha Dante assigned me to take care of you from now on."I forced myself to sit up. She was young... probably too young. Warm brown eyes, a round face, and dark hair tied into a simple braid. Her uniform looked a little too big for her, like it had been borrowed from someone else.I glanced at the tray of food on the nightstand, then back at her. "You are here to make sure I eat, aren't you?""Yes, Luna..." she said hesitantly.Of course, another pair of eyes to watch me.I sighed and leaned back against the headboard. "You
Amaya POVFor the next few days that passed by, I could feel my body getting weaker and my muscles aching all over. The healer came every evening as Dante had instructed, giving me the same liquid that was supposed to help me. But none of that was working. If anything, I felt worse. Getting out of bed began to feel like a chore, and the sight of food made me throw up. At first, I thought it was stress, but now I wasn't so sure. Even Suri started looking at me differently, but I would easily brush it off. After all, that was the least of my worries. Her words from days before had been the only thing on my mind. I didn't give her an answer because I didn't know what to say, but now I couldn't stop thinking about it. Could I really leave? "I am escaping," I blurted out to Suri, who was helping me brush my hair. "What? Really?" she said, surprised. "I thought about what you said. You are right, I don't want to stay." "Oh, Luna... you don't know how happy I am to hear you
Amaya POV“So much for wanting to step out,” I sighed as I plopped onto my bed. Suri followed soon after, holding a tray with my breakfast and placing it by my nightstand. Then she rushed to the drawer and pulled out the first aid kit before hurrying to my side and kneeling in front of me.“Your hand, Luna,” she said, and I winced as she gently unwrapped the bandage. The wound was still tender, looking even worse than before. I was no doctor, but it looked like it was getting infected.Suri clicked her tongue and bit down on her lip. “I am going to have to clean this again,” she said, and without warning, she applied an antiseptic solution to the wound. I hissed in pain and tried to pull my hand away, but she held it firm.“I’m sorry, I know it hurts, but I have to clean it properly to prevent it from spreading,” she said, but that didn’t stop me from gritting my teeth.“You don’t have to be so rough,” I muttered, clenching my jaw as the antiseptic burned my skin.“You say that like I
Amaya’s POV“I didn’t come to this pack just to work as a maid, Luna. I came here to find my little brother.”I stiffened. She mentioned her brother just yesterday, but nothing about him being missing.“When I was twelve, rogues attacked my old pack,” she continued. “They burned everything down. Killed most of our people. I don’t even remember much about that night—just fire, screaming… and my little brother crying.”A lump formed in my throat, but I didn’t say anything.“He was only six years old,” she whispered. “Too young to fight, too young to understand what was happening. I tried to protect him, but then we got separated in the chaos. I never saw him again.”She pulled the bandage tighter around my hand, but I barely noticed the sting.“I searched for him for years, but I never found a trace,” she said. “Until a few months ago, when I heard rumors that some of the surviving rogues had been taken in by this pack.”My breath caught in my throat.Dante had indeed been taking in str
Amaya’s POV I slammed the door behind me, gripping my chest as I tried to calm the storm raging inside me. My breath came in uneven gasps, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Ryder’s voice still echoed in my head. “I promise you, Amaya! This isn’t over! I will come back for you… I will get you out of here even if it kills me.” Fuck that bastard! Why did he have to come here? I had gotten so used to being numb, but now the emotions were flooding back with so much force, and I couldn’t handle it. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my back against the door to keep myself from collapsing. My knees were weak, my entire body was shaking. I really wanted to believe him. I desperately wanted to believe his words, but Dante wouldn’t let me go. He would never let me go. So why did Ryder have to remind me of a situation I had come to accept as my reality? Why did he have to come here and shatter the numbness I had worked so hard to build? I needed that numbness. It was
Dante’s POV“Step. Away. From her.”The words left my mouth before I could stop them, but I didn’t care. I had been watching them for a while and had managed to hold myself back while he hugged her—because of Mako, who had warned me not to do anything foolish, and also because she wasn’t hugging him back. That was good.But now, watching her wipe his tear, even Mako couldn’t hold back his jealousy. He growled in my head.Ryder froze and turned his head slightly to meet my gaze. His eyes were still glassy, filled with emotions he had no fucking business feeling. His arms were still wrapped loosely around my mate.“Mine.”The word echoed in my head, but this time it wasn’t just my thought. It was my wolf’s.For a moment, I almost smirked, thinking he was on my side, but he was quick to remind me how this was my fault—our mate was finding comfort in someone that wasn’t me.My fists tightened, and I was barely holding back. Barely.I took a step forward, and the maid beside Amaya flinched
Amaya’s POV“Oh, you are awake,” she said.Suri immediately bowed her head. “Good morning, Miss Kara.”Kara glanced at her and gave a small nod in acknowledgment before shifting her attention back to me. “How are you feeling, Amaya?”“I didn’t know you knock.” The words came out before I could stop myself, and I noticed her smile falter for just a second before she let out a soft chuckle.“I was just trying to be polite,” she said. “After all, you’ve been through so much. I didn’t want to startle you.”I stared at her, waiting for her composed expression to crack, but she was good. Too good.“Sweet of you,” I muttered and turned my attention to the food tray.I could feel her gaze on me before it narrowed to the barely eaten meal. “You haven’t finished your breakfast?”Why do you care? I wanted to say. Instead, I shrugged. “I’m not hungry.”Kara sighed and shook her head, looking at me like she was disappointed. “Amaya, you need to start taking better care of yourself. You are part of
Amaya pov."Good morning, Luna. I will be your new maid," a female voice said as I sat up in bed.It was early the next morning when I noticed her standing near the window. I hadn't even noticed when she entered. She pulled back the curtains to let in the morning light, and the sudden brightness made me squint. I groaned, burying my face in my pillow."Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," she said, standing near the window with her hands clasped in front of her. "Alpha Dante assigned me to take care of you from now on."I forced myself to sit up. She was young... probably too young. Warm brown eyes, a round face, and dark hair tied into a simple braid. Her uniform looked a little too big for her, like it had been borrowed from someone else.I glanced at the tray of food on the nightstand, then back at her. "You are here to make sure I eat, aren't you?""Yes, Luna..." she said hesitantly.Of course, another pair of eyes to watch me.I sighed and leaned back against the headboard. "You
**Amaya's POV**"How is she?" Dante asked, and I heard his footsteps getting closer."She... seems fine. She's been asleep since I came in," Kara responded."Hmm..." he hummed in response, and my fist clenched even more as it seemed he hadn't noticed what had almost just happened. And that annoyed the hell out of me. The woman he chose over me wasn't the goodie-two-shoes that he thought. That *I* thought. "You can leave. I'll keep an eye on her," he added."Of course," Kara responded, and I heard her footsteps retreating towards the door.She closed the door behind her, and all that was left was silence. Dante was still in the room, but he wasn't saying anything as usual.Although I knew he was standing beside my bed, I could tell by his steady breathing, but nothing else. After a moment, I heard him place something on the table next to me, and then I almost flinched when I felt his cold hands brush a strand of my hair off my face.His touch was unexpectedly soft, making my breath ca
Amaya's POVA soft melody filled my room.I sat on my bed with my legs crossed, braiding my silky hair and humming a tune that my mother used to sing to me whenever I had trouble falling asleep.But tonight, I wasn't singing it because I had trouble falling asleep. I was singing it because I was nervous. Dante and I had just gotten married, and we were meant to consummate our bond tonight.Our relationship had never gone beyond sharing a kiss, and I had never been with any man before him."If you follow the stars, they will guide you home...."I began to sing the words, tracing the pattern of my bedsheet as I did. Then suddenly, the door burst open."Amaya, get up!" My mother said urgently. She rushed inside, walked to my chest, pulled my clothes, and threw them into a bag with her hands trembling.Confused, I sat up. "Mama, what...?""No time," she cut me off. "We have to go. Now.""Go where? What are you talking about? Where is Dad?" I asked.She shook her head, her hands trembling