Amaya’s POV“Adam,” I whispered as I stared at the young man who slowly began walking toward me.“I found you near the woods,” Adam said, his brown eyes never leaving mine. “You were half-conscious, half-bleeding out. You’re lucky I got there when I did.”My heart pounded as fragments of the memory began resurfacing.“I…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t remember much.”“That’s not surprising,” Ryder said, gently brushing his finger down the side of my face. “You’ve been out for almost a week.”“A week?” I gasped, my gaze snapping from Adam to Ryder, who nodded in response.“You were in really bad shape. You almost died.”Ryder’s thumb brushed against my cheek, his light blue eyes soft yet filled with worry.“You need to rest,” he said quietly. “There’s a lot I want to say to you, but first… you need to recover.”I hesitated, glancing at the young man behind him.“I would like to speak to Adam,” I said softly. “Alone.”Ryder’s gaze shifted between me and Adam. He hesitated for a second, the
Amaya’s POV “How about we get married?” “What?” His eyes widened in shock, and I instantly regretted my words. “Forget about it… I wasn’t thinking…” I cursed under my breath, averting my gaze as I felt too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. But he leaned closer, closing the space between us. “What was that? Did you just propose to me?” He teased, and I buried my head lower, wishing the ground would just swallow me whole. “It was a stupid idea,” I mumbled. “Just forget I said it—” But his warm hands cupped my face, forcing me to lock eyes with him while his lips curled into a smirk. “Say…” He traced his thumb across my cheek. “You love me so much you’re turning red. How long have you been thinking about it, huh?” My eyes widened. “W-what?! Shut up!” I pushed his hands away, scowling as my cheeks burned even hotter. “You’re the one who should be thanking me,” I shot back, crossing my arms. “You confessed you liked me, remember? I’m practically doing you a favor by…” “By prop
Amaya POV “I want a divorce,” I said, but there was no response. “I said I want a divorce,” I repeated louder this time, clenching my fists at my sides. Alpha Dante finally looked up from his desk, staring at me like I had come to throw another tantrum. “You are tired. Go and have a nap or something,” he said dismissively. I bit down on my lips and, in annoyance, slammed the divorce papers I had secretly gathered on his desk. “What is this?” he muttered in irritation, flipping through the papers. “These are the divorce papers. I have my signature already on them. All that’s left is your signature.” His brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched. Then suddenly, he tore the papers into shreds, causing me to gasp. “What… what do you think you are doing? I spent months gathering that… why would you…” “I will not divorce!” His voice thundered, causing me to flinch. He tossed the shredded papers across the room. “You are my wife. The Luna of the Moonshade Pack. How dare you ask for
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
Amaya’s POV The days that followed, I started noticing Dante more and more around the house. Although we never truly had a proper conversation, he wasn’t yelling like he used to. One morning, I surprised myself by waking up earlier than usual. Since there was nothing to do, I decided to take a stroll around the packhouse. I had barely stepped past the front entrance when something hard and sharp struck my face. Pain exploded through my skull, and I staggered back as warm blood trickled down my cheek. “You don’t deserve to live among us!” a woman’s voice shrieked. I wiped the blood away from my eye and blinked at the figure standing before me. A middle-aged woman, dressed in ragged clothes, her tear-streaked face twisted with rage. In both hands, she clutched large rocks. She was probably a protester. But how had she even gotten inside? “You don’t even recognize me, do you?” she hissed when I didn’t respond. “My son—he was only fifteen when your father had him tort
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 POV “How about we get married?” “What?” His eyes widened in shock, and I instantly regretted my words. “Forget about it… I wasn’t thinking…” I cursed under my breath, averting my gaze as I felt too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. But he leaned closer, closing the space between us. “What was that? Did you just propose to me?” He teased, and I buried my head lower, wishing the ground would just swallow me whole. “It was a stupid idea,” I mumbled. “Just forget I said it—” But his warm hands cupped my face, forcing me to lock eyes with him while his lips curled into a smirk. “Say…” He traced his thumb across my cheek. “You love me so much you’re turning red. How long have you been thinking about it, huh?” My eyes widened. “W-what?! Shut up!” I pushed his hands away, scowling as my cheeks burned even hotter. “You’re the one who should be thanking me,” I shot back, crossing my arms. “You confessed you liked me, remember? I’m practically doing you a favor by…” “By prop
Amaya’s POV“Adam,” I whispered as I stared at the young man who slowly began walking toward me.“I found you near the woods,” Adam said, his brown eyes never leaving mine. “You were half-conscious, half-bleeding out. You’re lucky I got there when I did.”My heart pounded as fragments of the memory began resurfacing.“I…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t remember much.”“That’s not surprising,” Ryder said, gently brushing his finger down the side of my face. “You’ve been out for almost a week.”“A week?” I gasped, my gaze snapping from Adam to Ryder, who nodded in response.“You were in really bad shape. You almost died.”Ryder’s thumb brushed against my cheek, his light blue eyes soft yet filled with worry.“You need to rest,” he said quietly. “There’s a lot I want to say to you, but first… you need to recover.”I hesitated, glancing at the young man behind him.“I would like to speak to Adam,” I said softly. “Alone.”Ryder’s gaze shifted between me and Adam. He hesitated for a second, the
Amaya’s POV I hit the ground hard, rolling onto my side as pain exploded in my leg and ribs. But I was out. I was breathing. I coughed violently, and blood spilled from my lips as I gasped for breath. The cold air hit my skin, a cruel contrast to the burning heat I had just escaped from. My body trembled, and all I could do was lay on my back, staring up at the night sky. For a moment, I remained there — until I heard the sound of sirens and shouts from the crowd. I knew I would be found if I remained there, so I forced myself up, clutching my stomach and ignoring the intense pain. Gritting my teeth, I began to limp toward the opposite side of the building, toward the thick trees and bushes beyond. All this while, I noticed Nyx had suddenly gone quiet, but I didn’t think too much of it as my main goal was to get as far away from the hospital and Dante as much as possible. Just a little more… I could see the dark outline of the trees. If I could just make it past there, I cou
Amaya’s POV I died. After multiple attempts, I was sent off to a mental hospital. Dante had hoped it would make me better, but it only made me worse. The nurses tortured me, claiming it was for my own good — the needles, the restraints, the cold baths in the middle of the night. I remember screaming, crying, and begging, but no one listened. There was this nurse in particular who was hell-bent on breaking me, and whenever Dante was scheduled to visit, she made sure I was in no condition to see him. She would slip into my room hours before his arrival. “You’re not ready to see him,” she would whisper. “You need to calm down first.” That’s when the injection would come in. My body would grow heavy, my vision would blur until I couldn’t tell whether I was awake or dreaming. That night, as usual, she came into my room. This time, I tried to fight her off, but she was stronger and easily pinned me down. “Stop struggling,” she hissed. Even when I begged, she only smiled and presse
Dante POVHer faint figure was bathed in the moonlight, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. She wore a thin white dress that fluttered softly in the night breeze.Hearing my voice, her head turned slowly, and when her eyes met mine, my heart clenched.I stumbled on my feet as I walked toward her, but then her gaze dropped to the railing.No.She lifted one foot off the edge of the balcony and slowly began to lean forward.“No!” I shouted, lunging forward.I desperately reached out to grab her hand, but when I touched it, it was cold — so cold it made my skin burn.“I… I’m sorry…” she whispered.“No,” I growled, tightening my grip. “Don’t… don’t do this. Please!”But she smiled — that soft, sad smile — and she let go of the railing.“AMAYA!”I grabbed her wrist, my muscles screaming in protest as I pulled her back, but her hand started to slip through my grasp like smoke.“No, no, no!” I screamed. “You’re not leaving me again! I won’t lose you again!”I pulled harder — harder —
Dante’s POV Cyrus took a moment to process my words, his expression shifting from confusion to shock as he blurted, “What?” He stared at the laptop screen, zooming in on the picture. “Are you sure? This… this can’t be right.” He was in denial, just like I was. From the little interaction we both witnessed earlier today, it was clear to both of us that Kara was hiding something — but a part of me refused to believe she would have anything to do with this. She had been a part of my life for years. Even when Amaya came into the picture, Kara never crossed the line — not until that night. She had always been composed, always careful with her words and actions. That’s why this didn’t make sense. “I don’t know,” I growled. “But what else makes sense? That tattoo is identical to Kara’s. And you saw her reaction when I mentioned the footage.” My jaw clenched while Cyrus still looked to be in disbelief. “I should have known,” he muttered. “That night the healer went missing after Amaya wa
Dante POVDays passed, and there was still no news on her whereabouts.Everyone who saw her last swore they saw her at the mental hospital before the fire.I was growing impatient with every passing day, knowing Amaya’s murderer was somewhere out there, breathing the same air as me.Cyrus was always quick to remind me that the missing nurse was just a suspect — after all, we couldn’t recognize the person’s face in the footage, and it was too grainy to make a clear identification.But I didn’t care.Someone set that fire. Someone walked out of that room while my mate burned to death. And someone was going to pay for it.I was in my office, trying to distract myself by rewatching the CCTV footage over and over again. Each time the image of the nurse flashed on the screen, I would curse under my breath.Cyrus was also present, but he sat in the far corner of my office, quietly observing me. He had been doing that a lot lately. I wouldn’t blame him — I was slowly going mad.My fist clench
Dante’s POV “It’s me.” I shook my head. My vision was still too foggy to make sense of what was happening. But it sounded like her. And the way she moved—when she touched my cheek—it felt like her. Her finger brushed my jawline. “You came back,” I whispered, lifting my hand to cover hers. She bummed in response, lowering herself onto my lap. Her scent wrapped around me, so intoxicating that I instinctively slid my hands to her waist. “I miss you,” I murmured, pressing my forehead against her shoulder. “I miss you too,” she whispered back, and I could feel her hot breath against my ear. My hand tightened on her waist, and she leaned closer, brushing her lips against the side of my neck while her fingers ran through my hair. “Amaya…” I groaned, pulling her closer, burying my face into her skin. She trailed her lips teasingly down my neck, sliding her nails under my shirt. Just when she started to lift it… “Yes,” she responded, but my body stiffened. The voice was different t
Dante’s POV “Stop the damn car!” I roared. Cyrus cursed under his breath and slammed his foot on the brake. The tires screeched, and before the car even fully stopped, I had the door open and was stepping out. As I stalked toward the gathering, I overheard conversations. “Well, at least now the Alpha can finally find a real Luna.” I felt a stab in my chest. “She was never fit to be Luna anyway. Honestly, it’s better this way.” A male laughed. “He dodged a bullet if you ask me.” My fists clenched at my sides. As soon as they started to notice my presence, their conversations died down—but it was already too late. Rage had blinded my vision, and Mako was growling, begging to be released. When the man with the torch saw me, his eyes widened. “Put it down,” I growled, still trying to remain calm. The man lowered the torch, hesitating for a moment, but then he smirked and tossed it toward the picture. The flames caught instantly. Something in me snapped, and in an instant, I gr