I walked majestically out of the room, my head held high and my shoulders back. I vaguely wondered how proud my old etiquette teacher, Miss Doreen, would be if she saw me now. She had always drilled into me the importance of poise and confidence, and I was determined to show Ryker that I had learned my lessons well.As I entered the living room, I was taken aback by the scene before me. Ryker had his hand clutching a guard's neck, pinning him above the ground as he snarled angrily over a very mundane thing - the guard had apparently forgotten to polish Ryker's boots."How could you be so careless?" Ryker spat, his eyes blazing with anger. "Do you know how important it is to have polished boots?"The guard struggled to breathe, his face red and his eyes bulging. "I-I'm sorry, Alpha," he stuttered.Ryker's grip on the guard's neck tightened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to snap the man's neck. But then his head whipped around, his eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, he see
_Ryker's POV_My eyes blankly followed Arianna as she walked away, my fists clenched, and I couldn’t tell if it was to quell my anger or growing erection.Anger because I had actually allowed someone to walk away after talking to me in that manner, and aroused because, well, it was Arianna. Everything about her screamed seduction, and she didn’t even have to do too much. I liked her meek, timid, and frightened, but this part of her she had shown me that morning, the part that was feisty, more outspoken, and more outward, was an incredible turn-on. Just when I thought she couldn't get any sexier.I just then realize she was assertive in an insanely sexy way, and as much as I wanted her under my control, I wanted to see more of that unbridled part of her.I was taken aback by my own reaction. I had never been one to tolerate disrespect, and yet, I had let Arianna get away with it with a fucking smile on her lips. Not just that, but I had actually been on the verge of apologizing, and s
I was greatly infuriated at the way Ryker lifted me like a rag doll and tossed me over his shoulder. My fist pounded his back as hard as I could, but it was like I had no effect on him whatsoever. Almost like I was an annoying fly on his shoulder that needed to be flicked off. I was angry and livid at the sheer embarrassment of doing that to me in front of my new friend, a boy my age. I couldn't believe Ryker would humiliate me like that."How dare you!" I shouted, angrily blowing off the hair that had entered my mouth from my position. "You can't just treat me like some kind of...of...animal! Put me down this instant!"Ryker didn't even flinch, his long strides eating up the distance as he carried me away from the garden. I continued to struggle and shout, my anger and humiliation boiling over."You're an arrogant, self-absorbed, misogynistic pig!" I spat, my words tumbling out in a furious torrent. "You think you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want, and nobody will ever
Ever since that dream that night, I’d fantasized about Ryker more times than I’d ever admit, and most times, these fantasies ended with a pool of sticky wetness in my panties.The same wetness that now trickled down my exposed thighs as his eyes raked my body like hot coals. The scent of my arousal filled the air, and he took a sharp breath, and then his eyes dilated till it was almost black.“Climb up the bed, Arianna. Get on your fucking knees!” He growled deeply, and I shuddered.His voice was scary and thrilling at the same time. It had his commanding Alpha pull to it, one I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to, and I found myself walking briskly to the bed, and taking the position he asked me to.I had never been so exposed in my life in that position, and worse still because I couldn’t see him or the look in his eyes.I was no saint. I had read enough erotic books to imagine just what type of view I was giving him, and that made my heart slam wildly against my chest.He slowly wa
I stepped into the bathtub, slipping my body into the oversized tub until I was able to find the perfect spot. I let out a deep sigh, and I facepalmed myself as the shame and pain overwhelmed me. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water.I had heard bathing salts helped to release nerves and tension, but even after pouring more than half of it into the tub, I still felt the same as I’d done before."How could I have been so stupid?" I scolded myself, my voice barely above a whisper. "I acted like a needy, dick-starved slut. I let him use me like a cheap whore."I thought about Ryker's words, the way he had looked at me with such disgust. "You're just like the rest. A cheap, little whore. Just like your mother." I felt a wave of anger wash over me, but it was quickly replaced by a a crushing pain in my heart so hard I had to rub my chest to somehow ease the pain.I thought about everything that had happened,
Ryker's POVI stormed out of her room, my anger and frustration boiling over. I was angry at myself, angry at her, and angry at the situation. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had almost lost control with her back there.As I walked, I couldn't shake the memories of what had just transpired. Her body, so responsive and sexy, had driven me insane. I remembered the way she had moaned, the way her body had tightened around me, the way her thick ass had been high in the air, and her full breasts had jiggled with each touch. Everything had combined to push me to the edge, and it had taken every ounce of self-control not to bury myself inside her and never come out. But I had to punish her first. I had to remind her who she belonged to in case she ever forgot.And her scent...there was something special about the scent of her arousal. Something unique that made me want to claim her as mine, to mark her and never let her go. I growled, my cock straining against my pants. I needed
I struggled to understand what the doctor was saying. His words kept ringing in my head, but they didn't make any sense. Even Ryker seemed confused, judging by the questions he was asking."What do you mean by 'energy transfer'?" Ryker asked, his voice authoritative but laced with confusion.There was a pause, but I could feel eyes on me. "I'm not entirely sure, Alpha. I've never seen anything like this before. But from what I can gather, it seems that Arianna's energy has been transferred to you,” the doctor said.Ryker's voice became tighter. "What does that mean exactly?"The doctor paused as if collecting his thoughts before speaking. "It means that you two are...connected, in a way. I've only seen one case like this before, and it was in an ancient text. It's called a 'soul tie'."I thought I would hyperventilate. The words rang in my head, but I couldn't understand them. Ryker, as if reading my mind, asked the question that was on my lips."Do you mean mates?" he asked impatient
I scowled at Ryker, looking between his eyes the spoon in front of my lips with disdain. “I'm capable of feeding myself," I said, glaring daggers at him.But Ryker remained adamant, his hand holding the spoon in front of my mouth steadily. "Open your mouth and eat," he commanded, his voice low and husky.I tried to protest again, but Ryker's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Don't make me force-feed you, Arianna," he warned icily.I glared at him, but I knew I was no match for him. I was too tired, too weak, and I was experiencing pain all over my body. I gave in, not because I was scared of him, but because I just didn't have the energy to fight.I opened my mouth, and Ryker spooned the soup into my mouth. I ate silently, trying to avoid his gaze, but Ryker seemed determined to meet my eyes. He fed me like a child, wiping whatever drop of liquid off my chin at intervals, even when I protested."Stop it," I muttered, trying to push his hand away. "I can do that myself."But a ghost o
Arianna’s POVI don’t know how long I’d been sitting like that, on the edge of my bed, arms wrapped tightly around myself, rocking gently back and forth. But somewhere between the loud voices in my head, the gloomy night clouds had given way for brighter ones, yet the warmth of the sun didn’t bring any form of comfort.I hadn’t slept a wink. I didn’t even try after the first hour. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face.No. Not her face.Her skull.Crushed.Crushed like it was nothing. Like Ryker had forgotten it belonged to a person. Like her screams meant nothing. Like my voice meant nothing.And God… her blood.It had splattered, spraying like some grotesque fountain as he pressed down on her with all the force in his cursed body. I could still hear the crack of bone, the pop of pressure, the sickening squelch.I covered my ears as if it would somehow block the memory.But it was inside me now.And it burned behind my eyelids.I’d cried. I’d screamed. Then I’d gone completely
Ryker’s POVThe door parted open slower than I meant it to. My fingers trembled on the knob, and the moment it gave way, a chill slid down my spine. I stepped inside still barefoot,and the floor was cold beneath my feet. The room smelled faintly of her—lavender and linen and something soft I could never name but always craved.And then I saw her.My breath caught.She was curled up in the reading nook by the window, the one she always loved when the weather was bad. Her knees were tucked against her chest, arms locked around them, her head buried so deep that I thought for a second she might be asleep. But then I heard it—her voice. It was so tiny I almost missed it.“Eighty-seven… eighty-six… eighty-five…”My heart sank into the pit of my stomach.She was counting.Counting like she was waiting for a bad dream to be over.Her body shook with every breath. She looked so small. So fucking fragile. I had seen her angry, seen her hurt, seen her cry—but never like this. Never like she was
Ryker’s POVShe had looked at me like I was a monster.No.Not like a monster.As one.That look. Her eyes were wide, her lips were trembling, and she looked like she didn’t even recognize me. That singular look was carved so deeply into my memory, it would never leave. I didn’t think anything could hurt worse than claws slicing through skin. But that moment? Watching her scramble away from me like I was death itself?That hurt more than anything I’d ever known.The bathroom tiles were wet under my feet. Water poured down from the showerhead and beat my body and floor but the sound did nothing to drown out the scream that still rang in my ears. Her scream. I placed my hands on the wall to steady myself as the water rushed down my me like tiny pebbles. At first, it was warm, then it became scalding, half a degree away from burning my skin. But it didn’t matter.I stood there, shaking, staring at the red pool of water going down the drain like I could erase it if I stared long enough.
Arianna’s POVI followed her.Despite all the alarm bells blaring in my head, despite the chill that ran down my spine and made the tiny hairs on my arms stand straight, I followed Claire. Down the hallway. Away from the safety of the library.I followed closely behind her, not even knowing where we were going to. “Claire,” I said, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “Where are we going?”She didn’t slow her pace. Her hands stayed tucked behind her back, and she just kept walking quickly like she was scared of getting caught. “You’ll see.”“That’s not an answer.” I quickened my steps, falling into place beside her. “You said you had something to show me. I’m walking behind you like a damn idiot and you still haven’t told me what.”She turned to look at me, her eyes unreadable. “Do you want to go back?”I hesitated. My tongue flicked out to wet my lips, and I actually looked over my shoulder. I looked at the long hallway behind me. The library door wasn’t closed, and I c
Chapter 149Ryker’s POVI could feel it. I saw it in that subtle tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers curled around her fork like she wasn’t really holding it—I knew she wasn’t okay.But I didn’t have time.The moment that mindlink hit me like a brick to the skull, I felt it in every nerve of my body. My wolf snarled and grew restless in a matter of seconds. Jason’s voice was low was clipped, barely more than a growl.“We got her.”I didn’t ask who.I knew.The chair scraped sharply against the tiled floor as I stood. Arianna called my name, and I heard her but I couldn’t look at her. I didn’t want her to see the way my vision was already flickering with rage. I walked out of the dining room without a word.Not because I didn’t want to talk to her.But because if I stayed another second, I might have broken something.The accident outside that shopping mall wasn’t an accident.It was made to look like one. A reckless driver. Arianna trying to save that child. An overspeedin
Arianna’s POVThe scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as I walked into the dining room and even though I knew I was having breakfast with Ryker, I still froze.Because was already there and I hadn’t seen him since we got back yesterday.Ryker sat at the head of the long mahogany table, dressed in his usual crisp, dark shirt with the sleeves pushed up just enough to expose the veins in his forearms. His collar was open, giving a seductive view of his throat and bulging adam’s apple. He looked almost normal. Like there weren’t families grieving in pain for the loss of their loved ones who were killed by his hands.Like he wasn’t the monster Claire warned me about just last night.And worse?He smiled when our eyes met.“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice was deep, lazy and amused. “Sleep well?”My throat dried. I forced a nod, and crossed the room to meet him. “Fine.”Liar.The night was a mess of tossing, turning, and reliving every word Claire had said. So much so that I co
Arianna’s POVThe second I stepped into my room, it was like the last two weeks hadn’t even happened.Everything was exactly the way I left it. My favorite blanket folded neatly at the end of the bed. The throw pillows arranged just how I liked them—even the one with the ripped seam I kept forgetting to sew. My current read was on the nightstand, exactly two inches from the lamp, and my water glass still sat by the windowsill, like I hadn’t left at all.I exhaled slowly, and a thought crept into my mind.Home.It was spotless. Not just clean, but… cared for. Even neater than before I’d left. Someone had clearly been here, tending to things in my absence, but not in a way that felt intrusive. It felt… comforting. Like someone had missed me. I walked inside with my suitcase, my fingers trailing along the edge of the dresser, the smooth wood cool under my touch. I let out a soft laugh and shook my head. “Of course,” I whispered to myself. “Even my room looks like it missed me.”I sat do
Arianna’s POVI stared at the sink like it had just grown two heads in front of my eyes.The water ran clear now, as if nothing had happened. No red. No thick, cold liquid that looked and felt like blood. Just crystal-clear water casually dancing around my trembling fingers.But I knew what I saw. What I felt.I hadn’t imagined it.I couldn’t have.My breathing was shallow. My pulse thudded so loudly in my ears it nearly drowned out the sound of the running water. I stood frozen, hand still under the faucet, almost afraid to move. The memory of that cold, sticky sensation wouldn’t leave me—the way the warmth of the water had vanished in a blink, replaced by blood. It wasn’t just in my head. I had felt it. The shift. The weight. The texture.And the smell—God, the smell.Like a hundred rusted metals. I took a shaky breath, holding the edge of the counter until my knuckles turned white. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, pale and wide-eyed, lips parted like I was mid-scre
Arianna’s POVEverything changed after that night.I don’t know how or why, or what triggered it, but Ryker wasn’t the same. And neither was I.Maybe it was the way I’d broken down in his arms, the way I let myself be vulnerable for the first time in… God, I didn’t even know how long. Or maybe it was him, and something in him had shifted too. But after that, nothing between us was the same.He became someone else—someone soft.I didn’t know what to do with soft Ryker. I didn’t know how to react to the way he reached for my hand when we walked together, or the way he watched me eat like he was checking to make sure I liked my food. Or the way he paused every time I sighed, tilting his head and asking quietly, “What’s wrong?”I wasn’t used to it. I wasn’t used to being treated like I mattered.And it terrified me.Because I knew how quickly people changed.I kept waiting for the moment he’d turn cold again because deep down, I knew it would come. I kept preparing myself for that switch