As I landed on the stranger's chest, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. I looked up, trapped in the most beautiful blue-green eyes I had ever seen.
The stranger's face was chiseled like they were sharpened from granite, his features so perfect they seemed almost ethereal. His skin was smooth, his jawline sharp, and his nose straight. He looked like an image of the gods themselves. He was so beautiful; but even that felt like an unworthy adjective to qualify him. As I gazed at him, sparks flew where our skins touched, a connection that seemed to crackle with energy. I felt my heart racing, my senses tingling. His scent, a mix of earthy woods and fresh rain, enveloped me, making my head spin. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the world around us melting away. I had never been this close to a man, and being pressed chest to chest with him, and his scent clouding my senses, all added to a tingling sensation I had never felt before. But all too quickly, the moment was shattered. The stranger stood up, his movements fluid and effortless. He pulled me to my feet, his grip firm but gentle, and dropped my hand a second later like a hot potato. His frame towered above me. The man was a 6’4 hulk of beauty and pure muscles that looked like he ate bricks for breakfast, and I could tell he wasn’t from this pack. "Don't ever do something silly like that again," he warned in a cold voice that could easily be mistaken for arrogance. I felt a pang of disappointment. Where had the connection gone? It had been unmistakable. Why was he suddenly cold? I tried to speak, to ask him who he was, but he turned and walked away before I could utter a word. I watched him, mesmerized, as he disappeared into the trees. I was still standing there, lost in the trance, when I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. Derrick's men. They grabbed me, holding me down as I kicked and thrashed. "Let me go!" I screamed, but they just growled, their grip tightening. As they dragged me back to the house, I turned to catch a glimpse of the hot stranger. But he was gone like he’d never been there. Almost as if my mind had conjured the whole encounter itself. As I was dragged back into the house, I steeled myself for the worst, and more so when I was thrown to the ground and came face to face with a pair of boots. I snapped my eyes shut, waiting for the impact, but it never came. “Now, now, gentlemen, that’s no way to treat a lady.” I snapped my head up to see Derrick standing above me with a grin. "Sit down, Ariana," he said, his voice dripping with fake sweetness. My heart lurched in my throat. Why was he so calm? I hesitated, my heart racing, but something about his demeanor made me obey. I picked myself from the floor and sat down, my eyes fixed on him, waiting for the storm to break. But instead of yelling, instead of hitting me, Derrick leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'll excuse the little stunt you just pulled," he said. "This time." I was taken aback. Where was the anger? The rage? I was even more afraid of his calm, because I didn't know what he was plotting. "You're still alive, Ariana, because you're useful to me," he continued. "And soon, you'll be useful to someone else." “Wha-what do you mean?” I stuttered, cold sweat rolling down my back. “Your time here has elapsed, Ariana. I’m giving you away,” he spoke so softly like he was talking to a child who had comprehension issues. I felt a chill run down my spine. "Who?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Derrick's smile grew wider. "Alpha Ryker." My blood ran cold. Alpha Ryker was the most powerful werewolf. I had never seen him, but the rumors about him made my skin crawl. He was ruthless, merciless, and cruel. "No," I protested, my voice shaking. "I won't go." Derrick's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, but you will," he said. "In fact, you leave in two days." "I'd rather die," I spat. I’d never talk back at Derrick on a normal day because I knew what he was capable of doing. But at that moment, my anger suppressed any fear in my heart. I was livid. Derrick laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "We'll see about that," he said. "Watch me make you." I felt a shiver run down my spine. Something about his tone, about the glint in his eye, made me realize that I was in grave danger. But I refused to back down. "You can't make me," I said, my voice trembling. Even if I was bound, I would never give in to his request. I would not be another one of the long line of concubines of the devil himself. Derrick leaned forward, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Oh, but I can," he whispered. "And I will." Derrick gave a signal to the guards, and they nodded before walking away. He grasped my arm, his grip like a vice, and started dragging me with him. I clawed at him, thinking he was taking me to the dungeon, but instead, he pulled me into a room, forcing me to sit in the only empty chair. A computer sat on a desk, and Derrick began to set it up with an air of excitement like a child gifted a new toy. I watched, confused, as the screen flickered to life. My heart was racing, and my mind was filled with dread. As I turned back to the computer, my blood ran cold. My mother was chained against a wall, her eyes filled with fear. Derrick's voice was laced with malice. "Watch the screen closely, Ariana." Two men entered the cell, each holding whips. Before I could even blink, the whips landed on my mother's back. I yelled, feeling like I was the one being whipped. Derrick's grip on my arm tightened, forcing me to keep watching. The camera in the cell had a microphone, and I could hear my mother's agonizing screams. They cut through me like a knife, making my heart shatter into a million pieces. I tried to turn away, but Derrick's grip was unyielding. "Watch!" he growled. I was trapped, forced to witness my mother's torture. The whips fell again and again, each crack making me flinch. My mother's screams grew louder, more desperate. "No! Stop!" I yelled, trying to break free. Derrick's laughter was like ice. "Your mother is a powerful she-wolf," he said. "She can take it." I spat at him, my anger and hatred boiling over as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. "You'll never break her! She's stronger than you'll ever be!" Derrick's smile grew wider. "I know," he said. "And the party's just getting started." I held my breath as I turned back to the screen and about 20 other bulky men walked in, and my heart plummeted all the way down to my knees. My throat ran dry, and I shook my head, already knowing where this was going. “Derrick….” I called in a voice so small I could barely hear myself. “Watch, little princess,” he held my jaw tightly to the screen. I watched my mother’s eyes widen in horror as the men shredded her clothes– or what was left of it– off her body. My own scream was ear splitting as the men, all twenty two of them, had their hands all over her, prodding, touching and groping. “I’ll do it! Please stop!” I screamed, horrified. “What was that?” Derrick asked, his smile widening. “Please make them stop. I’ll do it!” I heaved as more tears ran down my cheeks. There was silence for a beat before the men retreated. He must have mindlinked them. “Good girl,” Derrick patted my hair before walking away, and I slumped like a pile on the floor, letting my tears shake my whole being as I sealed my own fate._Ryker’s POV_I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie with precision. Today was the day I would collect my new bride, a pawn in my game. I had no illusions about love or romance; this was a business arrangement, nothing more.But as I smoothed out my jacket, my mind kept drifting back to the girl from yesterday. The damsel in distress who had literally fallen into my arms. I had been exploring the pack's territory when I caught her unique aroma. It was strong, yet subtle, in a way that made one want to bury their nose in her body.I had followed the scent, curiosity getting the better of me, and found her perched on the edge of the cliff, ready to take the leap. Something about her desperation had struck a chord within me. Maybe it was the irony of our situations - I was fighting to live, while she was eager to die.As I recalled the encounter, my gaze lingered on my reflection. My eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to bore into my own soul. I was a powerful man. Only three thing
I walked alongside my mother, my heart breaking as the seconds ticked. Derrick had let my mother heal me so I was “prepared for my husband”, so each step I took didn’t feel like one closer to my grave. I had resigned myself to my fate, knowing that I would be married off to a monster. But nothing could have prepared me for the shock that awaited me.As we entered the living room, my eyes scanned the space, searching for the man who would be my husband. And then, I saw him. The stranger from yesterday. The one who had saved me from the brink of death.My mind went blank, my thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. I searched my brain for something to say, but my words were stuck in my throat. I couldn't believe it. The man who had saved me, who had looked at me with a glimmer of kindness, however fleeting, was the same man who would now own me.For a moment, I thought that maybe, just maybe, my life wouldn't be as bad as I had imagined. If he was really heartless and ruthless, like
I stood frozen, my mind reeling from Ryker's words. Strip? Was he serious? My heart thudded in my chest, blood rushed to my ears, yet I couldn’t process it. It didn’t make sense, nothing did.Growing up, I’d always imagined my first time to be with the love of my life, my fated mate, a man chosen for me by the moon goddess herself. But it looked like it would remain just that. An imagination that would never come to reality the longer I stared at the imposing man in front of me.“What did you just say?” The words rolled out of my mouth so quietly as if being too loud would make it any more real.He tilted his head to the side, his cold eyes bleeding into mine. “I don’t usually repeat myself, pretty face,” he snarled.How could he be so cruel, so heartless? The thought of being at his mercy, of being forced to submit to his every whim, made my skin crawl, yet at the same time, there was this fuzziness in my stomach I couldn’t name, that made me dizzy.But as I looked into his eyes, I s
I slowly came to, my senses foggy and disoriented. My head was spinning, and I couldn't make sense of anything. The sound of feet shuffling around me was the first thing that registered, followed by the feeling of something heavy on my forehead.As I struggled to open my eyes, a gentle voice spoke to me, "Welcome back, dear. Can you hear me?"I nodded, my throat dry and parched. My eyes fluttered open, and I was met with the kind face of a woman with a warm smile as she pulled her hand back from my forehead. She had a stethoscope around her neck and a clipboard in her hand. She smelled of lavender on a Saturday morning. So soothing."Hi, I'm Dr. April," she said, her voice as soothing as her scent and smile. "You're safe now. You're in your bedroom, and you're going to be okay."I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back onto the bed. Dr. April gently pushed me back, her hands firm but gentle."Easy, dear. You need to rest. Can you tell me your name?"I
_Ryker’s POV_I stormed into my study, slamming the door behind me with a force that rattled the windows. My wolf, sensing my anger, stirred restlessly within me, its growl a low, menacing rumble that echoed through the room. I paced back and forth, my footsteps heavy and deliberate, as I struggled to contain the fury that threatened to consume me.My mind replayed the doctor's words, each one a spark that fueled the fire of my anger. Malnourished. Dehydrated. Physical abuse. The thought of anyone harming Arianna, of laying a hand on her, made my blood boil. My wolf snarled in agreement, and it was taking everything to keep him in as I paced the room relentlessly.I couldn't understand why I was so concerned. Arianna was just another tool in my game, a way to break the curse that had haunted me for years.But the thought of her being hurt, of her suffering at the hands of someone else, filled me with a rage that I couldn't contain.I was the only one that had the right to hurt her. M
I lay in bed, my mind reeling with everything I’d heard that morning. Ryker, the man who had brought me here, who had torn my clothes and left me feeling vulnerable and scared, was a monster. A killer. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.“The same man who had saved you,” my subconscious tattled, but I dismissed the thought.I couldn't believe what I had gotten myself into. What my uncle had sold me into. I thought of my mother, of the horrors she must be going through in the hands of Derrick. I thought of staying for her sake, of enduring whatever Ryker had planned for me in order to keep her safe. But staying with Ryker was only digging my own grave. He was a monster, capable of doing unimaginable things. And I couldn't imagine staying here, trapped in this luxurious prison with no escape.I felt a sob rising up in my throat, and I couldn't hold it back. I cried, great racking sobs that shook my body and left me gasping for breath. I cri
I searched around the room frantically, my eyes scanning every inch of space for something, anything, that could help me down. I couldn't possibly jump, not from six stories up. I would be dead before I even hit the ground.My heart was racing, my mind reeling with fear and adrenaline. I had to think, had to come up with a plan. And then, it hit me. The blankets. I could tie them together, create a makeshift rope to climb down.I quickly got to work, my hands shaking as I tied the blankets together. I tested the strength of the rope, pulling on it with all my might. It seemed sturdy enough, but I couldn't be sure.I tied one end of the rope to the bed, testing its strength once more. Satisfied, I threw the other end out the window, watching as it unfurled, the end dangling in the air, close to the ground.I took a deep breath, my heart racing with fear. This was it. This was my chance to escape. I climbed out the window, my bare feet finding holds in the stone wall as I began to make
As we entered the house, Ryker's thunderous voice echoed through the halls, sending shivers down my spine. "Who was the guard in charge of her room?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with fury.The guards assembled before us, their faces pale and trembling with fear. One of them, a burly man with a thick beard, stepped forward, his eyes darting nervously between Ryker and me."I-I was, sir," he stuttered, his voice shaking like a leaf.I had never seen a man so big, so scared in my entire life.Ryker's gaze narrowed, his eyes boring into the guard's very soul. "You were in charge of her room, and yet she managed to escape," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "How do you explain that?"The guard swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "I-I don't know, sir. I must have fallen asleep at my post."Ryker's expression turned glacial, his eyes flashing with anger, but it was only for a fleeting moment, and a sardonic smile spread across his lip. "You fell asleep at your post?
Arianna’s POVMy heart was pounding like crazy.For a second, all I could do was just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe.I was sprawled across Ryker’s chest, my hands gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt like it was the only thing keeping me from completely losing it. His scent, the same one that made my mouth water, wrapped around me in a way that made my head spin.It was too much. He was too close, and my heart was beating way too fast I knew he could feel it on his chest.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my racing heart to calm the hell down, but it was useless. His arms were around me, his body was under mine, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Like nothing had changed. Like we were still… whatever it was we used to be.Slowly—so slowly—I opened my eyes.And there he was.Ryker.His face inches from mine.God, he was sinfully beautiful.All sharp jawlines, furrowed brows, and those deep, stormy eyes that had ruined me more times than I cared to admit. His dar
Ryker’s POVIt was getting harder to breathe lately.Not because of the workouts or the endless hours at the office, but because of her.Every damn day, it was the same. I’d wake up, go through the motions, drag myself to work where I barely got anything done, then come back here—where she was.So close.Yet so damn far.Arianna.I could feel her presence before I even opened the door most days. Her scent would hit me first, always soft and delicate and a little sweeter when she was nervous, and it would gut me every single time.My wolf wasn’t any help either. He made it worse, clawing and pacing and howling inside of me like an animal trapped in a cage. Every second we spent not touching her, not holding her, he punished me for it.But what was I supposed to do?Every time I looked into her eyes now, all I saw was that night.The way she stared at me like I had broken and betrayed her.She didn’t only call me a monster, but she saw me as one too. And that… that hurt more than anyth
Arianna’s POVEvery day after that felt the same. It was like we had fallen into a routine. Me trying to catch Ryker’s eyes, and Ryker pretending I didn’t exist.That was the absolute worst because it hurt way more than anything else he could have done. It hurt more than having him yell at me, and even more than if he punished me.The silence was worse, and nothing could have prepared me for the way I felt. It was almost like that private island never happened. Each time he just passed by me in the hallway like I wasn’t even there, it felt like I had imagined that week on that island, and none of it had been real.At first, I tried harder. I knew he was mad, but I felt it wouldn’t take long for the ice to thaw.I would walk a little slower in the hallways when I heard his footsteps and then I would pretend like I was just “coincidentally” going the same way as him.I timed him. I knew what time he left for work in the morning, and what time he went for a run on weekends. And at that t
Arianna’s POVHe didn’t even look back at me.I stood there, frozen on the stairs, staring at the door he’d just walked through. My heart thudded against my ribs, like it was trying to break free from the guilt that was already curling tighter around my lungs and just like it had been happening in the last few days, I couldn’t breathe.Did I really expect him to forgive me just like that?The question bit into my chest and I swallowed hard, willing myself not to cry again. I’d cried enough already. Three days locked in my room, no food, no sleep, just me and the fear of Claire’s death, but now, it was all amplified by every hateful word I’d said to him.Monster.Murderer.I hate you.God.He was right. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even try to ask for the truth. I let Claire draw the picture and I colored it in for her.And now he couldn’t even stand to look at me.I sank down onto the bottom step, my hands trembling in my lap. I felt raw. Like someone had peeled back every layer of me
Ryker’s POVI didn’t go far when I left her. I couldn’t. My legs barely carried me past the threshold of Claire’s room before the weight in my chest forced me to stop walking. I gripped the edge of the hallway wall, my knuckles white and my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Her voice still echoed behind me, and I could still feel his broken it was.“Please, Ryker. Please. I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know—”I closed my eyes.I had to keep walking.But when I finally made it back to my room, it was like I’d entered a tomb. The silence wasn’t comforting. It wasn’t peaceful. It was suffocating. Every inch of space seemed to squeeze the breath out of my lungs.My wolf was pacing inside me, agitated and very unsettled. He didn’t understand. Or maybe he did, and it just hurt too much to accept.She believed everything.His voice growled low inside my head. She chose her.I ripped the shirt from my back, needing something, anything, to tear apart. The fabric split under my hands, but it didn’t
Arianna’s POVI couldn’t breathe.The natural act of breathing suddenly became too difficult with the heavy scent of lavender—Claire— that was still permeated in the air, or the pictures laid bare and staring straight at me. My heart beat like it was trying to break through my ribs. My hand hovered over the photo of myself with the red X slashed through it, trembling so violently I had to ball it into a fist just to stop it. I didn’t even realize when I’d reached the photos.I turned to him.Ryker hadn’t moved. He stood like a statue beside Claire’s bed, his eyes fixed on the collage that had just shattered what was left of my sanity.“Say something,” I said but my voice came out as a hoarse whisper.He didn’t say anything. Just kept looking at the raised bed.“Please,” I begged, the word tasting like blood in my mouth. I honestly didn’t want to believe what I was seeing.And then he looked at me. It wasn’t just a glance, he looked at me like he wanted to search deep into my soul. His
Arianna’s POVI wasn’t sure.Not about him. Not about myself. Not about anything anymore.My hands were still trembling, my fingers cold despite how warm the room was. My lips tasted of salt and copper from chewing them too hard. My legs felt wobbly beneath me, and I wasn’t entirely sure if it was from the three days without food or what Ryker had just said.Claire… leading me to rogues?No. No, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.But his voice echoed in my head. He didn’t sound angry or defensive. He just sounded very certain. “If you want to see who the real monster is… follow me.”I stood there long after he’d left, staring at the door like it would open itself and swallow me whole. My brain screamed at me to stay. That this was a trap. That I couldn’t trust him, not after everything.For all I knew, he could be luring me out to kill me and finish what where he’d stopped with Claire. Tie up the loose ends because if there was only one thing I knew about Ryker, then it was the fact that he
Arianna’s POVThree days.It had been three full days, and I still couldn’t believe it.Everything felt surreal, like I was suspended in the middle of a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. Time had stopped moving the second Claire’s body hit the ground. My mind kept looping back to that exact moment; her eyes wide in shock, her mouth parted like she was going to say something, the blood that burst out of her head and splattered across the wall behind her.And then the silence.I couldn’t comprehend it. No matter how many times my thoughts circled around it, it just didn’t make sense. Claire—who had held my hand. Claire—who had whispered instructions into my ear. Claire—who told me to run, to live, to never look back.Dead.Shot in the head.By him.I hadn’t left my room since. I hadn’t spoken a word to anyone except when absolutely necessary. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t drunk even a drop of water. Not that I hadn’t tried. I had. But everything felt like sand in my mouth. Everything tasted li
Arianna’s POVI let out a strangled breath the moment I saw her.“Claire,” I whispered, stumbling forward, barely able to believe she was real and standing right in front of me. My legs moved before my brain could catch up and I nearly collapsed into her arms, all of my thoughts throughout the last hour crashing over me like a wave.“God, I thought—” My voice broke. I clutched her sleeves. “I thought something happened. You were late. You said ten. I waited. I waited, Claire, and I thought he found you, or—”“I know, I know.” She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her face to my shoulder. Her voice was hushed and hurried. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I had to make sure no one was watching. I couldn’t risk it. Alpha has eyes everywhere and I had to make sure nobody was suspicious.”“No kidding,” I muttered, a little shakier than I meant to sound.She pulled back and looked me over. Her eyes were wild, darting around like we were already being hunted. “Are you okay? Did any