I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes fixed on the scene before me. I blinked severally to make it go away, but it wouldnât leave. Ryker was sitting behind his desk, a woman perched on his lap. Her hands were all over him, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, her palms pressed against his chest. Ryker looked bored and his eyes were fixed on some point in front of him, but he didn't push her away. Which meant he wanted her.I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. The air was knocked out of me, and I couldn't breathe. I tried to process what I was seeing, but my mind was whirling with emotions. There was absolutely nothing going on between Ryker and I, but at the same time, there was so much going on for me to feel hurt.I hated how easily attached Iâd gotten to him even when he showed all of his red flags right in my face. I hated how he could do whatever he wanted because he felt like he was untouchable, but most of all, I hated how my heart broke as I watched the man, who w
I walked out of the study, walking two times faster and not daring to look back because I had a feeling that if I did, Ryker would be there to drag me back to my room.When I got to the stairs, and I saw my fears had been for nothing, I took a moment to catch my breath, then my eyes fell on Claire at the bottom of the stairs, pacing frantically.I decided to pull her legs a bit, and I curled my lips downwards, trying to look as sad as I could manage.As soon as she heard me coming, she stopped pacing and rushed to my eyes, but the curiosity in her eyes soon turned to realization as she read the room."Oh no, Arianna, I'm so sorry," she said. "I knew I shouldn't have suggested it. I'm so sorry."She was fretting, and I couldnât keep up the act anymore.I cracked a smile, and Claire's eyes widened in surprise. "Actually, I'm going out," I said with a wink.Claire's face transformed from concern to shock. "What? Really? How did you manage that?"I shrugged. "I convinced Ryker to let me g
âWeâre here,â Claire announced as we pulled up outside a huge shopping center.When we got out of the car, the guards immediately began to give us instructions. "Remember, you are to stay within our sight at all times," one of them growled, his eyes fixed sternly on me. "You are not to try and escape or make any sudden movements. Do you understand?"I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of annoyance. Did they really think I was going to try and make a break for it? But I nodded anyway, wanting us to hurry along quickly. "Yes, I understand."The guard's expression didn't change, but he nodded curtly. "Good. We'll be walking a few feet behind you at all times. Don't try anything funny."What was actually funny was the fact that I wasnât even planning on running. I I had somehow surrendered my fate to Ryker. Before coming here, Iâd thought staying with him would be hell, but it wasnât half as bad. Asides from his constant emotional torments, I could almost say I liked it there. Almost.Was t
_Ryker's POV_I glared hard at my computer, trying to focus on the reports in front of me. But my mind kept wandering back to Arianna. I had tried to work, I really had. But I couldn't concentrate. Not when Arianna plagued mh thoughts like a disease, and certainly not when I was mindlinking my guards almost every minute to get an update about Arianna."Anything?" I asked, my voice low and urgent."No, sir," one of the guards replied. "They're still shopping. Arianna seems to be enjoying herself."I nodded, relief rolling through me. At least she was safe.When she had requested to go out, my very first instinct was a big fat no. I had made it clear. I wasn't going to let her leave the house. I was scared, and I had to admit it to myself. I was scared she would leave me. I was scared she would realize I was truly a monster and eventually leave me.I shouldn't be bothered, but I was. Deeply. I had wanted to say no to her, but she pleaded and she gave me those eyes that had unexplainable
_Ryker's POV_The elevator ride to her room was the longest elevator ride I had ever been in. I felt like I was trapped, like time was moving in slow motion. For a moment, I regretted using the elevator. I would have been way faster on foot, sprinting up the stairs like a madman. But the deed was done. I was stuck in this metal box, waiting for the doors to open.As I waited, my wolf grew restless. He paced back and forth in my mind, his anxiety growing with each passing second. He was pacing relentlessly in my mind, and he could feel my fear. He could feel my heart racing, my palms growing sweaty, and my knees growing weak. He was just as scared as I was.Finally, the doors opened, and I jumped out, my feet pounding the ground as I ran down the hallway. My eyes scanned the room numbers, searching for 304. The hospital corridors blurred past my eyes, the stale white walls making everything seem sterile and cold. I hadn't been in a hospital in years, never having need for it because of
_Ryker's POV_I paced back and forth outside the ICU, my mind racing with thoughts of Arianna. Was she going to be okay? Was she going to make it through the surgery? She was as vulnerable as a human because she didnât have a wolf. How would she survive this?My wolf was restless, pacing back and forth in my mind. He was so distracting and barely gave me time to control my thoughts, but I didnât shut him down, knowing he was going through the motions just like me, and for some reason, hurting just as much as I was.Just as I was starting to lose hope, the doctor came out from the ICU. His shoulders were slumped and he wiped the beads that had formed in his forehead with the back of his palms. I rushed to him, bombarding him with questions."Is she okay? Did the surgery go well? Is she...is she going to make it?" I demanded, my words coming out hastily.The doctor took a deep breath, his eyes locked on mine, but the corners of his eyes were strained. "The surgery was successful, Alpha
_Ryker's POV_I looked up to see Jason standing in front of me, his eyes fixed on me, concern and relief crossing his features. Then looked at me, really looked at me, and his steps faltered. He was probably taken aback by my overall look, and for a moment, he just stared at me. Then, he rushed to my side, eyeing me up from head to toe.âWhat are you doing here?â I asked begrudgingly because I knew there went my quiet time."Ryker, what's going on?" he asked his eyes searching my body for any sign of hurt, and I slapped his hand away when he touched my face. "I was at your house, but they told me you ran out to the hospital, so I had to come as soon as possible. Are you hurt?âI didn't respond, because it was a dumb question and also because I didnât have strength to, so I just kept staring at Arianna through the glass window. Jason dramatically followed my line of sight, and his eyes widened in shock."Is that...Arianna?" he asked loudly, and I resisted the urge to punch him in the
_Ryker's POV_Jason raised his hands in mock surrender, but he maintained that stupid look on his face that made me want to wipe it right off him. I glared at him, my eyes narrowing into slits. "Just drop it, Jason," I warned him, my voice dropping to a low growl.But Jason being Jason, just chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "I'm just saying, Ryker. You're not as oblivious as you think you are."I snarled, baring my teeth. "I'm not oblivious, Jason. I just don't have feelings for anyone, okay?"Jason flipped me the bird and brought his cup ofâĶgreen tea? to his lips. "Save it, Ryker. I know you better than that."I sighed, rubbing my temples. This conversation was giving me a headache. A terrible one. "Can we just drop it, Jason? Please?""Fine, but just remember, I'm here for you, no matter what,â he said, and despite the amusement in his eyes, I knew he meant it.But he wasnât about to get sappy on me, so it was my turn to flip him off, making him laugh. I brought my own cup of
Ariannaâs POVHe didnât even look back at me.I stood there, frozen on the stairs, staring at the door heâd 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 couldnât 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. Iâd cried enough already. Three days locked in my room, no food, no sleep, just me and the fear of Claireâs death, but now, it was all amplified by every hateful word Iâd said to him.Monster.Murderer.I hate you.God.He was right. I didnât hesitate. I didnât even try to ask for the truth. I let Claire draw the picture and I colored it in for her.And now he couldnât 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
Rykerâs POVI didnât go far when I left her. I couldnât. My legs barely carried me past the threshold of Claireâs 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.âPlease, Ryker. Please. I didnât mean toâĶI didnât knowââI closed my eyes.I had to keep walking.But when I finally made it back to my room, it was like Iâd entered a tomb. The silence wasnât comforting. It wasnât 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 didnât 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 didnât
Ariannaâs POVI couldnât breathe.The natural act of breathing suddenly became too difficult with the heavy scent of lavenderâClaireâ 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 didnât even realize when Iâd reached the photos.I turned to him.Ryker hadnât moved. He stood like a statue beside Claireâs bed, his eyes fixed on the collage that had just shattered what was left of my sanity.âSay something,â I said but my voice came out as a hoarse whisper.He didnât say anything. Just kept looking at the raised bed.âPlease,â I begged, the word tasting like blood in my mouth. I honestly didnât want to believe what I was seeing.And then he looked at me. It wasnât just a glance, he looked at me like he wanted to search deep into my soul. His
Ariannaâs POVI wasnât 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 wasnât entirely sure if it was from the three days without food or what Ryker had just said.ClaireâĶ leading me to rogues?No. No, she wouldnât. She couldnât.But his voice echoed in my head. He didnât sound angry or defensive. He just sounded very certain. âIf you want to see who the real monster isâĶ follow me.âI stood there long after heâd 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 couldnât trust him, not after everything.For all I knew, he could be luring me out to kill me and finish what where heâd 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
Ariannaâs POVThree days.It had been three full days, and I still couldnât believe it.Everything felt surreal, like I was suspended in the middle of a nightmare I couldnât wake from. Time had stopped moving the second Claireâs 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 couldnât comprehend it. No matter how many times my thoughts circled around it, it just didnât make sense. Claireâwho had held my hand. Claireâwho had whispered instructions into my ear. Claireâwho told me to run, to live, to never look back.Dead.Shot in the head.By him.I hadnât left my room since. I hadnât spoken a word to anyone except when absolutely necessary. I hadnât eaten. I hadnât drunk even a drop of water. Not that I hadnât tried. I had. But everything felt like sand in my mouth. Everything tasted li
Ariannaâs POVI let out a strangled breath the moment I saw her.âClaire,â 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.âGod, I thoughtââ My voice broke. I clutched her sleeves. âI thought something happened. You were late. You said ten. I waited. I waited, Claire, and I thought he found you, orâââI know, I know.â She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her face to my shoulder. Her voice was hushed and hurried. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to scare you. I had to make sure no one was watching. I couldnât risk it. Alpha has eyes everywhere and I had to make sure nobody was suspicious.ââNo kidding,â 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. âAre you okay? Did any
Ariannaâs POVThe plan was simple.It was probably too simple, but I held onto it and kept replaying it in my head over and over again.Claire had promised me everything would be ready by ten. That was the deal. That was the one thing I was counting down to. Ten oâclock. All I had to do was be ready. But somehow, something so simple felt so so difficult for all the wrong reasons.And as I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting the hem of my sweater, I couldnât stop the flood of doubts that crept in like shadows under the door.The room was too quiet. In fact, the whole house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that screamed at you if you sat still long enough. Every tick of the old clock mounted above the vanity seemed to throb in my ears, syncing with the beat of my racing heart.I glanced at it again. 9:41 p.m.Nineteen minutes.It felt like nineteen hours.My palms were slick with sweat, though the room was cold. A strange, aching chill sat deep in my bones like it was waiti
Rykerâs POVShe was supposed to hate me.That was the goal. That was the plan.It had taken every ounce of strength I had to walk past her in the hallway and not react each time I saw her. Not grab her. Not slam her into the wall and make her feel how painfully hard I got for her. Not pull her close and bury my face in her neck like I used to. But I didnât. I kept walking. Kept my eyes forward. Kept the mask on my face and shoved the knife twisting in my gut as deep as I could.It didnât help.Because her scent clung to me long after I passed her. It haunted me. Teased me. And my wolfâfuck, he was barely holding it together. Pacing. Growling. Agitated in a way I couldnât control.But this was the only way.Before Arianna, my life was simple. I killed when I needed to. I fucked when I wanted to. Women were nothing more than warm holes and needy mouths who were always willingâeager, evenâto please their Alpha. Stressful day? Fuck it away. Rage boiling under my skin? Pick the tightest sk
Ariannaâs POVIt had been two days.Two days since Ryker looked through me like I wasnât even there. Since his eyes that were once so wild with fire of desire, had gone completely cold towards me.He hadnât spoken to me. He hadnât even said a word. Not even as much as a glance. Not even when I passed him in the hall yesterday morning. Iâd rounded the corner, nearly bumping into him. My breath caught in my throat, and I froze like a deer caught in headlights, and to my own disappointment, my heart begged for some kind of reaction.But he just walked past me.He didnât slow down. Didnât look back. Nothing. Like a switch had gone off in his head.And I stood there for a good five minutes afterward, trying to make sense of the painful ache blooming in my chest.If anyone should be avoiding anyone, it should be me. I should be the one slamming doors and storming down corridors and spitting venom every time I caught the scent of him. He was the one who killed someone in cold blood. He was t