_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 of…green 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,” he said, and despite the amusement in his eyes, I knew he meant it.But he wasn’t about to get sappy on me, so it was my turn to flip him off, making him laugh. I brought my own cup of
_Ryker's POV_I woke up to the sound of laughter, and it was like nails on a chalkboard. The sound was so irritating it grated on my nerves. I willed the sound to disappear, but it just continued. I opened my eyes with a start, ready to lash out at whoever was disturbing my peace and Arianna's, when my eyes landed on a little girl on the second bed in the room.She had a cast on her hand, and on the other hand, she was holding an iPad and giggling at something. “What the fuck?” I cussed loudly, and the two other adults in the room, her parents, let out loud gasps at the offensive word.But their eyes widened in surprise when they recognized me, and they bared their necks in submission."Alpha, my apologies," her mother said quickly, her eyes wide with fear. "My daughter didn't mean to disturb you."But I wasn't having it. I glared at the little girl, who burst out in giggles and told her parents to scold me because I had just said a bad word."Mommy, Mommy, he said a bad word!" she e
_Ryker's POV_As I sat there, my thoughts kept drifting back to and hovering around the birthmark. I kept staring at it, kept touching it. Could it be her? I reasoned, and the more I thought about it, the louder my heart beat in my chest.I shook my head, not wanting to think too much about it when I would find out shortly. My private investigator was the best in the game and could dig up anything about anyone in a matter of minutes.Instead, I focused my attention on Arianna again, wondering when she would wake up. She wasn’t even moving or anything, and that scared me. The only proof of life in her was her chest rising and falling slightly, but I still placed my finger under her nose to occasionally confirm it. I couldn’t be too sure.She looked too still and that scared the crap out of me.As I sat there staring at Arianna, I felt someone else staring at me. I looked up with a deep scowl, and the little girl snapped her eyes shut, pretending to be sleeping. I didn’t even know wheth
_Ryker's POV_I made a beeline for the restaurant, shoving people out of my way as I did. When I reached Jason, I slapped some hundred dollar bills on the table, not even bothering to count them. "Jason, I have to go," I said hastily.Jason looked up at me, his brows knitted in surprise as he looked around probably to see what was chasing me. "What's going on, Ryker? You look like you've seen a ghost."I didn't have time to explain. I just shook my head and told him, "Take care of Arianna, I'll be back shortly."Jason's eyes widened in alarm. "Ryker, what's happening? You're scaring me."I didn't respond. I just turned to him and asked with my hands stretched out. "Give me your keys."Jason hesitated for a moment like he was weighing whether his car was safe with me in my current state or not. But he eventually pulled it out and I yanked it from him. "Ryker, what's going on?" he asked again, his voice laced with worry.I just flipped him off and rushed out of the restaurant, leaving J
_Ryker's POV_I drove quickly to the hospital, my heart racing with every mile I covered. I couldn’t believe it. She was right there. Right under my nose, literally, and I never say it.When I finally arrived at the hospital, I rushed out of the car and sprinted towards the entrance. I burst through the doors, my eyes scanning the hallway as I covered the distance to Arianna's room in long strides..As I entered the room, the little girl perked up and waved at me, a shy smile on her face. I scowled in return, and her smile slipped off her face. For a moment, I had totally forgotten about her.I ignored her and walked deeper into the room, my eyes fixed on Arianna. She lay motionless on the bed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I felt my heart clench, and I had to swallow hard to keep my emotions in check.Jason was standing in the corner, his eyes fixed on me. I nodded at him, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks for watching her, Jason. I owe you one."Jason nodded
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I didn't know where I was. All I knew was that I was on the ground. I could tell that much from how hard the surface was. I didn't know how I found myself there or even what I was doing there. I felt pain all over, like I had been in one cramped position for an unhealthy amount of time.As I struggled to sit up, the sun pierced my eyes painfully. I winced at the pain and struggled to cover my eyes. I blinked a few times to get used to the bright beams, and when I eventually did, I looked around and was shocked to find out where I was. I was in an open field, and that was all I could see for miles. No buildings, no animals, no humans. It was like I was just between the earth and the sky.I stood up shakily, trying to remember how I had gotten there. But no matter how hard I stressed my brain, I kept drawing a blank. I didn't even know where to start from. I tried to call for help, but all I got was the sound of my voice echoi
I stared at the doctor, my eyes wide with shock. "An accident?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "A coma?" How? How was that even possible? One minute I was shopping for groceries with Claire and the next minute, they were saying I had been in a coma, not for one, but for three whole days?!How on earth was that even possible? I didn’t want to believe it, but as the scent of antiseptic kept hitting my nostrils, I was filled with dread at the realization it might not be so far from the truth.The doctor nodded slowly. "Yes, Miss Arianna. You've been in an accident, and you've been in a coma for three days." He spoke slowly, enunciating each word as if he feared I might mishear.I felt like I had been punched in the gut. The air seemed to have been sucked out of my lungs, leaving me gasping for breath. I didn't remember anything. And even when I tried to remember, all I heard was a loud screeching sound that seemed to pierce through my brain. I rubbed my temples, trying to
Ryker looked like he had more to say, but decided against it. He took one last glance at me, his eyes lingering on my face before he turned and walked away. I watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I was relieved that he was gone, but at the same time, I couldn't shake off the feeling that he had been trying to tell me something important.I couldn’t understand why he was acting the way he was doing. Why he was acting like he hadn’t been avoiding me for days up until now.His shoulders slumped in defeat as he walked away and I couldn’t help but think something had changed with him. I could see it in his eye, but I couldn’t tell what that was.As soon as Ryker disappeared from view, I let out a shaky breath and felt a wave of tears wash over me. I had been holding them back for so long, but now that I was alone, I couldn't stop them. I felt so confused, so alone. I was in a coma and now I found out I was bedridden and my legs couldn’t move. I didn’t know what was
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
Arianna’s 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 o’clock. 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 couldn’t 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
Ryker’s 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 didn’t. 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 didn’t help.Because her scent clung to me long after I passed her. It haunted me. Teased me. And my wolf—fuck, he was barely holding it together. Pacing. Growling. Agitated in a way I couldn’t 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 willing—eager, even—to please their Alpha. Stressful day? Fuck it away. Rage boiling under my skin? Pick the tightest sk
Arianna’s POVIt had been two days.Two days since Ryker looked through me like I wasn’t even there. Since his eyes that were once so wild with fire of desire, had gone completely cold towards me.He hadn’t spoken to me. He hadn’t even said a word. Not even as much as a glance. Not even when I passed him in the hall yesterday morning. I’d 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 didn’t slow down. Didn’t 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