_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 couldnât 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 didnât 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 couldnât understand why he was acting the way he was doing. Why he was acting like he hadnât been avoiding me for days up until now.His shoulders slumped in defeat as he walked away and I couldnât help but think something had changed with him. I could see it in his eye, but I couldnât 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 couldnât move. I didnât know what was
I whipped my head to the side, following the sound, and then, my eyes fell on a little flurry of energy, her two ponytails bouncing as she ran towards me, and her bright blue eyes looking up at me.I felt Ryker stiffen and mutter a curse under his breath, and I realized how awkward it was still being in his arms.âPut me down,â I shimmied in his hold, and I felt a growl rumble through his chest, but he walked over to the bed and gently laid me on it.He stood off to the side, and the girl rushed up to me, a very contagious smile on her face as she showcased her missing tooth, just like Iâd remembered.The girl at the mall! The samed one Iâd tried to save. My heart swelled seeing her again, even though I didnât think it would be in the hospital.I was about to say something, but a shrill sound beat me to it, and my words got stuck in my throat.âOh my goodness, Susan!â Susanâs mother burst out. She looked scared. Really scared.Susan halted in her track a few feet from me, and she had
âAnd heâs always taking care of you,â she said just when I thought she was done.My frown deepened despite my heartbeat skyrocketing in my chest. The doctors had said it, Iâd seen it firsthand when I woke up to him by my bedside after literally shutting him down last night, but I guess I didnât want to admit what the blood rushing heavily to my ears was telling me. Not until I heard it from the little girl.âAlways taking care of me? What do you mean?â I asked, swallowing hard to provide moisture to my dry throat even though I had a good feeling what she meant.The man had literally carried me to the bathroom to help me pee! Now that I thought about it, I felt heat crawling up to my cheeks, but I quickly shook it off, focusing on Susan as she bobbed her head.âHe combed your hair everyday when you were sleeping, and he cleaned you up too. Heâs always staring at you and heâs always telling me to stay away from your bed and be quiet,â she shrugged her tiny shoulders.My heart slammed ha
The door opened, and a young doctor in scrubs walked in with a shaky smile. There was always a new one each time, making me think they dreaded coming to this room. Which they probably did, and it was all thanks to the 6â3 of pure muscles, standing by my side and delivering a death glare to anyone who as much as came a twenty feet radius from me.âAlpha Ryker,â the doctor said, his smile going from shaky to a full grimace as he bowed his head in greeting. Rykerâs response was a forced grunt as he glared lasers at the doctor, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.The doctor quickly turned to me, and I could almost touch the relief in his eyes. âGood morning, Arianna.ââGood morning, doctor,â I said with a smile, hoping to make up for Rykerâs ill manners.The doctor visibly relaxed, and a small, genuine smile played on his lips. âHow are you doing today, Arianna? Are you feeling any pain or discomfort anywhere?â He asked, touching my affected foot.Surprisingly, it didnât hurt half a
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