My shock level shot up the roof as soon as I stepped into the room. It was dimly lit, but just enough to make me stare with my mouth wide open.From the way the maids had whispered about what was behind this door like it was some top secret, and coupled with Ryker’s reaction to me going close to it the other day, I thought the room would be some sort of torture chamber, slaughter house, or worse, some kind of kinky red room with chains and handcuffs.So imagine my shock when I saw it was a room filled with canvases, painting brushes, and a mix of colors. I turned to Ryker to express my shock, and his eyes were fixed on me, his lips set in a thin line.“Can I….can I look around?” I asked cautiously, careful not to set him off.To my surprise, he shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded. “Take your time.”I turned back around, and hobbled deeper into the room with the help of my clutches. The room was filled with the scent of paint, and it looked like I’d stepped into another world,
“That one’s not finished yet,” he said with so much emotion to evoke only one emotion from me. Curiosity.I stared at the covered canvas and my mind wandered. There were a lot of questions on my mind, but from the way Ryker’s lips thinned, and his eyes grew dark, I didn’t need to be told that that was the end of that conversation.“Ryker….” I started but stopped mid-sentence when something caught my attention behind him.It was a huge painting, not as huge as the unfinished one, but equally big. It was hidden behind an array of broken canvases, with only a small, imperceptible part of it sticking out.I could have easily missed it, but there was something about the neatly-styled raven hair that was visible in the painting that struck me.“That one,” I said, pointing a finger towards the painting. “What’s that one?”My curiosity was piqued by the fact that unlike other portraits that were hanging and scattered across every inch of the wall, covering up all of its dark brown paint, this
My eyes slowly peeled open, and the first thing that greeted me was the warmth from the sunlight streaming through the slightly parted window.I twisted my body to the side, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my sides, a more than subtle reminder that I was yet to heal from the accident.Taking a deep breath, I decided to stop trying, and just laid on the bed, my eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.I took in a breath, and was relieved when I was neither greeted by the stench of antiseptic and drugs or the sight of the sterile white walls I’d grown used to at the hospital.It was almost laughable that Ryker’s house, the place I’d hated so much, was now a place I was so happy to be in.I closed my eyes, soaking in the warm air, and the feel of the soft sheets beneath me. But my moment of bliss was soon cut off when a series of thoughts attacked my mind.Everything that happened last night came rushing back in a slideshow, and I felt the familiar tug of pain in my heart.Everyo
I stared at the maid for longer than a beat, my mind still slow from the exhaustion of the night and the tiny prickling ache where my foot met the ground. I heard her loud and clear, but it took me a second longer than usual for them to make complete sense to me.Right! I had a visitor.Those words would always be foreign to me as long as I was within these walls.Seeing the maid staring at me as if she didn’t know whether to repeat her words or remain quiet, I snapped out of it and cleared my throat, resting my weight heavily against the crutches. “Who?” I asked.The maid fidgeted again, and I was vaguely reminded of when I’d met Claire. My heart sank at what had befallen her, and I almost missed the maid’s words.“I don’t know who it is, miss. I’ve never seen him before. I don’t think he’s from this pack,” she said, avoiding my gaze.My breath hitched.The first and last time uncle Elijah had visited, things had gone south very fast. I winced as I recalled Ryker’s untamed anger and
Ryker’s POVFrom where I stood behind the spiral bend that led to the living room, I watched her. And no, I hadn’t intended to be a creep. I had been on my way to get breakfast when her sonorous voice stopped me dead in my tracks.But she didn’t see me.Not yet.Arianna was laughing at something that fucker said, the sound light and pleasing to my ears, but it had a hint of something else I couldn’t quite place. It was something that made my chest tighten painfully, and my fingers curl into tight fists at my sides.Unlike most people, Arianna laughed with her entire body when she wanted to. Her eyes would squeeze shut, her shoulders would lift just slightly, and the sound– fuck, the sound– was the most melodic thing I’d ever heard.But her laughter wasn’t directed at me.It was for him.My jaw clenched so hard my teeth gnashed, and I shifted my weight, pressing my back against the cold walls of the hallway.Her lips moved, but I could barely hear what she was saying, because my mind w
I sat there, watching as Ryker disappeared down the hallway, his broad shoulders tense, his fists clenched at his sides like he was restraining himself from turning back.I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until he was completely out of sight.Only then did I let it go exhaling deeply.The heaviness in my chest remained.Well, that was….civil?“Uncle Elijah,” I drawled, turning my attention back to the man beside me. My tone carried a warning as I quietly reprimanded the older man for provoking Ryker when he was already walking a razor-thin line. Uncle Elijah merely chuckled, unfazed as always. He leaned back against the couch, stretching his arms over the backrest in a lazy sprawl as if he hadn’t just spent the last several minutes pushing Ryker’s buttons, something not many people could do and live through the next second.“Relax, princess,” he said with an amused smirk. “I was only teasing.”I gave him a flat look. “You know how he is.”Uncle Elijah hummed thoughtfully
Ryker’s POVPacing. That was all I had been doing since I left her downstairs.I had been pacing back and forth across the room, my feet stabbing the carpet and threatening to create permanent imprints there. But I wasn’t the only one.My wolf was restless, his ears perked up and tuned to every sound outside my door, waiting—scratch that, listening— for when Arianna would return to her room across from mine.But she hadn’t.The wait was eating at me no matter how hard I tried to control myself. I tried to convince myself that that fucker would leave soon. That Arianna would get up, leave and walk straight into her room where I could at least hear her breathing through the damn wall if I had to.But with each second that passed, a layer of my patience snapped till I was barely holding it together.I didn't kill Elijah at the spot, but that didn’t mean I wanted them talking like they were having some kind of reunion. Every second that passed, my mind conjured images I didn’t want to se
Ryker’s POVI should leave.That thought came to me the moment my body stopped reacting like I had just fought off a ghost from my past, which I had, quite literally. My pulse had steadied. My breathing had evened out. My wolf had stopped clawing at my insides like he was trying to rip through me.And yet, I stayed.Arianna was obviously okay. Not missing. Not in a pool of blood like…. I shook my head, pushing the thoughts to the far corner of my mind where they belonged.She was fine and breathing. Yet, I stayed.I stood there in the doorway, my feet rooted to the spot as I watched her.For the second time today, I felt like a damn creep.Arianna sat curled up by the window, her good knee pulled up slightly, a book tucked in her lap. She looked peaceful, so at ease that it irritated me how badly I had been losing my shit just seconds ago, thinking she was gone. She didn’t even know what the hell had just happened in my head, how far I had let myself slip.I should leave.But I 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
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