“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 POVThe room had grown dark, but I hadn’t moved to turn on the lights. Outside, the sun was wrapping up its activity for the day. Still, I sat there, unmoving, my fingers absently tracing invisible patterns over the book’s cover.I should’ve put it away hours ago. Should’ve shoved it back into the shelf where I’d found it and never looked at it again. But I hadn’t.Because I couldn’t stop thinking.My mind was spiraling.About the book.About Ryker. About what he had said. About the way he had looked at me when he told me we were going to an island.A vacation, supposedly.The words had come out of nowhere, abrupt and clipped, as if they had slipped past his lips before he had time to think them through. I had barely managed a confused, What? before he shut down, his expression unreadable, and he walked away.I hadn’t seen him since then.And for a while, I had convinced myself that maybe he wasn’t serious. Maybe he had said it just to say something, to fill the silence with
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
Ryker’s POVShe had looked at me like I was a monster.No.Not like a monster.As one.That look. Her eyes were wide, her lips were trembling, and she looked like she didn’t even recognize me. That singular look was carved so deeply into my memory, it would never leave. I didn’t think anything could hurt worse than claws slicing through skin. But that moment? Watching her scramble away from me like I was death itself?That hurt more than anything I’d ever known.The bathroom tiles were wet under my feet. Water poured down from the showerhead and beat my body and floor but the sound did nothing to drown out the scream that still rang in my ears. Her scream. I placed my hands on the wall to steady myself as the water rushed down my me like tiny pebbles. At first, it was warm, then it became scalding, half a degree away from burning my skin. But it didn’t matter.I stood there, shaking, staring at the red pool of water going down the drain like I could erase it if I stared long enough.
Arianna’s POVI followed her.Despite all the alarm bells blaring in my head, despite the chill that ran down my spine and made the tiny hairs on my arms stand straight, I followed Claire. Down the hallway. Away from the safety of the library.I followed closely behind her, not even knowing where we were going to. “Claire,” I said, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “Where are we going?”She didn’t slow her pace. Her hands stayed tucked behind her back, and she just kept walking quickly like she was scared of getting caught. “You’ll see.”“That’s not an answer.” I quickened my steps, falling into place beside her. “You said you had something to show me. I’m walking behind you like a damn idiot and you still haven’t told me what.”She turned to look at me, her eyes unreadable. “Do you want to go back?”I hesitated. My tongue flicked out to wet my lips, and I actually looked over my shoulder. I looked at the long hallway behind me. The library door wasn’t closed, and I c
Chapter 149Ryker’s POVI could feel it. I saw it in that subtle tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers curled around her fork like she wasn’t really holding it—I knew she wasn’t okay.But I didn’t have time.The moment that mindlink hit me like a brick to the skull, I felt it in every nerve of my body. My wolf snarled and grew restless in a matter of seconds. Jason’s voice was low was clipped, barely more than a growl.“We got her.”I didn’t ask who.I knew.The chair scraped sharply against the tiled floor as I stood. Arianna called my name, and I heard her but I couldn’t look at her. I didn’t want her to see the way my vision was already flickering with rage. I walked out of the dining room without a word.Not because I didn’t want to talk to her.But because if I stayed another second, I might have broken something.The accident outside that shopping mall wasn’t an accident.It was made to look like one. A reckless driver. Arianna trying to save that child. An overspeedin
Arianna’s POVThe scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as I walked into the dining room and even though I knew I was having breakfast with Ryker, I still froze.Because was already there and I hadn’t seen him since we got back yesterday.Ryker sat at the head of the long mahogany table, dressed in his usual crisp, dark shirt with the sleeves pushed up just enough to expose the veins in his forearms. His collar was open, giving a seductive view of his throat and bulging adam’s apple. He looked almost normal. Like there weren’t families grieving in pain for the loss of their loved ones who were killed by his hands.Like he wasn’t the monster Claire warned me about just last night.And worse?He smiled when our eyes met.“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice was deep, lazy and amused. “Sleep well?”My throat dried. I forced a nod, and crossed the room to meet him. “Fine.”Liar.The night was a mess of tossing, turning, and reliving every word Claire had said. So much so that I co
Arianna’s POVThe second I stepped into my room, it was like the last two weeks hadn’t even happened.Everything was exactly the way I left it. My favorite blanket folded neatly at the end of the bed. The throw pillows arranged just how I liked them—even the one with the ripped seam I kept forgetting to sew. My current read was on the nightstand, exactly two inches from the lamp, and my water glass still sat by the windowsill, like I hadn’t left at all.I exhaled slowly, and a thought crept into my mind.Home.It was spotless. Not just clean, but… cared for. Even neater than before I’d left. Someone had clearly been here, tending to things in my absence, but not in a way that felt intrusive. It felt… comforting. Like someone had missed me. I walked inside with my suitcase, my fingers trailing along the edge of the dresser, the smooth wood cool under my touch. I let out a soft laugh and shook my head. “Of course,” I whispered to myself. “Even my room looks like it missed me.”I sat do
Arianna’s POVI stared at the sink like it had just grown two heads in front of my eyes.The water ran clear now, as if nothing had happened. No red. No thick, cold liquid that looked and felt like blood. Just crystal-clear water casually dancing around my trembling fingers.But I knew what I saw. What I felt.I hadn’t imagined it.I couldn’t have.My breathing was shallow. My pulse thudded so loudly in my ears it nearly drowned out the sound of the running water. I stood frozen, hand still under the faucet, almost afraid to move. The memory of that cold, sticky sensation wouldn’t leave me—the way the warmth of the water had vanished in a blink, replaced by blood. It wasn’t just in my head. I had felt it. The shift. The weight. The texture.And the smell—God, the smell.Like a hundred rusted metals. I took a shaky breath, holding the edge of the counter until my knuckles turned white. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, pale and wide-eyed, lips parted like I was mid-scre