Ryker’s POVArianna lifted her chin, her grip tightening on the crutches beneath her hands. Her voice was steady, but I could see the hesitation flicker in her eyes before she even finished speaking.“I’m not going anywhere with you.”I stared blankly at her. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have even entertained the defiance to speak against me. Hell, their heads would’ve been rolling down the street faster than they could even blink. But with her, I found myself holding back.Instead of snapping, I leaned against the edge of the desk, arms loosely folded across my chest. “Oh?” My brow arched. “And why is that?”Arianna blinked, clearly thrown off by my reaction. She had probably expected me to snap at her, and not for me to indulge her like I was doing.Even my wolf perked his head up with interest.She recovered quickly, shifting her weight as if it would make her appear any more confident. “Because I don’t want to go,” she said, like that was supposed to be enough.I dragged my
Arianna’s POVWarmth.That was the first thing I felt. It was so soft, all-consuming warmth wrapping around me like fluffy sheets. I was sleeping, but somewhere in the depths of my subconscious, I knew I was dreaming. And for once, it wasn’t a nightmare.It was a good dream.A really, really good dream.A slow smile curled at my lips as the scene played out in my mind, filling me with an odd sense of peace. It was the kind of dream that felt too vivid, too real, where the emotions remained even when you woke up. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to stay in it forever.The strangest part?Ryker was in it.That realization should have been enough to snap me awake, but it didn’t. Not yet. Instead, I stayed trapped in the warmth. But just like everything else that was temporary in this world, the dream didn’t last. The details soon started growing hazy, slipping through my fingers like sand—Until a scent hit my nose.Dark, rich, and intoxicatingly familiar.Coffee.And something else. So
Ryker’s POVArianna was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.I knew it the moment she stepped out of her room.Her hair was still slightly damp from her rushed shower, a few wet strands clinging to her neck. The jeans she wore fit snugly against her frame, and the light blouse she’d thrown on was very simple, but on her, it looked effortlessly elegant. Even without makeup, she still looked—I cut that thought off before it could fully form.I was not going there.Instead, I pulled my gaze away and glanced at my phone, checking the time. She was pushing it.“Ready?” I asked, keeping my voice even.She lifted a brow, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Do I have a choice?”My lips curved slightly. “Not at all.”She huffed, brushing past me, and I followed her down the stairs and out the door, where the car was already waiting. The driver opened the door, and Arianna slid inside first after flashing the driver one of her million watt smiles, her movements graceful, her scent lingering
Ryker’s POVArianna was in love.Not with me, obviously. That would be too easy.No, she was in love with my jet.The second she stepped inside, she had gone completely silent, her head whipping in every direction as she took it all in. The plush leather seats, the polished wood flooring, the state-of-the-art entertainment system—every inch of luxury had her looking like she’d just stumbled into a dream.And apparently, I found that amusing.Because I was smiling.Again.I couldn’t tell what made my heart flutter more. Whether it was the fact that she was simply adorable, or the fact that she still had her childish charm even after being through so much. Even after I’d put her through so much.I caught myself just as she turned, eyes wide with excitement.“How the hell do you own something like this?” she blurted out, and before I could even answer, she pointed at the seats. “These look more comfortable than my bed.” Then at the minibar. “Is that real gold?” Then at the control panel
Arianna’s POVI woke up to a steady sound coming from somewhere in the jet and the faintest shift in the air, the kind that told me we were still high above the clouds. For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was. Then I stretched slightly, feeling the buttery-soft leather beneath me, and everything came rushing back.Ryker. His stupidly luxurious jet. The ridiculous amount of food.My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim lighting. And that was when I saw him.Ryker sat across from me, his long legs stretched out, his arms crossed over his chest. His head was tilted slightly to the side, his dark lashes casting shadows against his sharp cheekbones. His breathing was deep, slow and controlled. His face—always set in some form of arrogance or irritation—was completely at peace.For a second, I just… stared.I wasn’t sure why. Maybe because I had never seen him look like this before.Peaceful.He was always so tightly wound, his body always rigid like a predator waiting to strike. But h
_Arianna’s POV_I didn’t remember falling asleep.One minute, I was glaring at Ryker in the car, mentally preparing a long list of reasons why he should have warned me we were coming to this island just so I could be more prepared. The next, I was jolted awake so violently that my entire body lurched forward, and I nearly face-planted onto the floor.“What the hell—” I gasped, catching myself just in time from falling off the car. Then I heard a deep, familiar chuckle.I whipped my head toward the source, and sure enough, Ryker was standing outside the open car door, looking down at me with the most infuriating smirk I’d ever seen in my life.“You sleep like the dead,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “I was starting to think I’d have to throw you over my shoulder to get you out.”I scowled, shoving my hair out of my face. “You could have woken me up like a normal person.”“I did.”I narrowed my eyes. “No, you didn’t.”Ryker leaned against the car, arms crossing over his b
Arianna’s POVI needed a moment.Or maybe several.I stood there, frozen, still reeling from the past few minutes. My heart was pounding, my face burning, and I was fairly certain I had forgotten how to breathe.What the hell just happened?Ryker had gotten into my head. Again. The worst part? I let him. He had stood there, impossibly close, his voice smooth like honey, and I had practically melted on the spot. And for what? A brush of his fingers against my face? A few whispered words?Pathetic.I forced a deep breath in, straightening my shoulders and trying to regain some semblance of control. I was not—would not—fall for whatever mind games he was playing. No matter how good he smelled or how annoyingly attractive he looked standing there smirking at me like he owned the world.I exhaled sharply, willing the warmth on my face to fade before turning to face him.To my absolute horror, Ryker was still standing at the corner of the hallway, watching me with that same maddening amusem
Arianna’s POVI woke up to utter darkness.For a brief moment I was disoriented and groggy, I lay, facing the ceiling with my eyes open, there trying to figure out why nothing looked familiar. The ceiling was too high, the air smelled of salt and something faintly tropical, and the bed beneath me was way too soft. My brain, was still slow with sleep, and I struggled to piece together the pieces of my memory.Then it hit me.The island.Ryker.The house that was way too extravagant for one person.The realization settled over me, and I exhaled quietly, shifting slightly under the cool sheets. As I adjusted, another sound reached my ears—the slow crash of waves against rocks. It was gentle but persistent in every few seconds. It was also soothing, a well needed lullaby that should have sent me right back to sleep.Except I couldn’t.I turned my head toward the alarm clock on the nightstand, squinting at the glowing numbers. 2:03 AM.Great.I let out a quiet sigh and tried closing my eye
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
Arianna’s POVEverything changed after that night.I don’t know how or why, or what triggered it, but Ryker wasn’t the same. And neither was I.Maybe it was the way I’d broken down in his arms, the way I let myself be vulnerable for the first time in… God, I didn’t even know how long. Or maybe it was him, and something in him had shifted too. But after that, nothing between us was the same.He became someone else—someone soft.I didn’t know what to do with soft Ryker. I didn’t know how to react to the way he reached for my hand when we walked together, or the way he watched me eat like he was checking to make sure I liked my food. Or the way he paused every time I sighed, tilting his head and asking quietly, “What’s wrong?”I wasn’t used to it. I wasn’t used to being treated like I mattered.And it terrified me.Because I knew how quickly people changed.I kept waiting for the moment he’d turn cold again because deep down, I knew it would come. I kept preparing myself for that switch