Arianna’s POVFor a moment, my heart stuttered in my chest.It took me a second to realize why—our hands were still linked. I felt the warmth of his calloused palm against mine, his fingers curling around my own, and my fingers easily fitting into his larger ones, like it was the most natural thing in the world. But it wasn’t natural. Not for us.I had no idea how long we had been holding hands, but the second I noticed it, my entire body went stiff. A nervous panic flared up inside me, and I instinctively tried to pull away.Before I could fully withdraw, though, Ryker’s grip tightened. Not enough to hurt, just firm enough to keep my hand in his.My breath hitched.He didn’t say anything. He just kept walking, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he wasn’t fully aware of how fast my heart was pounding.I should’ve fought harder to let go. But for some reason, I didn’t.Instead, I looked up at him, trying to find some kind of reaction in his face. His expression was unreadable—calm, steady
Arianna’s POVBy the time I was down to my last bite of chocolate ice cream, my stomach was warm, my legs bounced giddily, my cheeks still slightly sore from laughing too much. The game of making up stories about strangers had lasted longer than I expected, mostly because Ryker kept coming up with the most absurdly logical explanations for everything.Like the old couple sharing a banana split? He was adamant they were long-lost siblings who had only reunited last year and now met up every Friday to make up for lost time.“I still can’t believe you don’t see the romance in that,” I muttered, licking the last bit of ice cream off my spoon.“They’re eating dessert, not writing a love poem,” he said dryly.I huffed, placing my spoon down. “You have no imagination.”“And yet, I just beat you at your own game,” he countered smoothly.I narrowed my eyes at him, but before I could retort, he suddenly reached forward, his hand brushing against my face.I froze.His thumb swiped over the tip o
Arianna’s POVThe second I pulled Ryker into the crowd of dancers, I felt his entire body go rigid.The firelight flickered over his face, and I watched as the muscle in his jaw tightened.I barely had time to react before a couple spun past us, nearly knocking me into him.“Okay, first rule of dancing,” I said, gripping his wrist before he could make a break for it. “You actually have to move.”Ryker’s jaw ticked. “I am moving.”I glanced down. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, not an inch of him shifting as the music pulsed around us.“Ryker, blinking doesn’t count.”He exhaled through his nose, his grip tightening around my waist like he thought I’d let him escape if he just squeezed hard enough.I grinned. “You’re really struggling with this, huh?”“Shut up.”I laughed, swaying lightly to the beat as people twirled and clapped around us. The rhythm was fast, playful, full of energy, but Ryker looked like he was standing in the middle of a war zone.“Come on,” I coaxed, t
Arianna’s POVBy the time he returned, I was barely holding myself together.I sat stiffly, my hands clenched into my lap, enduring whatever absurd conversation the women had dived into now—something about wedding dresses and the importance of a man being dominant in a relationship.I had no will to live.But then—finally—his scent filled my nostrils, and I snapped my head up.Ryker strolled toward me, looking entirely too at ease, his hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.I was on my feet in an instant—pure, murderous rage fueling me even though I was exhausted.“Where the hell have you been?” I demanded, glaring daggers at him.He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head. “Missed me that much?”Oh. Oh.I was going to strangle him. In public.Before I could unleash my full wrath, he casually glanced around. “What? You wanted to stay out longer, didn’t you?”I opened my mouth—then shut it just as fast.Because when I turned my head ever so slightly, I caught sight o
Arianna’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence.It wasn’t eerie or unsettling—just quiet. The kind of quiet that made the sound of the waves outside even louder than it usually was. It was peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, that for the first few seconds, I didn’t move. I just lay there, my mind slow to wake, my body struggling between sleep and consciousness.Then, as the haze cleared, I became aware of the faint throbbing in my ankle.Frowning slightly, I pushed myself up, and rubbed my groggy eyes with my hands. I half-expected the pain to be just as bad as last night, but to my surprise, it was barely noticeable. The swelling had gone down significantly, and while there was still some soreness, it was nothing compared to what it had been.I moved my foot carefully, testing it out.It didn’t hurt as much.My brows furrowed.Healing balms were a luxury for me when I lived with Derrick. The few times my mother managed to sneak some to me, it was never the strong
Arianna’s POVI stared at the box, my fingers frozen against the lid, my breath catching in my throat.I had expected something practical—maybe another healing balm, or even something ridiculous, like more clothes he thought were appropriate for me to wear. Or even a dead rat just to spike my blood pressure.But this?This was the last thing I had imagined.The moment the light hit the diamonds, they shone so brilliantly that I had to blink, momentarily stunned.My heart lurched.No.No way.This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.I slowly placed the box back on the counter, staring at it like it was about to sprout wings and fly away.Then, as if suddenly remembering myself, I yanked my hands away from it entirely, turning them over in front of me.I quickly wiped my sweaty palms down the length of my pajamas pants, thinking I would ruin it otherwise. I had touched the note before this, smudging the edges and some of the ink probably got on my fingers. What if I got the jewelry dirty? What
Ryker’s POVThe cold air burned my lungs as I ran through the thick forest, my breath coming out in heavy puffs of white smoke in front of my eyes. The loud pound of my feet against the damp earth should have been enough to clear my mind. It was supposed to be. That was the entire reason I had come out here in the first place—to get away, to get some space, to let myself breathe without her scent clinging to every damn inch of me.But it wasn’t working.I had only been gone for an hour—maybe less—but already, I was restless. Already, my mind had circled back to her more times than I cared to admit.Had she woken up yet?Had she seen the note?Had she opened the damn box?Was she still in bed? Had she eaten? Was her ankle still hurting?Would she even want to see me when I got back?I gritted my teeth and pushed forward, running faster, harder. My muscles burned with the more I pushed myself, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how fast I ran, no matter how far I went, I couldn’t outrun he
Arianna’s POVThe second I stepped out of the bathroom, my wet hair clinging to my skin, I was met with the last thing I expected—Ryker, standing there, staring at me like I had personally offended him just by existing.The sight of him startled me so much that a scream tore out of my throat before I could stop it. It wasn’t just a little yelp, either. It was a full-blown, blood-curdling scream—the kind people let out in horror movies right before they got murdered.Ryker winced, ears twitching as if the sound physically pained him. “Damn, Arianna,” he muttered, rubbing the side of his head. “Trying to make me deaf?”I clutched my towel tightly against my body, fearing it would slip, my heart hammering. “Trying to get yourself killed?” I shot back, glaring at him. “What the hell are you doing in my room?”His lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh. “I knocked.”“Knocking and then walking in defeats the whole purpose, Ryker.”“Technically, you didn’t answer.”I gaped at him. “I
Arianna’s POVThe morning light poured in through the wide kitchen windows like melted gold, warming the tiled floor and my heart and I could tell it was going to be a good day. Not.But for once, I wasn’t angry to be awake.It was…peaceful.Which, considering the usual chaotic storm that seemed to follow me ever since the last few weeks, felt like a miracle in itself.I was alone at the long dining table, the only sound in the room being the occasional clink of my fork against the plate. I took my time eating, savoring every bite, and not just because the food was the best I’d had in a while.The eggs were fluffy, cooked with what tasted like garlic and herbs. The toast was buttery and crisp, and there was a small dish of some kind of strawberry preserve that was so sweet and tart it made my eyes roll back in the best way.I didn’t need to ask who made it. I could practically taste the care in every bite.Maya.Of course.I let out a soft sigh and sank deeper into my chair, picking a
Arianna’s POVMy heart was pounding like crazy.For a second, all I could do was just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe.I was sprawled across Ryker’s chest, my hands gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt like it was the only thing keeping me from completely losing it. His scent, the same one that made my mouth water, wrapped around me in a way that made my head spin.It was too much. He was too close, and my heart was beating way too fast I knew he could feel it on his chest.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my racing heart to calm the hell down, but it was useless. His arms were around me, his body was under mine, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Like nothing had changed. Like we were still… whatever it was we used to be.Slowly—so slowly—I opened my eyes.And there he was.Ryker.His face inches from mine.God, he was sinfully beautiful.All sharp jawlines, furrowed brows, and those deep, stormy eyes that had ruined me more times than I cared to admit. His dar
Ryker’s POVIt was getting harder to breathe lately.Not because of the workouts or the endless hours at the office, but because of her.Every damn day, it was the same. I’d wake up, go through the motions, drag myself to work where I barely got anything done, then come back here—where she was.So close.Yet so damn far.Arianna.I could feel her presence before I even opened the door most days. Her scent would hit me first, always soft and delicate and a little sweeter when she was nervous, and it would gut me every single time.My wolf wasn’t any help either. He made it worse, clawing and pacing and howling inside of me like an animal trapped in a cage. Every second we spent not touching her, not holding her, he punished me for it.But what was I supposed to do?Every time I looked into her eyes now, all I saw was that night.The way she stared at me like I had broken and betrayed her.She didn’t only call me a monster, but she saw me as one too. And that… that hurt more than anyth
Arianna’s POVEvery day after that felt the same. It was like we had fallen into a routine. Me trying to catch Ryker’s eyes, and Ryker pretending I didn’t exist.That was the absolute worst because it hurt way more than anything else he could have done. It hurt more than having him yell at me, and even more than if he punished me.The silence was worse, and nothing could have prepared me for the way I felt. It was almost like that private island never happened. Each time he just passed by me in the hallway like I wasn’t even there, it felt like I had imagined that week on that island, and none of it had been real.At first, I tried harder. I knew he was mad, but I felt it wouldn’t take long for the ice to thaw.I would walk a little slower in the hallways when I heard his footsteps and then I would pretend like I was just “coincidentally” going the same way as him.I timed him. I knew what time he left for work in the morning, and what time he went for a run on weekends. And at that t
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