ARIA'S POVThe question filled me with panic, and I couldn’t help but laugh—too loudly, too awkwardly. It was the kind of laugh that didn’t feel natural, the kind you give when you're caught off guard and scrambling for some control.“What?” I blurted, quickly glancing at him before focusing back on the road, my heart racing. “I wasn’t staring at you. Seriously.”Finn raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Uh-huh.”I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, and I hurriedly tried to defend myself, desperate to cover up the fact that he had caught me again. “No, really! I wasn’t staring. Why on earth would I be staring at you?”He chuckled again, the sound light but teasing. “That’s what I would like to know.”I tried to come up with something, anything that didn’t make me sound like a complete idiot. “I was… uh… I was looking at the trees outside. Yeah, the trees. They’re really nice, you know?”Finn just stared at me, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. He didn’t believe a word
ARIA'S POVMy hand hovered over the door handle as my mind raced to come up with a response. I really wasn’t ready to confront this, not now, not after everything that had happened tonight.I felt Finn’s gaze burning into my back, waiting for an answer. But instead of acknowledging his question, I forced a bright, fake smile and raised my voice. “Come on, Finn! Let’s go see how your mother is doing, shall we?”I didn’t wait for him to respond. I turned quickly and started walking toward the hospital entrance, my steps faster than they needed to be, my mind a mess of conflicting emotions. I could hear Finn’s footsteps behind me, slower, more hesitant, but he followed without saying another word.Inside, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the quiet hum of hospital machinery greeted us. We walked up to the front desk, where a nurse smiled politely, her fingers tapping at her computer as she looked up at us.“Hi, excuse me,” Finn said, his voice sounding steadier now, more composed. “We'
DANTE'S POVI watched from the hospital room window, my breath fogging up the cold glass. Below, Aria was getting into her car, her movements slow, hesitant.The tight knot in my chest hadn’t loosened, and watching her drive off didn’t make it better. If anything, it made it worse.And then, there was Finn.He stood there, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his eyes trailing after Aria’s car as it drove away.There was something about the way he watched her—it felt wrong. Off. Too…interested.I narrowed my eyes, my hand tightening into a fist at my side. Just as I thought he might leave, Finn turned and started walking back towards the hospital.As soon as I heard his footsteps nearing the door, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I pushed it open and stepped into the hallway before he could enter the room.“Finn,” I called, my voice harder than I meant it to be.He stopped in his tracks, eyebrows raised in surprise. “What?”“We need to talk,” I said, motioning for him to follow me awa
DANTE'S POVFinn didn’t flinch. His jaw tightened, but there was no fear in his eyes, no respect. It was like he was looking at me as just another man—not the one who had raised him, not the Alpha who had led him, not the brother who had fought alongside him through everything. Just another man.There was a tense silence, and when I opened my mouth to argue, the words wouldn’t come. Instead, all I could do was stand there, staring at my little brother—no, not so little anymore—and wonder how the hell we had gotten here.How had it come to this?“I won't tolerate you speaking to me in that manner, Finn,” I whispered, but it was weak. Even I could hear it.Finn’s eyes softened for a brief moment, but then he shook his head again. “I won’t be like you, Dante. I’m not afraid to fight for her. And whether Mother approves or not? That doesn’t matter to me. You know why?”I swallowed hard as Finn took one last step forward, his eyes locked on mine.“Because at least I’m not too much of a cow
ARIA'S POVBy the time I finally got home, I was completely drained. Every step from the car to the door felt like I was dragging a thousand pounds behind me.My mind was still spinning from the chaos of the banquet, but I didn’t want to think about any of it. Not Agatha, not Dante, and definitely not Finn.All I wanted was to collapse into bed and forget this nightmare of an evening.But the moment I opened the door and stepped into the quiet of the mansion, I saw Adam.He was leaning against the kitchen counter with that signature smirk, like he had been waiting all night just to get under my skin.The second he saw me, his grin widened. I could already see the taunt forming in his head.“Well, well, well,” he drawled, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Look who’s home. If it isn't the belle of the ball herself. I hear you caused quite a stir tonight.”I held up my hand to silence him. "Not now, Adam. I've had a hell of a night and I just want to…”“Is it true your ex-mother-in-law faint
ARIA'S POVI didn’t answer Adam. I couldn’t. Instead, I hurried up the rest of the stairs, leaving his voice echoing behind me like some taunting reminder of all the choices I didn’t want to face.As I entered my bedroom and closed the door behind me, I leaned back against it, pressing my palms flat against the cool wood.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out everything—Adam’s laughter, his teasing words, the way he had tossed Finn and Dante into the same sentence as if choosing between them was something I could do with a snap of my fingers.Who was I going to choose?The question seemed to follow me, like a whisper I couldn’t shake, a burden I wasn’t ready to carry.But what if it did come down to that? What if I really had to choose? Dante, who had been a part of my life for so long, or Finn, who was suddenly there in a way I hadn’t expected, stirring up feelings I wasn’t sure how to handle?I moved towards the bed and collapsed into the soft mattress, feeling the exhaustion
LINDA'S POVI stood in the hallway, my arms crossed, eyes narrowed as I watched Finn pacing with his phone pressed to his ear. He was too engrossed in whatever pathetic conversation he was having to notice me. But I knew who he was talking to.Aria.That bitch.The rage simmered in my chest, coiling tighter with each second he spoke to her, his voice soft, his expression… worried. Anxious, even.Finn, who was always so easygoing, was now suddenly so serious over someone like her, and I couldn’t stand it.I stepped closer, the heels of my shoes clicking loudly against the tile floor. I wanted him to hear me. I wanted to interrupt his little moment of affection.“Finn!” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut through the air.He froze mid-sentence, his eyes darting to me, and for a second, he looked like a deer caught in headlights.Good. Let him feel uncomfortable. Let him realize what a fool he’s being, doting on that… thing.“Who the hell are you talking to?” I asked, my voice rising
ARIA'S POVI didn’t want to be here.The moment I stepped out of the car and set foot on the steps of the banquet hall, my stomach twisted into a knot so tight I thought I might be sick.The whole place was lit up like something out of a fairy tale—golden lights twinkling in the trees, the soft murmur of laughter and conversation floating in the air.It should have been beautiful. Magical, even. But all I could feel was the pressure of a hundred eyes that would be on me the moment I walked through those doors.“Aria, you’re overthinking this,” Adam had told me before I left, his voice patient but firm, like he was talking to a child. “You won't be able to hide forever. At some point, they’re going to have to know who you are. And tonight is as good a time as any to make an impression.”“I don't want to make an impression, Adam,” I had argued, standing in front of the mirror, my dress half-zipped. “You’re the Alpha. You’re the one who is supposed to handle things like this.”He had si
DANTE'S POV The hallway outside the ICU was a war zone of words. Finn stood firmly in front of me, his voice sharp and unwavering as he defended me.“Cynthia,” Finn snapped, his tone laced with frustration, “you’re acting like Dante pushed Linda out of that window himself. He didn’t make her jump, and he sure as hell didn’t make her lose that baby!”“Don’t you dare speak to me like that!” Cynthia spat, her voice raw with anger and tears. “My daughter is lying in there because of him! Everything that’s happened—her pain, her suffering—is on him! And you’re defending this… this…”“Enough!” Finn interrupted, his patience wearing thin. “Linda did this to herself, and you know it! She’s been lying and manipulating everyone around her, and now you’re trying to make Dante your scapegoat? That’s not going to happen.”“How dare you!” Cynthia shrieked, her face twisted in fury. “You’re nothing but a troublemaker! You think you can just waltz in here and cover up for him? My daughter wouldn’t b
ARIA'S POV I had finally decided to pick up my hobbies again, but it wasn’t easy because I had been away from designing for so long that it felt almost foreign. But thank the goddess for Adam, he wouldn’t hear any excuses.“Aria, this is exactly what you need,” he said firmly one evening, dragging me into an empty room in the house that had been freshly cleaned and reorganized. “If you’re going to move forward, you have to focus on the things that make you happy.”“I don’t even know if I can still do this,” I muttered, standing in the middle of the room. The desk, the sketchbooks, the neat rows of pencils and tools—it was all waiting for me, as if it had been there forever.“You can,” Adam said simply. He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway with a knowing look. “You just have to try, Ri. What’s the worst that could happen?”I didn’t answer, but something in the way he said it made me want to prove him right.After he left me alone, I closed the door. The quiet was strange,
DANTE'S POV Linda’s bloodied body had been rushed into the emergency operating room, leaving Finn and me standing in the hallway. The doors closed with a loud slam as the stretcher passed through, the sound echoing like the end of a sorrowful melody.I couldn’t move. My legs felt like lead, and my mind was blank.Finn was beside me, his voice low and urgent. “Dante,” he said, gripping my shoulder. “You know that this wasn’t your fault, right? You couldn’t have stopped her.”I didn’t respond. How could I? Linda’s words haunted me, her cries of desperation echoing endlessly in my head. You don’t believe me, do you? I’ll have to prove my innocence by dying. And then the window. The fall. The blood.“It doesn’t feel that way,” I finally whispered, my voice cracking.Finn shook his head, his grip tightening. “Listen to me. You can’t take this on yourself. Linda… Linda made her choices. You tried to help her. That’s all anyone could’ve done.”Before I could answer, a loud, piercing wail
DANTE'S POV Linda’s cries filled the hospital room like the stubborn pounding of a storm. She was sobbing uncontrollably, her hands clawing at her chest, her voice hoarse as she repeated the same words over and over again: “It’s my fault… it’s all on me… I listened to Ralph and I didn’t protect my child…”I just stood there, rooted to the spot, not sure of what to do or say. Finn’s words echoed in my mind, clear and steady: “The child wasn’t Silas’s, it was Ralph’s!” Those words refused to leave me, even as Linda’s cries grew louder, slicing through my thoughts.“Linda,” I finally said, my voice low, though it didn’t feel like my own. “You really need to stop. You’re only going to hurt yourself.”She shook her head violently, her hair whipping around her face as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. “No, Dante! You don’t get it! I should have done more! I should have protected my baby!” Her voice cracked, and she fell to her knees, clutching at my shirt. “Please… please don’t hate me
ARIA'S POV The call from Finn came late in the evening, just as the world outside my window turned dark. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that sent a chill down my spine.“Aria, Linda’s baby didn’t make it,” he said suddenly.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “What… what did you just say?” I whispered, gripping the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white.“Linda lost the baby,” Finn continued. “And she’s making quite a scene. But, Aria, listen to me… you don’t have to feel guilty about this.”My mouth went dry. “I…I wasn’t…”But that was a lie, wasn’t it? Guilt had already taken a hold of me, tightening its grip with every word he spoke.Finn sighed, his voice softening. “I’m telling you this because I know how you think. Don’t let her manipulate you. She’s good at this… making herself the victim, drawing everyone in. You know this wasn’t your fault.”But how could it not feel like my fault? I could still hear Dante’s voice from earlier that day, blaming me for
DANTE'S POV Finn's words seemed to echo endlessly in my head. There was no humour in his tone, no trace of malice or lies. He wasn’t the kind of man to twist stories for the sake of drama, especially not about Linda. But this? This was too much to wrap my head around.“Are you really sure this is true?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.Finn nodded, his expression serious. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” He leaned against the wall, his shoulders slumping. “Right after Ralph died, her baby didn’t make it either. That’s not a coincidence, Dante. It’s hard not to suspect that this was all part of her plan.”The burden of his words hung between us, heavier than anything I had ever carried before. Linda? Linda, the woman who I thought I knew better than anyone? Could she really be capable of this? Could she…Goddess help me…be ruthless enough to kill her own child?I shook my head, trying to push the thought away, but it clung to me like smoke. “No. No, I can’t believe that.”F
ARIA'S POV The loud sound of the ambulance siren broke through the chaos, silencing the frantic murmurs of the crowd for a moment. Dante didn’t wait for the paramedics to take charge. With a sense of urgency I hadn’t seen in him before, he picked up Linda in his arms. Her pale, lifeless body looked even more fragile in the bright light of the ambulance as Dante climbed in, shouting for them to hurry. I watched him go, his desperation etched into every line of his face. His eyes never left Linda’s bloodied form as the ambulance doors slammed shut behind them. For a brief, fleeting second, I felt a pang of something close to pity. But it was quickly swallowed by a flood of bitterness as the whispers began. “This is all Aria’s fault,” someone muttered from the crowd, loud enough for me to hear. “Yes,” another voice chimed in, filled with hate. “If Linda’s baby dies, the pack won’t spare Aria. That child is the pack’s future heir.” The words hurt more than I cared to admit. My che
ARIA'S POV Linda’s sudden breakdown into tears left me frozen, the weight of her confession crashing over the room like a wave. Her emotional words rang in my ears, each one crafted perfectly to squeeze sympathy from Dante and the crowd. “I swear on the goddess, I did it to protect you, Dante!” she cried, holding onto his arm like a lifeline. “Ralph had threatened to kill you if I didn’t do what he wanted. Everything I said to him, everything I did… it was all to keep him calm, to deceive him. You have to believe me!” The room was filled with hushed whispers, and the crowd’s uneasiness grew with every word. I could see the doubt flickering in their eyes as they turned to one another, whispering under their breaths. “She looks scared… she must be telling the truth.” “Could Ralph really have been manipulating her?” My hands balled into fists as I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the noise. “I have heard enough!” I shouted, pointing at Linda. “Can’t you all see what she
DANTE'S POV I couldn't wrap my head around what Aria was doing. From the moment she asked to speak with Linda, she had been relentless, accusing Linda of things that seemed so absurd.Claiming that Linda's child was fathered by a rogue wolf? The words were so ridiculous I almost laughed when I first heard them. Almost.Instead, I felt my patience wearing thin with every accusation, every raised voice. Aria wasn't like this. She was calm, collected, and never reckless. Tonight, though, she seemed agitated, lashing out like she was desperate for everyone to believe her. And yet, Finn...Finn wasn't the type to back wild accusations, and yet he had claimed to have proof. He said he had seen Linda go into the silver cell and kill Ralph. Murder. That word hung heavy in the air, causing my chest to tighten as I looked around the room. The air was thick with tension, whispers circulating through the crowd, spreading speculation and doubt. My eyes landed on Linda, standing not far from m