LOGINVioletThe balcony door was still swinging slightly in the cold wind when I finally stepped back inside the quiet corridor. Dante left early because he needed to be with his grandmother to.He didn't even wait for the sun to come up before rushing out of the estate compound in his dark SUV. I watched his red taillights disappear down the long driveway, leaving me entirely alone with a massive headache and a brain full of pure panic.I changed out of my ruined silk gala dress and pulled on a pair of oversized gray sweatpants and a thick black hoodie. My hands were still shaking from everything that happened, and the quietness of the place was honestly starting to make me feel completely claustrophobic.I really needed to talk to someone who actually knew how to handle a massive crisis without losing their cool. I left my bedroom and headed downstairs, wanting to meet Ron so we could discuss the security aftermath and figure out a plan for the council elders.The main grand staircase
DanteThe steam hung thick in the air, fogging the mirrors and turning the bathroom into a private sanctuary away from the accusing eyes and whispers that still echoed in my mind. I sat there on the closed toilet lid, elbows on my knees, face buried in my hands as the water pounded against Violet’s body. Her sobs had quieted into soft, broken hitches, but every one of them carved deeper into the hollow space where my heart used to be.Alex was gone. My little sister—bright, fierce, impossible Alex—was nothing but a cold shape under a sheet. And the pack wanted blood for it. They wanted *her* blood.I couldn’t let that happen. Not to Violet. Not after everything.The shower curtain rustled. I looked up.Violet stood there, water streaming down her naked body, her skin flushed pink from the heat. Her hair clung to her shoulders and breasts in dark, wet ropes. The blood was gone, but her eyes were still raw, red-rimmed, and desperate. She didn’t cover herself. She just looked at me like
DanteI ran down the hallway like a man possessed, the sound of my own heavy boots ringing in my ears. The hallways were choked with people from the pack, all of them whispering and looking at me with wide, terrified eyes.I pushed through the crowd filling the medical wing and stops moving when he sees the white sheet pulled over the figure on the table. My feet froze instantly to the cold linoleum floor, and the air left my lungs in one brutal rush.The shape underneath that thin fabric was completely unmistakable. It was small, completely still, and devoid of the vibrant life that usually defined my little sister.The pack doctor doesn't say a word to me as I stand there staring. He doesn't need to say anything because the total silence in the room tells me absolutely everything I need to know.Alex was gone. My little sister was lying dead on a metal table, and I felt like a massive part of my own chest had just been violently ripped out.My grandmother is already in the corner of
VioletThe afternoon with Alex turned out to be so much more fun than I ever expected. We completely abandoned the lake after a while and went around to different shopping malls instead. It was exactly what we both needed to snap out of the dark cloud hanging over the house.We spent hours just running around from store to store, trying on random new dresses. We grabbed piles of makeup samples too, smearing different colors on our hands and laughing at whatever terrible dress combination we made up.At one point, we wandered into this high-end boutique that looked way too serious. Alex stopped right in front of a display stand and stared at it with a completely blank expression."Look at that thing," Alex said, pointing at a truly terrible hat on the display stand. "It looks like a dead bird fell on a pancake."The comment was so dry and unexpected that I didn't even have time to cover my mouth. I laughed so suddenly and loudly that I actually startles a woman standing nearby.The poo
VioletThe next few days felt completely surreal. It was like we somehow stepped backward in time, back to the way we used to be before everything went totally sideways. We were close again, actually talking and laughing, just genuinely enjoying each other's presence without the constant heavy weight hanging over our heads.It was nice, but it also felt like living on a ticking time bomb. I tried not to think about the clock winding down, choosing instead to focus on how Dante smiled when he looked at me.Then came the day I finally introduced him to Red and Simon properly. We all met up at a small, quiet spot, and I was honestly sweating bullets beforehand because I knew how Dante could get.He sat right next to me, his arm draped over the back of my chair like a declaration of ownership. Every single time Simon spoke to me or cracked a joke, Dante's jaw clenched up and his posture got completely stiff.He still showed that tiny bit of toxic jealousy, but honestly, it was just deeply
VioletDante steps closer to me and the air between us suddenly feels heavy. I want to step back but my feet are glued to the floor. He raises his hands slowly and reaches out to hold my face. I can feel them trembling slightly against my skin, and the warmth of his palms makes my heart ache."I am so sorry, Violet," he says, his voice cracking. "I am sorry for everything I made you go through."I look into his eyes and I see a pain that mirrors my own. It is hard to look at him when he is like this. He looks completely broken."I am sorry for how I treated you," he whispers, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks. "I didn't mean any of it, I swear to you."His words hit me right in the chest and I can barely breathe. I want to scream at him but nothing comes out of my mouth. I just stand there and let him hold me."I love you," Dante says, and the words feel so heavy. "I want whatever time I have left to actually mean something."He looks at me like I am the only thing left in his world.
Dante’s POV"Come here,” I said.Violet blinked at me like she was still half asleep, then shuffled forward on those big grey socks that made her feet look twice their size. She stopped right in front of the desk, rubbing her arm like she was cold even though the villa stayed warm all night. Her e
DanteI walked into the drawing room, already pissed off.My grandmother was sitting in her usual high-backed chair, looking like a queen waiting to pass judgment. She didn't even wait for me to sit down before she started."You are acting like a child, Dante," she said, the second I walked in. "Th
Violet’s POVI walked down the hallway, my heart still hammering against my ribs from that blow-up with Dante. My mind was a total mess, spinning with all the things I should have said and all the things I wished I could take back. I was halfway to the stairs when it suddenly hit me."Shoot," I mut
Violet's POV. "Alpha Dante?" My voice came out too small for my own good. A squeaky high-pitched tone that I could do nothing to control. If that kept happening he would find out faster than I would like. He tilted his head, watching me with gold-flecked onyx eyes. Is he going to turn? Luc




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