BITTERSWEET PART 3: ARMATA AND CALISTA

Armata / Levi

As she storms out, her dark hair flowing like a river of midnight behind her, I can’t help but feel a tinge of amusement. Feisty, spoiled, and seemingly oblivious to the gravity of her situation—that’s Calista. Yet, the way her blue eyes bore into mine for that split second tells me there’s more to her than the bratty exterior.

She’s a firecracker, this one. High maintenance, undoubtedly, but also... intriguing. A challenge. The word crosses my mind, and I almost smirk at the thought.

“Stubborn, isn’t she?” Alpha Dimitrios says, a hint of rueful pride in his voice as he glances at the closed door.

I turn my attention back to Alpha Dimitrios, who has been watching the exchange with the scrutiny of a man who trusts no one when it comes to his family.

“She’s quite the handful,” I remark, keeping my tone neutral.

“You have no idea,” he replies, sighing. “But she’s my daughter, and I’d kill to protect her.”

“Understood. You won’t be disappointed in my services.”

From a locke