Bella's POV My heart raced as the fear I had managed to push aside came rushing back. How had he known about my situation so quickly? I clutched my phone tightly, not sure how to respond. Rosa noticed the change in my demeanor and asked, "Is everything okay, Isabelle?" "Uhh yes," I stammered, not wanting to bother her with it. Maybe it was one of the girls trying to play a prank on me, but something told me otherwise. Just as I feared, my heart sank as I saw Mr. Dave's name flash across the screen of my phone. Despite the precautions we had taken, it seemed like he had found a way to reach me. With trembling hands, I answered the call, steeling myself for whatever he had to say. "Hello, Isabelle," his voice came through, smooth and unsettling. "I just wanted to call and congratulate you on your new life. Although your actions shocked me to the core. It seems you've managed to slip away from me, hmm baby girl." My heart raced but I didn't say a word. "Enjoy your life, Isabelle.
Bella's POV "Yes. And you are?" The man's gaze bore into me, his eyes hard and unyielding. "We're Peron's parents. We came here to warn you to stay away from our son." His voice was icy, each word measured and deliberate. My heart clenched at the revelation. Peron's parents. I had heard about them from Peron, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined they would show up at the hospital, hurling accusations and warnings. "Why would I stay away from him?" I retorted, my voice rising. "We are mates. We belong together." His mother scoffed, her lips curling into a sneer. "Mates? You? Do you think just because of some bond, you have the right to ruin our son's life? You're nothing but a common woman, a disgrace, parading around with a sick child already. A disgraceful excuse for a mate." The words struck me like blows, each one laced with venom and disdain. I felt my hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms. How could they say such things? How could they judge me
Bella's POV "Who are you? Why shouldn't I go?" I sent my question back to the number and waited for a moment but there was no response. "I have a bad feeling about this," I mumbled to myself, still getting ready. I had to do this for a Peron. A few minutes later, he came into the room, looking breathtakingly handsome in his tuxedo. Then we went to the car and drove away from the hospital. We arrived at the venue, a few hours later and it was so dark, I could barely see where I was heading. Peron told me to wait outside while he went to fetch my mask. He didn't want anyone to recognize me and I was happy about that. While I sat down and patted Cayden, someone grabbed my hand from behind and I turned around to see a lady with a smirk on her face. "I can't believe you came here after my warning," she rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her drink. I looked at her from top to bottom, trying to figure out who she was. "Elizabeth?" She laughed, guiding me to a quieter part of the room
Bella's POV As the words hit me, I felt a surge of anger and disbelief. How could they be so ruthless, so heartless? But I refused to let them see me falter. Letting the bag fall to the ground, I clutched my purse tightly, I squared my shoulders and met her icy gaze with a steely determination of my own. "I won't leave without speaking to Peron," I said firmly, my voice laced with a resolve that surprised even me. "He deserves to know what you're doing behind his back." Her lips curled into a cold smirk. "You think you have a say in this matter? You are nothing but a distraction, a thorn in our side. A whore. It's time you realized your place." I turned on my heel, ignoring the venom in her words, and made my way through the sea of guests, my heart pounding with each step. As I approached the stage side the murmurs around me grew louder, the air thick with tension and anticipation of what would happen next. Peron stood rigid, his eyes locked onto his father, a mixture of shock and
Bella's POV "What's going on, Tyler?" I asked the disheveled man who looked like he ran a marathon. How did he even find us here? Before he could answer, Peron handed me a bag while he carried Cayden in his arms. "Let's go, Isa. He'll explain in the car." I could only nod, grab my phone, lock the door, and then head out into the night with the three of them. Tyler's car was already parked at the car, with Rosa, looking around every minute. Immediately she sighted us, she unlocked the doors and we got in then drove away. The intensity of the situation and the loud closing of the doors caused Cayden to wake up with a loud cry that made me squint my eyes and ears. Grabbing a shawl from the bag, I collected him from Peron covered my chest then breastfed him to sleep. Once he was asleep, I rocked him gently and then faced the men. "Okay, what's going on? Who's chasing us?" Tyler's eyes remained on the road. "The Alpha and Luna. Their men and basically everyone who supports their
Alpha Max's POV I didn't want to come to this pack at first, but hearing he had information about Bella and for the sake of having this boy come to me anytime I wanted, then do anything I ordered him, I agreed and went to his guest house the following morning after receiving his message the previous night. I was around anyway. "Tyler Martin, young boy of yesterday, now an Alpha," I mumbled, giving a small smile as I sat at the head of the table, feeling happy and proud for the kind of power I possessed. I knew he told me he had guests, but I didn't know it was someone I knew all too well. When they all came into the dining hall, my gaze fell on her first. Her long hair fell down her back, her fingers intertwined with someone, a man. Then my gaze followed her hands and my eyes landed on him. I shifted my gaze to Tyler who urged them in. "Everyone, meet my godfather. The one and only, Alpha Maxwell Wilson, Alpha of the Midnight Pack," Tyler introduced with a well known smirk as the
Bella's POV "I can't believe he's back," I muttered pacing back and forth in the empty room, fidgeting with my hands, while little Cayden looked at me, probably wondering why I was out of breath and looking like I saw a ghost. "What to do? What to do?" I asked myself and Dessa over and over again as I tried to find answers to all of the other questions in my head, starting with how on earth is Max, Tyler's godfather? I mean the guy was clearly in the Nightingale Oack with his father and sister looking for how to build their pack back or something, last I heard. What happened after I left? And Alpha of the Midnight Pack? Did he leave his former pack? Or maybe take on his fathers? "Argghhh," I groaned, wanting to rip my hair off like a mad woman. I never felt this disorganized in years. "What do you think he's going to do now?" I asked Dessa hoping maybe she knew a thing or two about his wolf and maybe we could just predict his actions. "I don't know, Bella. But I think you handl
Bella's POV My heart raced as Max's voice washed over me, his warm breath grazing my neck. I clenched my fists, trying to muster the courage to respond. "Good evening, Alpha," I greeted, taking a few steps away as I feigned ignorance, my voice quivering with uncertainty. I knew I had to act, to protect Cayden and everything we had here. Max stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, and he gently traced the birthmark on my ear with his finger. My heart skipped a beat at his touch, a familiar sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Don't play games, Bella," he growled lowly, the intensity of his voice echoing in my ears. "I know it's you." I held my ground, refusing to look at him, refusing to acknowledge the past that had haunted me for years. "Bella? My name is Isabelle, Peron's girlfriend. I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, my voice slightly trembling with every word. Max let out a frustrated sigh and gripped my arm gently. His eyes bore into mine, and I cou