Bella sat at the edge of her bed, gazing at the paper Eve had placed in her hand. The words stared back at her, daring her to take an uncertain step.
Be intentional about your looks—dress flirty to catch the attention of unmated males.
Flirt with some guys to make Marcus jealous.
Get a boyfriend… and sleep with him.
Her chest tightened at the last one. "Really, Eve?" she asked, looking up at her friend in disbelief.
Eve crossed her arms, unflinching. "Yes, Bella. You have nothing to lose if this theory works or not."
Joy, who had been silent, suddenly placed a pen in Bella’s hand. “Sign it.”
Even Joy?
Bella hesitated. Joy had always believed in destiny, in the Moon Goddess’ will. But tonight, her eyes held no sympathy, only firm resolve.
"He doesn’t deserve your loyalty," Joy spat.
Bella exhaled sharply, her fingers trembling as she signed the paper.
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The next morning, Bella barely recognized herself.
Eve had covered her broken mirror until the transformation was complete. Now, as Joy yanked the cloth away, Bella’s breath caught.
She looked… stunning.
Her silky blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, smooth and glossy. The black top clung to her form, while the white skirt barely covered her thighs. The thigh-high boots completed the look, adding a bold, confident edge.
Joy grinned. “Now, behold thy gorgeous self!”
Bella swallowed. She wasn’t used to this version of herself—the one who turned heads instead of hiding in the shadows.
Eve high-fived her. "Now that’s my girl!"
Downstairs, her mother’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “My goodness, you girls look stunning!”
Bella kissed her mother’s cheek. "Mom," she murmured, noting the happiness in her mother’s eyes.
Before her mother could say more, Eve tugged Bella toward the door. "No time for sentiments! Operation payback starts now!"
Amanda barely finished with her breakfast and scrambled to catch up.
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The moment they stepped onto the school grounds, whispers erupted around them.
Some were admiring.
Some were cruel.
"Did you see her?"
"Marcus' mate, the rejected one."
"Gosh, who gets rejected by their mate?"
"I’d die of shame if I were her."
Bella’s fingers curled, nails digging into her palm. She took a deep breath, held her head high, and smiled—swaying her hips a little more.
Eve shot her a knowing wink.
Marcus stood by the lockers, laughing with his friends, oblivious to the stir Bella had caused. His wavy hair fell carelessly over his forehead, and his sharp jawline tensed as he spoke.
Her wolf, Hilda, stirred restlessly. The mate bond still clung to her, no matter how much she willed it away.
Then, Max noticed her.
His gaze traveled over her body, darkening with interest.
Bella met his stare and gave him a tiny, knowing smile.
Ken followed Max’s line of sight, his lips parting slightly as he took in Bella’s transformation.
Marcus' nostrils flared.
He turned, his eyes locking onto her like a wolf scenting a storm.
Bella let her smile fade, her gaze cold as she flicked her hair and looked away.
Eve whispered behind her, “Phase one is a success. Moving on to phase two.”
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Inside the classroom, Bella barely had time to sit before Marcus barged in.
Eve slid into a chair nearby, watching the unfolding scene with interest.
Marcus didn’t take his usual seat. Instead, he dropped into the one directly behind Bella. His intense gaze burned into her back, the air between them thick with tension.
She ignored him.
Instead, she reached up and casually swept her hair to one side, exposing her bare neck—the very spot where mates marked each other.
A low growl vibrated behind her.
Eve smirked, biting back a chuckle.
Just then, Max strolled in. Bella turned, offering him a playful smile.
"Hey," she purred.
Max grinned, his signature slow smile that melted girls’ hearts. “Hello, beautiful.” His eyes flicked to her exposed neck, his wolf responding instinctively to the invitation she hadn’t even spoken aloud.
The growl behind her deepened.
Max hesitated, as if sensing the impending explosion, then quickly took a seat beside Marcus.
Bella stole a glance over her shoulder.
Marcus’ jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like he was grinding his teeth to dust. His nostrils flared, his dark eyes practically glowing with fury.
Even now, he was so damn good-looking, it made her heart ache.
Hilda howled inside her, torn between anger and longing.
Not now, Hilda.
The teacher walked in, calling for attention.
Bella inhaled sharply and picked up a piece of paper, scribbling quickly before passing it to Eve.
She read it, her lips curving in amusement.
Before she could slide it back, a hand shot forward, snatching the note from her grasp.
The paper crumpled in Marcus’ grip. His fingers flexed as if resisting the urge to shred it entirely.
Then, without reading it aloud, he crushed it into a tight ball and hurled it against the wall.
The class fell silent.
The teacher paused mid-sentence, stunned.
Marcus shoved his chair back and stormed out, the door slamming so hard behind him that the walls trembled.
Bella stared at the discarded note, her pulse hammering in her ears.
The words were still fresh in her mind.
"Max is so hot. He will be the perfect boyfriend!"
And Eve’s response:
"Yes, honey. I support this. Go for him!!!!"
Joy bounced in delight as she grabbed a tray from the lunch line. "I wish I was there," she exclaimed, her eyes bright."You should have seen her," Eve said, a self-satisfied sneer creeping over her lips. “I think I created a baddie.”Joy giggled, shooting a playful glance at her. “Remind me never to cross you two.”“You?” Eve snorted. “You’re innocently more cruel than us.”They laughed as they carried their trays to an empty table. The moment they sat, a wave of tension swept over them. From across the cafeteria, the popular table sat like a council of silent executioners. Agnes and her minions glared daggers, their expressions venomous. Marcus was absent, but the hostility in their gazes spoke volumes.Bella shrugged, tearing her gaze away. Whatever they expected from her—humiliation, regret, submission—they wouldn’t get it.“If looks could kill,” Eve murmured mischievously.Joy let out a snicker. “Then we’d be burying you right now.”Laughter erupted between them, but Bella’s thou
The words hung in the silence between them, holding unexpressed significance.Bella gazed at Dave, her eyes tightening in perplexity. His attention shifted to her skirt."Are you serious?" she asked."Don't you think that skirt is a bit too short?" he said, changing the subject.Her breath caught. What?This was the last thing she expected him to say. Since when did he care what she wore? And why now? The question zipped through her mind, tangled in a net of confusionWhile she struggled to understand his comments, she sensed a sudden pull on her pocket. Her heartbeat accelerated. Dave had taken her phone back before she had a chance to respond."Hey—" she started, reaching for something, but he paid no attention to her.Without requesting her password, his fingers swiftly glided over the screen. A second later, the sharp buzz of his phone rang out. He canceled the call immediately and shoved her phone back into her palm.Her eyes widened."What the hell just happened?"Dave gave a sa
Bella ran off happily, her spirits high despite the storm brewing. For a moment, she felt free. However, Marcus' rough snarl broke her concentration.Certainly, Eve had created a terrible person.A slight grin appeared on Bella's lips, yet she would not give in. Instead, she traveled down the wide path, letting her feet strike the ground in a steady rhythm. Just when she was about to lose herself in the experience, a loud honk from behind surprised her.Her head whipped around.Eve's dilapidated, shaky car approached her, kicking up dust as it moved. Eve's face while driving was filled with rage. Joy's gaze had the power to ignite the forest.Bella held her bag. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow."Come in!" both girls shouted at the same time.She stopped momentarily."O...alright," Bella stammered, shrugging as she got into the rear seat.Joy slammed the door closed."You left us!" she accused Bella.Eve gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove faster. "We arrived at school t
Bella sat in the passenger seat. Her fingers moved uneasily under the fabric of her black dress. Andy sat next to her in his black tuxedo, a mysterious look on his face."I can't believe you agreed to go out with him." "He's a strange guy," Joy remarked when she told her friends."Perhaps," Bella shrugged. "Still, he has shown interest in me for as long as I can recall.""Joy," Eve called, "He might be the brooding scientist or the gentle vampire, as others frequently refer to him, yet he could simply be what Bella needs.""Okay," Joy replied, crossing her arms. "I still have no affection for him."Andy’s fingers lightly touched Bella’s bare thigh, pulling her back to the moment. A wave of discomfort struck her, yet she managed a faint smile."Are you alright?" he asked."Yeah," she lied. "Can you wind down the windows? I feel hot."A smirk curled his lips, but he obliged, rolling the window down before returning his hand to her lap. Bella carefully took it away this time, linking her
A loud beep woke Bella from her sleep. Her fingers searched for the phone under her pillow. The glowing display showed that it was 4 a.m.—much too early for anyone to be texting her. Were Eve or Joy curious about how the date turned out? She forced herself to avoid thinking about Marcus and his hurtful words.She sat up and placed a pillow over her head, feeling disgusted. Yet another idea occurred to her. What if Andy was the one?Then she noticed the name on the screen.Dave.Her pulse roared in her ears.She had his number? How?Had he saved his contact on her phone without her knowing? Why hadn’t she checked before?Her sleep was gone now, chased away by a tidal wave of emotions she wasn’t ready to face. How could one man have such power over her? And he wasn’t even her mate.With trembling fingers, she opened the message.Dave: How did the date go?Bella’s breath hitched. How did he know?She hesitated, her fingers poised over the keyboard before typing once more.Me: What exactl
Bella's breath became faster as she looked at him. He must be joking. However, his face showed no signs of humor. His intense, blank stare locked onto hers, challenging her to reject his statement."What… are… you… trying… to… say?" She faltered and attempted to maintain a steady voice.Dave's lips formed a sneer that was almost a challenge. "What do you think I was implying, Sugar?" His voice was soft but brimming with steadfast confidence. "You're mine. So I can look at you anyway, anyhow, and anywhere I want to."Her pulse pounded at his words. No! She shouldn’t be happy about this. She should be angry—furious even. Was she just another possession to him? Marcus had claimed her, taken her to his bed, declared her his mate, and then discarded her like she meant nothing. And now here was another man, another dominant, powerful male, treating her like a prize to be owned.She clenched her fists. I am not an object. I am not some fragile little thing to be controlled. I am a respectabl
Bella's mind raced as she stared at Dave, the hybrid who had occupied her thoughts for a year and was now standing in front of her, declaring her to be his mate. The weight of his words overpowered her.He'd been aware of it all along. Whenever she turned seventeen. Since that day, in Alpha Cyrus' house.She felt a peculiar combination of feelings, including surprise, horror, fury, and an unpleasant touch of longing."I remember the very first time I saw you," Dave said, his voice deep and strong. "You were full of energy, beautiful... enchanting."Bella quickly shook her head and glared. That isn't what I recall.She was a maid when she first saw him, clad in shabby clothes, washing the floor and gazing innocently at him as he stood beside King Stark and Alpha Cyrus. He didn't acknowledge her then. She gulped hard. "Are you sure?" she asked. "So, you're telling me that the first time you saw me was at Alpha Cyrus's house while I was doing some cleaning, right?""Indeed," Dave said.
Dave was telling her what she wanted to hear, not necessarily what he felt. Bella could sense it. Like he was indulging her, giving her the moment she desired but only within his limits. The air between them shifted after that realization, yet Dave made an effort to make her feel at ease.As they walked away from the pack’s territory toward her home, conversation flowed effortlessly. Bella was surprised by how effortless it seemed to talk to him. It was a strange feeling, almost as if his energy had joined with hers. She decided to enjoy it."What is your age?" She asked, tilting her head reflectively.Dave laughed softly, his golden eyes sparkling with delight. "A hundred years.""Excuse me?" The words slipped out before she could hold them back. "Are you joking?" "You seem to be eighteen."He lifted his shoulders, and his lips formed a smile. "We age more slowly than any other being on the planet."Without hesitation, Bella lifted her hand and stroked his cheek, surprised by the sof
"You are mine," Marcus said, his breath warm against her skin.A wave of panic swept over her. No. Not now. Not in this way.“Stop!” she exclaimed, fighting desperately.Her defiance only appeared to arouse him even more. His lips clung to her neck, his hold intensifying.Then—boom!The force of the blow threw Marcus backward. He collided with the other wall and collapsed to the floor.A murmur spread among the assembled students.Dave loomed above him, his face giving nothing away. His eyes were jet black, unsettlingly void of spirit, and his posture exuded primal, perilous strength. The air in the corridor grew heavy, electrified by his rage.Bella’s heart raced.Dave bent down, his hand grasping around Marcus’s neck. With ease, he raised him from the ground. Marcus gasped for breath, his arm dangling loosely.Three hybrids navigated through the crowd. Morgan and Ben grabbed Marcus, holding onto his shoulders and arms. Sandra came to Bella's side, stabilizing her with a soft hand."
Sunlight streamed in the window in the morning when Bella was standing in front of the mirror and evaluating her appearance. Something was wrong. Her skin was softer, glowing as if it had been kissed with moonlight. Her brown eyes were no longer dull. They were mesmerizing, hypnotic, and more radiant. Her eyelashes were longer, outlining them with deep, rich curves, and her eyebrows developed a stunning arch, dramatic yet subtle. Even her fuller, redder lips were glossy as if she had just wet them.She stroked her hair, enjoying the way the curls fell in a way never before, darker than ever, flashing light in hypnotic waves. Her body also altered, subtly, noticeably different. Her waist was more defined, hips more curvy, bust promising cleavage she never did before. Her jeans did not fit in the same manner before, the waistband a closer band than she was ever accustomed to.What's wrong with her?A frown tugged at the edge of her lip. Female werewolves would murder for feeling this ba
Bella's stomach twisted as she entered the house and half-packed boxes scattered everywhere in the living room caught her eye. Some were tidily stacked and arranged for the move, but most of their belongings were still in their original positions. Her chest sank with a feeling of falling. Her mom had taken extra effort—packed and planned—but something was amiss. Too hurried. Too excited.She walked in the direction of the kitchen, hoping her mother would be rapidly filling up more, but instead discovered her sitting at the old wooden table, blankly staring out of the window. A steaming mug of tea rested in her hands, undrunk. The atmosphere surrounding her was thick and nearly oppressive."Mom?" Bella called softly.Her mother's eyes closed hard for a moment before she swung around to Bella, wearing a fake smile that did not touch her eyes. "Wow, you have returned."The forced cheerfulness in her tone sent danger signals racing through Bella's mind. Something was amiss."Mom, is somet
Andy bolted out of the room, his exit swift and desperate. No one could blame him. If she had the choice, Bella would have done the same. But that option wasn’t hers anymore.Morgan slapped Dave reassuringly on the back, his face unreadable, and Sandra smiled uncertainly, knowingly at Bella as she departed. Ben stood longer, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. His slow, widening smile was close to being lazy and untroubled. Winking roguishly, he clouted Dave on the back and departed, leaving Bella and Dave in solitude.The silence hung heavy and oppressive."Hi," Bella growled cautiously, smoothing the hem of her blouse into position.Dave didn't say anything. He just stood there, his intense eyes burning her.He was beautiful today. Dark wash jeans. A black T that hugged his body like a second skin. A cool leather jacket, scuffed just enough to give the impression he didn't care. His dark, rich hair, perpetually slightly undone in an intentional but careless way, accentuated his shar
The evening was quiet. Bella lay in bed, her phone held to her side. She glanced at the time—10:57 PM.Would Dave come tonight?She had to speak to someone to release the agitation churning within her. The weight of her mother's decision was heavy in her heart. Leaving the pack was never her plan, but now it was unavoidable. Amanda had been sulking since their mother broke the news, storming off to her room in tears. It wasn’t that she loved the pack—far from it. She resented the way they were treated, but she had friends here, a life she wasn’t ready to abandon. Bella understood. It wasn’t easy.She thought of ringing Eve or Joy, but it was late, and she did not believe they would be awake after a full day at the Alpha's residence. She hadn’t even seen them when she took Amanda home. But the person she wanted to talk to was Dave.She hovered over his name on her phone. She could text him. Or call.But she wouldn’t.Her pride wouldn’t allow it.Besides, her mother wouldn’t have made t
Bella knelt, her pride battered but intact. The ceremony only began anew when her knees touched the icy ground, their silence a clear indication of where she belonged within this world—a world defined by power rather than preference. Chanting mounted again, riding the night sky, but it was all barely audible to her.Once they were done with the rituals, all of them proceeded to an empty area beside Alpha's home where the reception had already been set in motion. There was a mixture of sounds and smiles with the clinking of glasses and stomps of feet on the wooden dance floor.Bella stood with her friends, whose natural giggles turned to hollow quiet. Then, like a storm in the distance, came Luna Helena. She had exuded power and authority, and people felt diminished even just being in her presence."Come with me," she commanded, her voice commanding no refusal. She indicated Eve and Joy with a sharp gesture of her finger, the movement cutting through the air like a knife. The three gir
“The customs of the humans in the other realm are slowly getting to us,” Joy whispered.Bella didn’t respond. Her eyes were locked on Agnes, but what she truly saw was herself in a flowing white gown, walking toward Dave. The mere thought of him filled her heart with joy.Eve, standing beside them, folded her arms. “Yeah, my mother used to say that in her time, it was open mating before the whole pack. Afterward, the older couples would step in, offering congratulations and advice.”Bella’s brows furrowed. “Open mating?”Eve nodded. “They’d mate in front of the whole pack.”The words made Bella’s stomach tighten. She eventually shifted her gaze away from Agnes and quickly faced Eve. "Are you saying that they—" she stopped, her voice softened, "—had their first time in public?""Indeed." Eve shrugged as if the idea didn't concern her. “And it had to be their first.”Bella grimaced. “You don’t say.”Eve gave a knowing smile, but whatever response she had was cut short when a pair of pie
The evening atmosphere was heavy with expectation, yet within Bella's room, moments appeared to linger. She stared at her phone, wondering what the unread message was all about.Dave?She wasn't sure what she felt.Then she heard her mother's voice."Have you finished, dear?" Please don’t think too much about everything. It will all turn out fine.”Bella hesitated before responding. “Sure.”There was a pause, and her mother's tone became gentler. "We will be here for you." Kindly inform us when you have finished.The noise of departing footsteps was accompanied by a soft sob. Bella identified that noise. Her mother had been weeping. A feeling of powerlessness surrounded her. Regardless of her efforts, it appeared she was losing control of everything.She returned to the mirror and looked at her reflection. She absentmindedly traced her fingers over the fabric of the yellow dress, lost in thought."You appear gorgeous, Sugar."Her heart raced when she heard a loud voice behind her. Bel
Dave was telling her what she wanted to hear, not necessarily what he felt. Bella could sense it. Like he was indulging her, giving her the moment she desired but only within his limits. The air between them shifted after that realization, yet Dave made an effort to make her feel at ease.As they walked away from the pack’s territory toward her home, conversation flowed effortlessly. Bella was surprised by how effortless it seemed to talk to him. It was a strange feeling, almost as if his energy had joined with hers. She decided to enjoy it."What is your age?" She asked, tilting her head reflectively.Dave laughed softly, his golden eyes sparkling with delight. "A hundred years.""Excuse me?" The words slipped out before she could hold them back. "Are you joking?" "You seem to be eighteen."He lifted his shoulders, and his lips formed a smile. "We age more slowly than any other being on the planet."Without hesitation, Bella lifted her hand and stroked his cheek, surprised by the sof