Isebella’s life takes a dramatic turn when her mother falls gravely ill, with one final wish: to see her daughter happily married before she dies. Desperate to fulfill her mother’s dying request, Isebella makes a reckless decision at the Moonlight Party. She marries the first man she meets, Ryan, a stranger with no family, no wealth, and seemingly no future. To Isebella, it’s a temporary arrangement—just enough to give her mother peace. Afterward, she plans to walk away, no strings attached. What she doesn’t know is that Ryan is far from ordinary. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she was his destined mate. And behind his quiet, humble façade lies a secret that could change everything. Ryan is the son of the Lycan King, the most powerful prince of the empire. As Isebella and Ryan’s worlds collide, their unexpected union sparks a thrilling journey filled with passion, danger, and ancient secrets. Will Isebella discover the truth before it’s too late, or will her heart be claimed by the very man she never expected to love?
View MoreISABELLA'S POV ~The silence did nothing but stretch on. I noticed Alice twirling her spoon, her eyes flitting between me and Ryan, and then back again. Was Ryan hesitating? Was he considering a lie to spare my feelings? I didn't want that - I wanted honesty, no matter how painful it might be.My thoughts drifted back to my experience with Noah. I knew firsthand how attractive, powerful men could be magnets for women. And Ryan was no exception.He was tall and muscular, with a voice that could seduce any woman with just a few words. The thought of other women flinging themselves at him made my heart contract painfully, but I pushed that thought aside and forced myself to focus on my meal.But then Ryan's hand found its way to my thigh, resting there with a gentle but insistent pressure. I almost jumped out of my chair, but his words stopped me in my tracks."I know what you must be thinking, Isabella. But I have no ex. That's the truth," he tried reassuring me.I felt my face flush, a
ISABELLA'S POV ~ Alice began to survey the living room, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "So you've been living like this for the past year? In this dirty looking house?" she asked. Her hands reached out to touch Ryan's face, running over his cheekbones and biceps, her expression one of dismay."Oh goodness, Ryan! You've lost so much weight!" she exclaimed, glaring at him frustratedly. She pulled on his cheek, but Ryan gently evaded her touch, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.The exchange between them was so intimate, so familiar, that my chest tightened with suspicion. I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling growing inside of me, telling myself that Ryan had nothing to hide. But the way they interacted - it was as if they were mother and son, or even more.Ryan's lips parted, as if he were about to speak, but then he caught sight of me and his words seemed to catch in his throat. "Hey," I said softly, offering him one of the glasses of water and then turning to Alice to hand her the
ISABELLA'S POV ~"Ryan?" I called. My voice was tinged with worry as I rose from the rug, stretching and yawning before freezing at the sight of the clock. It was past 10 am and I'd slept far longer than I'd intended."Ryan?" I called out again, my steps quickening as I paced towards the kitchen and living room, hoping for a response. There was none. That's when I saw the unlocked front door. My heart leapt to my throat, and I grabbed my phone, dialing Ryan's number."Hey, I just found out you're not home. Is everything alright?" I asked, the anxiety in my voice palpable. The silence on the other end of the line seemed to stretch on forever before Ryan finally spoke. "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you I was going out this morning. I'll be back soon, don't worry." His voice was calm and reassuring, but I couldn't shake the unease that was now knotting my stomach.“Where are you?" I asked, trying so hard to sound casual.“I'm at the hospital, Isabella." Ryan sounded distant. Somehow off.
RYAN'S POV~It was 7:00 am and the morning sun had barely started creeping through the curtains. I stepped out of my room, the tension from the day before still lingering in the air. My brow furrowed as I noticed that Isabella's room was empty, her bed still neatly made. My heart started to race. Where was she? I stepped out into the living room, following the faint scent that could only belong to my girl.And then, I saw her. Isabella was curled up on the rug, her body hidden under a loose blanket.My chest tightened as I approached her with quiet steps, not wanting to disturb her slumber. The sight of her was both beautiful and heartbreaking. Why was she laying on the ground, instead of sleeping comfortably on her bed? Was she okay?Her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, and her face was peaceful, her lips slightly parted as she softly snored. Her delicate features were illuminated by the morning sun, casting a warm glow on her skin.I couldn't take my eyes off of her. It
ISABELLA'S POV~The sun was just peeking over the horizon as I raced to the grocery store, my heart heavy. I hung the 'CLOSED' sign on the door, my fingers trembling slightly as I did so. I couldn't bear the thought of losing my mother, and I was determined to spend as much time with her as I could."You done?" Ryan's voice broke through my thoughts, and I gave him a weak nod. His hands were buried deep in his pockets, his gaze fixed on mine.I forced a smile to my lips, hoping to disguise the anguish that threatened to overtake me. I smoothed the collar of his shirt, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I felt his eyes on me. I avoided his gaze, my fingers fiddling with the fabric as I tried to keep my emotions in check.Ryan chuckled softly, his hands moving to my hair. "Hey, tell me something," he murmured, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I leaned into his touch, a shiver running through me as he trailed his fingers along my cheek."How do you relieve yourself when
ISABELLA'S POV ~“UGH!!"Adrenaline surged through my veins as I shot up from the bedside chair, my heart racing as I turned to see my mother writhing in pain. "Mom?" I gasped, rushing to her side to help her sit up, gently propping her up against the pillow."Mama," I whispered, concern lacing my voice. "Is it the pain again?" I asked, my hands trembling as I smoothed her hair back from her face."At the hospital again?" she croaked, her voice raspy from the pain. "I'm so thirsty…Everything hurts," she groaned, rubbing her throat as she shifted uncomfortably.My hands trembled as I grabbed the cup of water from the bedside table, helping her drink, my eyes never leaving hers."Isabella, I don't like the smell of the hospital and you know. Get me out of here. Get me discharged." My heart shattered like glass as I watched her frail form hand me back the glass of water, her eyes pleading for freedom.I swallowed the lump in my throat, about to respond when the door opened, the doctor en
ISABELLA'S POV ~“Oh heavens!” I muttered to myself, my hand instinctively flying to my aching forehead as I sat up in bed. My head felt like it was throbbing in rhythm with every beat of my heart, and my throat was so parched I could practically feel the sandpaper texture of my own tongue.As I crawled across the bed to reach for the jug of water that I always kept on my nightstand, I realized something was off. This wasn't my room, and there was no jug waiting for me on the nightstand.My heart began to race as the pieces started falling into place. The unfamiliar room, the throbbing headache, the absence of my usual morning routine. I'd clearly had a few too many drinks.With a groan, I begrudgingly crawled out of the bed, making my way slowly and unsteadily towards the door. As I reached for the handle, I heard soft music playing from somewhere in the house, and my hand froze on the doorknob. Footsteps echoed from the living room.I turned on my heel and headed for the kitchen, fi
RYAN'S POV~I felt my chest tighten like a vice. Isabella’s questioning stare felt like a pair of heated irons, burning into my skin and soul. Sweat beaded down my neck, as my eyes darted around the room, desperate to find a way out of this conversation. But there was no escape, no quick-witted explanation that could smooth over this mess. I knew that if I so much as twitched, she’d see through my carefully constructed facade.Fucking hell. How the fuck did I end up in this situation?The knot in my stomach twisted tighter. I knew Isabella was no fool, and if she kept on staring at me like this, it was only a matter of time before she uncovered all my secrets. My heart thudded in my chest, and I could feel my jaw clenching to the point of pain. But I couldn't let her see my fear. Not yet.Fuck. I couldn't stand lying to her. Each lie was like a piece of shrapnel, digging deeper into my heart with every passing day.The silence stretched on, every passing second feeling like an hour. I
ISABELLA'S POV ~I lay in bed, the darkness thick and suffocating. Sleep remained a stubborn, elusive dream. No matter how I tossed and turned, my mind wouldn't allow me a moment's peace. It was Ryan. The very thought of his name sent my heart into a frantic rhythm, like a trapped bird fluttering wildly against its cage.I thrashed and kicked, but my sheets grew more tangled, as if they were conspiring to keep me awake.Finally, I gave up the struggle and sat up with a frustrated groan. My hand instinctively moved to my chest, as if to keep my heart from leaping out of my ribcage. I downed a glass of water in one gulp, the cool liquid doing nothing to ease the fiery emotions coursing through me."Stop thinking, Isabella!" I hissed to myself in the darkness.My heart continued to race, like a wild stallion refusing to be tamed. Try as I might, my thoughts refused to be controlled, instead galloping towards the unspoken question: Would Ryan want sex? What if he requests for it? And what
ISABELLA'S POV Every day, I find myself asking the same questions. Is fate nothing but a trick of the light? A false promise that fades away just when you need it most? And what of fortune? A ravenous beast, feasting on the innocent, leaving nothing but anguish and despair in its wake. Yes, that's what it is. That's what I believe.I stare into the cracked, half-broken mirror, my reflection staring back with sunken eyes, black circles under them, and disheveled hair.A picture of a woman defeated by fate, tired and weary."Isabella dear... Are you done? Let me get you going." The soft, weakened voice of my mother pierces through the silence, as she shuffles into the room, a tattered blanket draped over her shoulders. I turn to face her, her movements slow and weak as she rummages through the closet to find the best dress for me to wear tonight.The sight of my aging sick mother, frail and weak, brings tears to my eyes. Why couldn't I have been more fortunate? My heart breaks into a
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