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 ~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
RYAN'S POV~My hand still wrapped around her jaw, I brought her face all the way until our lips met. I mean to make this a brief kiss, but the moment her tongue touched my lips, I lost absolutely all control. I spun us and reached down and hauled her up further onto the table with my hands on her thighs. I could feel the goosebumps peppering her skin and my pride swelled, knowing I am the cause. Our tongues fought for dominance. I don’t think my girl has ever felt any passion before, and I vowed right here and now to show her how it should feel. I let my hands wander up her sides, ghosting over the pulse points in her neck and then settling into her hair. I felt her legs wrap around my waist, trying to drive her center closer. Braxton, growls wildly within my chest, wanting me to fuck her too. Shit! I was damn losing control right now. Then I froze. “Shit! I'm so damn sorry!" I panted, pressing my forehead against hers, the taste of blood on my tongue sending a wave of fear through
RYAN'S POV~Before my mind could catch up, my feet were already carrying me forward towards the scream, my heart pounding and my hand gripping the gun with white-knuckled intensity. "Alan, fall in!" I roared, my voice piercing the air as Alan snarled, his wolf-speed kicking in as he raced to the fight.My words died in my throat as we rounded the corner and came face-to-face with a horde of snarling, slavering beasts, unlike anything I'd ever seen.The rest of my men, equal parts furious and shocked, stood around our fallen comrade, firing off rounds of bullets into the wave of beasts as they charged. The shots rang out, the sound deafening, as just some of the creatures fell to the ground, their blood spilling onto the forest floor.“ Oh shit! What the heck are these things?" Alan exclaimed, almost in a whisper, his eyes wide with shock but my sharp shifter hearing picked it up. This was bad. Real bad. My grandmother's stories didn't come close to describing the grotesque monstrosi
ISABELLA'S POV ~He took in a sharp breath, his words coming out in a ragged whisper, “Nothing.” His body language betrayed his lie, and he carefully brushed past me, seating himself on the couch. “I need water. I’m thirsty.”Silence fell between us, my heart sinking as he evaded my questions. Without a word, I darted to the kitchen, filling a tumbler with water, praying it would help him catch his breath.I returned, placing the glass gently into his hands, the silence only growing louder as I watched him take long, slow sips of the cool liquid. He didn’t meet my gaze, his eyes focused on the glass as if it held the answers to all the questions burning in my mind.“What’s wrong with you, Ryan?” I asked again, my voice trembling with emotion as I took a seat next to him.He didn’t answer, his head tilted down as he took another sip of water.His smile was forced, unconvincing, as he answered, “Nothing... honestly.” He set the glass down on the stool, avoiding my gaze, but I stared bac
ISABELLA'S POV ~As Ryan opened his mouth to respond, I watched in horror as a sudden fit of coughing overwhelmed him, wracking his body with ragged gasps for breath. My heart racing, I leapt from my chair, dashing to the stool in his room where a jug of water sat. With no time to spare, I brought it back to his bedside and poured the water straight into his mouth, disregarding any need for a glass.My hands patting his back in a desperate attempt to soothe him, my brow furrowed deeply as I watched, willing him to breathe normally once again.Finally, the coughing subsided and Ryan let out a heavy, relieved sigh. I slumped back against the headboard, the tension slowly seeping from my body as I leaned over to gently take the glass jug from Ryan’s hands, placing it gently on the floor beside the bed.I pursed my lips, feeling a growing sense of frustration as I realized that Ryan was still evading my question. Yet, a part of me wanted to let it go, to just stop pressing him for answers
ISABELLA'S POV~My blood turned to fire, coursing through my veins like liquid rage. "Make it stop! MAKE IT FUCKING STOP!!!" I bellowed, my voice raw with emotion, my eyes glued to the sight of my mother, her body writhing in agony. I collapsed to the ground, every muscle in my body straining against Ryan's grasp as he held me back. "Let me go!" I shrieked, thrashing wildly, desperate to reach my mother's side. "Let me fucking go!" Tears streamed down my face, the pain of watching my mother suffer almost too much to bear.Ryan's voice was soft, soothing, but it only served to fuel my fury. "Isabella... Please wait." His hands tightened around me, holding me in place as I kicked and screamed. "Isabella, I know this is hard, but you have to trust Alice. She knows what she's doing." But his words fell on deaf ears."Stop it! Alice, stop it!" I screamed, ignoring Ryan, my body trembling with rage. But Alice just stared at me, her expression blank, her eyes cold and unyielding. She said no
RYAN'S POV~“Isn't she out yet?" I asked my grandmother who was busy with her iPad. She only threw me a fleeting glance before resuming whatever activity she was carrying out on her device. My grandmother's nails clicked against the screen of her iPad in a steady rhythm, a counterpoint to the impatient tapping of my foot on the linoleum floor. My eyes were fixed on the door of the hospital ward, willing it to open, willing Isabella to emerge. But the door remained stubbornly closed, taunting me with its silence."Oh, you poor dear " my grandmother remarked, her tone as dry as the desert sand. “I’m afraid patience isn't a virtue you inherited from the side of my family.”I shot her a withering look immediately but said nothing. I knew better than to engage with her when she was in this mood.Minutes ticked by like hours, each one dragging more slowly than the last. The silence in the hallway was oppressive, broken only by the occasional squeak of a nurse's shoe or the muted beeping of
ISABELLA'S POV~"You're lying, James!" I shouted, my voice trembling with rage and disbelief. "Why would you sink this low? I'm not going anywhere with you. Just leave!"My body trembled as waves of anger and heartbreak washed over me. I refused to believe that Ryan could have betrayed me like this. We had promised each other that nothing would tear us apart, that we would never let history repeat itself."Isabella..." James took a step towards me, his eyes shining with something I couldn't decipher, but I stepped back, raising my hand as if to ward him off."Just go!" I yelled at the top of my voice, my words echoing off the walls of the cell. "I'm not leaving here. Not without Ryan."James's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to come up with a way to convince me. But I was done listening.“Fine, I'm not going to force you to believe me or not. Why don't you come see for yourself? This is the last opportunity to flee this cell
LINDA'S POV~My legs moved swiftly as I clutched my shawl, ensuring that it remained wrapped tightly around my neck. I approached the small, hidden door in the palace walls, and took a quick glance around to ensure I hadn’t been spotted.With cautious movements, I placed my fingers on the secret fingerprint sensor that would grant me entry. The door creaked open, and I cast one final look down the shadowy hallway. Seeing that it was empty, I darted inside, my heart racing.I heard a click, and the room was illuminated by a dim light.In the center of the room stood a single pot, with images and statues of ancestral wolves and celestial bodies adorning the walls.The pot, filled with a boiling, fragrant liquid, caught my attention. As I pulled off my shawl and set it aside, I cast a sharp gaze upon my reflection in the liquid, my jaw clenching.I was here with a purpose - to deal with my son, Ryan. The thoughts of his actions kept me up at night, the weight of his shame upon our royal
RYAN'S POV~Time seemed to slow to a crawl as my brain struggled to process the events unfolding before me. My mother’s concerned gaze went ignored as my eyes remained locked on the elder priest. It was as if I was viewing the world through a haze of red mist, the only thing piercing through me, was the sight of danger that threatened my mate.Then the guards made their move, their hands reaching for their guns. In that instant, something within me snapped."What the fuck are you insinuating?!" I roared, my voice shaking the very foundations of the hall.The priest’s expression darkened, but I didn’t care. This man, who dared to accuse my mate of being a danger, would not get away with this.My mother, sensing the volatility of the situation, placed a gentle hand on my arm, but I shrugged her off with a glare that spoke volumes. I wouldn’t be silenced. Not when Isabella’s honor was at stake.“I only say what I see, son,” the priest hissed.My blood boiled at his arrogance.“My work is
IVY'S POV~I rose slowly from the bed, driven by my rage. As I walked towards the window, the soft night breeze was the only sound in the silence and in darkness. The world seemed to have stopped, but my heart was ablaze with thirst for vengeance.I wanted nothing more than to watch the world burn. Winter Fall Pack might have been at peace, but I wanted chaos. How dare Ryan humiliate me? I had seduced countless men, but when I thought I had Ryan under my spell, he slipped away, disgracing me.In my anger, I threw a flower vase to the ground, watching it shatter.Before I could process my thoughts, a dark idea crept into my mind, and I stopped, my eyes wide with excitement. Without hesitation, I picked the nearest long coat on the cloth hanger, draped it on with a shawl covering my face and then left the room, determined to carry out my diabolical plan.~ ~ ~The street was blanketed in silence. No sounds of traffic, no signs of life. Just two stray cats, their fur standing on end, da
RYAN'S POV~My steps echoed through the hallway as I approached the room. Five armed men stood in waiting as I strode past. The door was already open, courtesy of the guards.Alan and several operatives sat hunched over their devices, their intense focus broken as I entered. Their heads lifted and turned towards me, a chorus of "Alpha" greeting me in unison. I gave them a single nod, acknowledging their respect, before taking my seat next to Alan.He slid a file across the table,"The evidence is all here," Alan said. "Everything to take Ryan down. We traced his transactions, his contacts. Everything."My chest rumbled with deep satisfaction as he placed CDs and drives on the table, the knowledge that Ryan's downfall was imminent filling me with a sense of dark triumph. "Brilliant," I commended. The operatives all nodded."Where is Ross and the men now?" I asked, checking my wristwatch. Alan followed suit. "Be rest assured, Alpha. They're on the way and headed to us." Alan typed away
ROSS'S POV~The door slammed shut behind me, and there he stood…nobody. There was absolutely nobody but the door shutting on its own. But I could imagine Ryan, standing there and staring at me like he had suddenly caught me up in his trap. I could imagine his face twisted into a side grin, his eyes gleaming with an evil satisfaction. My breath caught in my throat as my world froze. My mind raced, thoughts scattering like rats as a sinking dread took hold. This was not part of my plan, not at all. How had he known? How had I failed?"Well, well, dear brother. Here you are," Ryan's smooth voice slithered through the room, sinister and mocking. But no matter where I turned, his face remained hidden. The sound of his approaching footsteps chilled me to the bone, my fists clenching tighter with each step. "Oh, you look scared, brother. So scared. Perhaps a picture or two to share with the world?" His chuckle was like a blade against my skin, but no matter how I searched, I found no tra
RYAN'S POV~I watched with chilling coldness as Ivy's body slumped over the table, her speech slurring and her head drooping. The drug she had slipped into the drink which she assumed was mine, was slowly taking effect, her body heating up, the telltale signs of her impending heat becoming more apparent with each passing second. I could already envision the wolves in here circling her like prey, ready to feast on her vulnerable state. My insides twisted with a dark, vengeful satisfaction."You think you're clever, don't you?" I muttered under my breath, glancing around the bar with a calculating glare.My anger simmered beneath the surface, as I took in the scene around me. The shifters in the bar laughed, drank, danced, and made out in corners of the bar, completely oblivious to the scheme that was unfolding right under their noses. I needed to leave, but first I contemplated texting Ross once more, pondering if my previous message was flirtatious enough.I let out a low chuckle as
ISABELLA'S POV ~In that moment, I was stripped of my armor, vulnerable and raw in front of Ryan. He had seen me through my darkest moments, but this was different; this was a deeper, more vulnerable kind of brokenness. My heart ached as I watched his own vulnerability surface, his expression a reflection of my own pain. It was as if the world had stopped spinning for a moment, and all that existed was the two of us, bound together by our shared bond. I hoped that this tender moment, this fragile peace, would never be shattered.My mind raced, trying to process the emotions swirling through me. I felt numb, as if the world had gone still and silent around me. I knew I had to say something, anything, but my voice refused to work.Instead, I pulled Ryan into a tight embrace, allowing his comforting scent to fill my senses, attempting to ease the turmoil in my mind. It was all too much; the exhaustion, the emotional upheaval, the weight of the world seemed to bear down on me.“I know…
ISABELLA'S POV ~Rage built within me like an inferno, blistering every inch of my being. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I stared at the man who should have been on his knees begging for forgiveness. But instead, he was groveling at the feet of the strange woman he'd chosen over his own family, trying to atone for the wrongs he'd done to his daughter by sacrificing me.I felt like I was unraveling at the seams.My stepmother bled out before my eyes, her life draining away in a crimson pool. My so-called father clutched her, sobbing hysterically, his hands slick with blood as he desperately tried to save her. But I felt nothing for them. No empathy, no sympathy—only a cold, hard emptiness where my heart used to be. Perhaps I was evil for feeling this way, but in that moment, I could not bring myself to care.Ryan's arms encircled me, keeping me from collapsing to the ground like a broken doll. His voice, gentle as a summer breeze, barely registered in my mind.“Hey… are you