ISABELLA'S POV
My mind was lost in a fog of thoughts, my fork pushing the grains of rice around my plate mindlessly. Suddenly my mother's voice resounded in the air.
"Child, can you pass me the salt?" Her question broke my trance, and I looked up, shaking off the cobwebs in my head. With a quick nod, I reached for the salt shaker and handed it to her, feeling the prickle of embarrassment as her gaze lingered on me.
"Are you okay, dear?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice. I let out a sigh, a little sharp too sharp and loud for the quiet of the dining room.
I opened my mouth to brush off her concern with a quick "I'm fine," but the words wouldn't come. I shifted in my seat, the chair letting out a high-pitched squeal that echoed through the space.
My mother cocked an eyebrow, her expression telling me that she was waiting for more. I swallowed hard, knowing that I couldn't put it off any longer.
"I've found a partner," I blurted out, plastering a wide smile on my face. But my smile faltered when my mother's face remained impassive, her eyes hardening. My heart sank as worry began to creep in.
My mother's fork clattered against her plate, breaking the tense silence in the room. She leaned back in her chair, her expression one of shock.
"Just like that?" she asked, her voice quiet and disbelieving. I couldn't help but twitch my lips in a humorless smile at her reaction.
If anything, my mother should have been thrilled. She had been pushing me to go on dates and attend every single event in the hopes that I would find my fated mate.
But my mother's face remained serious, the corners of her lips turned down in a frown. She was staring at me like I was from another planet. But I knew the reason for her apprehension - my wolf was dormant.
As a wolf shifter, my fate was supposed to be entwined with a mate—someone that my wolf would recognize as its other half. But my wolf was dormant, its presence as elusive as smoke. And without my wolf, I was left to roam blindly longing for my better half . It was a source of constant worry for me every single day but as the day passes, I've realized I've come to accept my fate.
Before I could even form a response, my mother cut me off with a sharp question. "Isabella, what have you done?" she asked, her eyes boring into mine like she had just caught me red-handed in a crime.
"I did what you wanted, mother," I protested, my brows drawing together. But my mother just sighed, dismissing my words with a wave of her hand.
"Don't try to convince me, I know what you did," she spat, her gaze burning with accusation. "You just wanted to reassure me that you've found your fated mate, so I would give you a break."
I couldn't help but rub my temples in frustration, trying to hide the hurt her words had caused. "Mom, I didn't rush this." I protested weakly, but her expression didn't change.
"What if you're wrong?" Her voice turned strained, and I could see the worry etched on her face. "Isabella, you know what happened to me. What if you make the same mistake?" Her words were like a punch to the gut, reminding me of the darkness that had haunted our family for so long.
I stood from my chair and made my way to her, wrapping the blanket tighter around her. "Mom, I won't make the same mistakes," I whispered, gently kissing her forehead.
She let out a weak sigh, her shoulders dropping in defeat. I hated seeing her like this, haunted by the past. I squeezed her gently, careful not to hurt her. I hated seeing the past try to come back and haunt her. I wished I was stronger than this.
I knelt down next to my mother, taking her cold hands into my own. Her skin was like paper, the bones jutting out sharply. I tried to smile reassuringly, even though my chest felt like it was being crushed. "Mom, this is different," I said, praying she would believe my lies.
"Ryan—his name is Ryan, and we've known each other for a long time. We get along well. In a few years, we could even be best friends. You don't have to be worried." My voice sounded hollow, even to my own ears. I broke eye contact, afraid she would see the deceit in my eyes.
When she didn't respond, I stood up, pushing her food closer to her. Gently, I stroked her cheek, trying to erase the creases of worry from her forehead. "I mean it, Mama. He's coming tomorrow evening. You'll get to know him better, and if there's a red flag, you'll see it before I do. And if you do see it, I'll call it off."
"Fine," my mother muttered, turning her attention back to her food. The smile on my lips slipped away as she looked down, the weight of the lie heavy on my chest. I forced myself to sit down, the food on my plate suddenly unappetizing. I wanted to leave the room, but I couldn't leave her alone in her worry.
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Hours later, I tossed and turned in my bed, the sheets twisted around my body. My mind raced with thoughts, questions, doubts. What if I had made the wrong decision?
What if choosing Ryan was a mistake, as my mother feared? The clock ticked away the hours, each minute feeling like an eternity. Finally, I stood up, reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand. I downed it in one long gulp, the cold liquid burning my throat.
I turned off the lamp, slumping back onto the bed. The ceiling was a blur of shadows and shapes, my mind still heavy with worry. I knew what I had to do.
I had to examine Ryan, to make sure he wasn't hiding something. But what if I had already made a mistake? What if I had made a terrible mistake by letting him mark me, and what if I couldn't escape now he had claimed me as his after finding out he wasn't exactly what he claimed to be?
That thought sent a chill through my body, the bedsheets suddenly too thin to keep out the cold.
"I'll divorce him," I sat up abruptly, as I muttered, trying to reassure myself. "I'll divorce him if he ever messes me up after Mom's gone. And that's it."
The thought of my mother's death, the one that I had been desperately trying to push out of my mind, now invaded my thoughts. I clutched at the fabric of my nightgown, trying to hold myself together as the tears began to fall.
The pain hit me like a physical blow, as if a thousand needles are pricking at my eyes. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to contain the hurt that was spreading through my body.
I felt a weight in my chest that I couldn't shake. It was a mix of grief, fear, and loneliness, a feeling that was all too familiar. I held myself tighter, trying to block out the thoughts of losing my mother, of being alone in the world, of being trapped in a life that I couldn't escape from.
The sudden ring of my phone startled me, my heart leaping into my throat. I scrambled out of bed, swiping a hand across my tear-stained cheeks before answering the call. My eyes widened and then dimmed as I saw Ryan's name flashing on the screen. I sniffled.
"Hey," he said, his voice like gravel in the dark. I hated how much I liked the sound of it.
"Hey," I replied, my voice wavering slightly. I could feel my cheeks heating, my fingers tangling in my hair while I tried to stop the butterflies roaming in my belly.
What the hell was wrong with me?
His voice was like honey and sandpaper, making my heart thump in my chest. "Did I wake you?" he asked, his voice a low purr. I could feel my cheeks burning, my hand shaky as I held the phone.
"Not really," I squeaked, feeling utterly ridiculous. "You need something?" I tried to sound nonchalant, but I knew I was failing miserably.
The silence was punctuated by the sound of shuffling and something falling.
I leaned in closer, straining to hear, but the phone line was silent.
"I wanted to ask about your mother's preferences," he said finally, his voice terse. "What kind of gifts does she like?" Do you think you could text me some ideas?"
I swallowed hard, my mind racing.
"I just want to make a good impression," he continued, his voice serious. "I need to know what she likes."
I cleared my throat, leaning away from the dresser. "Listen, Ryan. There's something else we need to talk about. I lied to my mom," I lowered my voice. "I told her we've known each other for years. You can't slip up."
"Got it," he replied after a few seconds.
"Good night," I said, hanging up the phone. I fell back into bed, shutting my eyes immediately so I could sleep off.
“Wait!"
I paused, my breathing slowing as I anticipated his next words. "Are you okay? You seem far away, even though you're just on the other end of the line. I want you to know that whatever it is, I'm here for you. And I mean that. Even if you just need someone to talk to, or someone to listen. You're not alone now, you know.”
His words melted my heart instantly and I drew in a quick breath so my eyes didn't dare try to sting before muttering a "Thank you, you're nice. I hope you sleep well.” before ending the call, exhaling a tired sigh and letting my shoulders finally slump.
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Is this his house?” Mama asked, her voice uncertain as we pulled up to a cozy studio apartment. My eyes widened, my fingers tapping at my phone as I double-checked the address. It was right. This was his place.
“Yes, Mama,” I said, swallowing hard as I led her to the front door. “This is it.” I pressed the doorbell, my heart pounding.
The door swung open, revealing Ryan, his hair slicked back like a movie star, a towel around his neck and nothing but a thin shirt clinging to his chest. My throat turned to sand, my mother’s mouth hanging open like a fish out of water.
He froze, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. “Oh!” he blurted out, his voice a pitch higher than normal. “I wasn’t expecting—”
He clamped his mouth shut, his face turning beet-red.
My mother cleared her throat, her gaze fixed firmly on the carpet. “I’ll wait outside,” she mumbled.
“No, please, come in,” Ryan insisted, his voice cracking as he gently ushered my mother inside. Her eyes bulged like two ping-pong balls, while I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from bursting into laughter.
He led her deeper into the house, while I trailed behind them like a ghost.
His place was surprisingly cozy, a small but tidy studio that felt like a hug in a room. There was a big, squishy couch that looked like the perfect spot for reading or cuddling.
Ryan cleared his throat, his voice growing a shade more confident as he turned to my mother. “Can I get you anything? A drink? Some water?”
My mother looked around, her gaze assessing the room. “This is a nice place. Very…homey.”
Ryan smiled. “Thanks,” he said. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”
My eyes kept darting between Ryan and my mother, my eyes fixed on their interaction like a hawk. I saw Ryan lay several gifts at my mother's feet, while Mama beamed, patting his back like she had known him for a long time.
"You're truly a gentleman," she praised, and I watched as a slow, sly grin spread across Ryan's face, like a cat who had caught the cream.
"Thank you, ma'am," he replied, a hint of smugness in his voice.
A small, uncomfortable silence filled the room, and I shifted in my seat. But it was my mother who broke the silence, "Tell me, child, where did you meet my daughter?"
"We met at a restaurant," I blurted out, my voice quick and sharp, not wanting Ryan to mess things up.
But, as if on cue, he spoke at the same moment, his voice just as loud and confident as mine.
"At a library!"
Shit!
My heart stopped in my chest as I watched the expression on my mother's face shift, her smile melting away. Everywhere turned silent.
ISABELLA'S POV It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. Ryan's expression fell, and I bit the insides of my cheek to try to stop my heart from racing.The urge to strangle Ryan was possibly written on my face. This had gone so wrong! Mama's eyes darted between us, her stoic expression betraying nothing, but I could sense her unease.We all sat there in silence, the tension building with every passing moment. I couldn't bring myself to speak, my throat dry and my mind racing."That seems... Great?" Mama forced a smile, trying to play along. "Isabella has said so much about you. Thank you for inviting us over." Her words were heavy with unspoken accusations.I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and I could tell he was struggling to keep his composure. Mama, however, seemed unaffected by the tension, firing off questions and observing our reactions with a keen
ISABELLA'S POV ~“Hey there, Shock-a-Rella! Why don't you leave that death trap to the professionals before you fry yourself into a human circuit board?"Those words snapped me back to reality and I jolted away from the power strip I had been absentmindedly cleaning, eyes wide with shock. "Oh my god!" I gasped, my body trembling as I stumbled back, a cold sweat breaking out on my skin.I could feel the color draining from my face as I took in the exposed wires. What was I thinking when cleaning these? I could have electrocuted myself! My heart pounded in my chest as I fought to regain my composure."Hey, are you okay?" Ryan asked, his voice laced with concern as he gently squeezed my shoulders. I spun around to face him, my breathing still rapid as I took a few steps back. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in my panicked expression."Yeah, I am," I said, tucking some hair behind my ear and clearing my throat, trying to sound calm and collected. "You're here? You needed something?" I cr
ISABELLA'S POV ~Cindy's laughter cut through the air as she cackled, her finger pointed menacingly in my direction. Every eye in the room turned to us, curious whispers filling the air as they waited to see what would happen next. My face flushed with embarrassment and anger, but I tried to hold my ground. "Oh look, the disgraced reject has put on her best dress and mascara," she snarled. "But no amount of makeup can hide the fact that you're a useless outcast, expelled from school and too pathetic to shift into a wolf. You may be the center of attention now, but soon everyone will see you for what you really are - a weak, unworthy imposter."The crowd gasped, and their eyes wide with shock. My cheeks burned hot with humiliation, and I clenched my dress in my fists, trying to control my anger. I glared at Cindy, rage boiling inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. There was nothing I wanted that much but to lunge forward, to deal mercilessly with the bitch.Cindy shrugged nonchalan
NOAH'S POV ~Ugh, the nerve of Isabella! Here I am, the greatest man she'll ever know, and she has the audacity to leave me? Just because I hurt her, betrayed her, and cheated on her? Please. She was beneath me from the start. I was like a sun to her existence, and she was a pathetic shadow. A faded echo of a woman I thought I could mold into perfection. And now she thinks she can just walk away?I mean, let's be real here. Cindy and the other girls were just for fun. They were nothing compared to Isabella.But Isabella is acting like I committed some kind of cardinal sin by having a little fun on the side. What about my feelings? She's the one who betrayed me by not being the perfect little submissive puppet I wanted her to be. If she had just fallen in line and ignored my flirtations with other women, we wouldn't be in this mess! But no, she had to go and get all high and mighty, thinking she was good enough to leave me. Ha! As if. She'll never find anyone as good as me. She'll regr
RYAN'S POV~My heart was racing as I stared down the asshole who had dared to touch my woman. The bastard was lucky to be alive, for fate had intervened and stopped my hands from finishing him off. My blood was boiling, my fists clenched and ready to deliver more punishment, but then I saw Leo giving me a look. He knew that I was about to go too far, and he offered to pay for the damages. I glanced away from him and looked over at my Isabella. My heart clenched as I saw the fear in her eyes.I cursed under my breath, realizing that I had snapped without thinking. My wolf had taken over, driven by the primal need to protect what was mine. I didn't care if my cover was blown, all I could see was red. The bastard had touched what was mine, and he would pay. But now, I had to calm down before I did something I would regret. I couldn't let Isabella see me like this, not when she was already so frightened. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax, letting go of the murderous rage tha
ISABELLA'S POV ~He’s staring at me with these dark, intense eyes that seem to be boring into my soul, and I can feel my heart start to race. I love the way he’s been so protective lately, like he can’t bear the thought of anyone else touching me. He’s standing there, so still and silent, his eyes roaming up and down my body, and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I’m about to ask him what’s on his mind when he reaches out and wraps his hand around my throat.The touch is surprisingly gentle, but there’s a possessiveness to it that makes my legs turn to jelly."Isabella..." he murmurs, his voice so low and deep that I can feel it in my bones. His lips are inches from mine and I shut my eyes, waiting for the kiss that I know is coming.But instead, he speaks again. "What happened to your wolf?" The words knock the air out of my lungs, and I feel my heart sink. He knows. He knows that I’m not normal, that I’m not like other girls.I pull away from him, my heart breaking as I see t
RYAN'S POV~Leo winced, his expression one of pure disgust as he eyed me warily. "Dude, stop smiling. You look like a serial killer," he muttered, cringing away from my malevolent grin.I leaned back on the sofa, amused further by his reaction. When I remained silent, Leo sighed and slowly rose from his seat, eyeing me with suspicion."So what's your next move?" he asked. "Are you going to use your connections to get Isabella into some sort of project team, hone her abilities?"I shook my head, a look of pride crossing my face. "Isabella has enough abilities. She doesn't need testing, it's obvious," My eyes alight with certainty. "All she needs is a great opportunity. A very good opportunity, and my girl will soar."Leo watched me for a moment, his expression inscrutable, before bobbing his head up and down in agreement. "I can help my sister-in-law," he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "A fair chance to compete. How does that sound?"I gave him a curt nod, my response dying on my
ISABELLA'S POV ~We approached my old classroom, and the memories came flooding back. My shoulders slumped, and I felt my chest tightening as I stared at the door. I didn’t want to go in there, but I knew I had to.Ryan fell silent, his eyes trained on me, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. Instead, I focused on the wall of the classroom, my mind reeling with the painful memories that were surfacing. I could feel my throat tightening, my eyes beginning to burn.As I moved closer to the drawing on the wall, my heart sank deeper and deeper into my belly. “Echoes of the City,” read the heading, the intricate lines and shapes making up the cityscape coming into focus. I traced my gaze over the sleek lines of modern buildings and the ornate details of historical landmarks, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. It was a breathtakingly beautiful piece of art, but for me, it was a painful reminder of the past.“It’s beautiful,” Ryan murmured from behind me, and I could only
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
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