ISABELLA'S POV ~As I gazed out the train window, the world outside was transformed into a stunning display of lights, architecture, and movement. My jaw dropped, my heart pounding in my chest with a mixture of excitement and uneasiness. I'd never seen a city quite like this before, and if it hadn't been for James's invitation, I likely never would have.My thoughts wandered to Ryan, and my heart ached at the memory of him. I tried to push the memories away, but they were persistent, clinging to my mind like a persistent shadow.As our feet stepped onto the platform, the city’s life swirled around us, its vibrancy almost tangible. The skyscrapers shot skyward, their glassy exteriors glittering under the sun. My mother’s gaze was fixated on the splendor before her, her mouth agape, her feet seemingly rooted to the ground, taking in the magnificence of the metropolis.I followed James’ GPS guidance from my phone, listening intently to his directions as my mother’s excitement radiated th
ISABELLA'S POV~“Do you think I'm beautiful, mama?" My heart was racing as I spun around, my eyes fixed on my mother's face, waiting for her reaction. The dress, a beautiful shade of champagne, hugged my figure perfectly, the sequins catching the light and sparkling like stars. It was a dream dress for every exquisite lady, a dress one would dream of wearing in her life. For a moment, my mother just stared, her lips parted slightly in surprise. She took a breath and stood up, her eyes never leaving my body."You look..." Her voice trailing off as she came closer. "More than fabulous. You're so beautiful, my Bella. Do you know sometimes I wonder if I'm your biological mother?""Mom, stop!" I burst forth into giggles and sniffles as I walked closer to her.I wrapped my arms around her, trying to lighten the mood. "You're flattering me. Thank you."But as I kissed her forehead, I saw her frown, and my heart sank. She was silent, and I could tell she was holding something back. I pursed
RYAN'S POV~My eyes bore into my mother, my displeasure evident in the hard lines of my face, but she remained unaffected by my glare. "Are we really going to do this now, mother?” I snarled. But she simply shrugged, dismissing my concerns as if they were nothing."You must have been under a spell for you to go out to another city and engage with a common girl with no status," she spat, her eyes darkening in anger. "How ridiculous it would sound to the parliament! How would they envision their leader bringing home such a valueless girl, tell me?!" Her voice kept rising. I fists slowly clenched in frustration. My father, sitting at the head of the table, stopped eating, his expression reflecting his own displeasure, making it clear whose side he was on.I exhaled a shaky breath, trying to keep my anger under control. I rubbed my temple, trying to ease the tension building in my head, but it was useless. There was no way to make this situation better."I'm not going to talk about this
ISABELLA'S POV ~My cheeks burned scarlet as Linda's gaze flicked back to me, disgust flickering in her eyes.” My heart raced at Linda's exaggerated sigh and disdainful headshake."You're Isabella?" Linda's mocking tone stung like a slap, causing my eyes to water."Y-Yes, your Majesty," I stammered, forcing a weak smile that crumbled under her icy stare."So you're the Omega that seduced my son? You're the girl of no status?" she continued, her words hitting me like daggers. "Finally I've gotten to meet you."Her gaze pierced me, my stomach churning with discomfort.She tutted, disgust dripping from her voice. "And this is the girl that my son claims to love?"Linda's words stabbed at my chest, her mockery roiling my insides. My knuckles turned white as I clung to my dress, desperate to conceal my trembling. I fought to maintain my outward composure, but her gaze cut through me like a knife. "You're not worthy to be here, in this palace, in my presence... You're not worth it, do you
RYAN'S POV~I felt my world freeze when I caught Isabella's gaze. Just one look, but it spoke volumes—pain, betrayal, sadness, helplessness, and pure hate. I couldn't lose her like this, not when she meant everything to me.In a flash, I caught her wrist and held her against me, preventing her escape. She gasped as her body tensed against mine. Her surprise was palpable, but I couldn't let her leave, not when I needed her so fiercely.She froze, her breath hitching as she felt my heartbeat against hers, my arms tight around her waist. My face buried itself in her hair, and I took deep breaths of her lingering scent. My grip on her tightened, and I felt her body tense beneath mine. "Bella," I growled, my voice barely contained, "Don't leave.”"I won't be your prisoner, Ryan. I can't live like that anymore," Isabella whispered, tears filling her eyes. Her palms pressed against me in a silent entreaty to release her. I scoffed inwardly at the foolishness of such a suggestion. She was mi
MAY’S POV~“Hey!" I waved at the strange lady. The strange lady gave me a slight nod of acknowledgment, then flashed a smile so sweet that my heart melted. It was hard to believe that someone with her beauty and presence could also have such a commanding aura.I forced a wide smile, but as I watched her, my gaze lingered just a bit too long. Her smile lingered too.I shrugged awkwardly. "I'm sorry for the mess out there. Those guys were getting way too aggressive, trying to force me to drink with them and exchange contacts. When I resisted, they started hurling disgusting insults at me.I gave her a nervous chuckle, trying to brush it off. "But thanks for coming to my rescue," I said. She just nodded, her smile still intact.It was then that I realized that my palms were sweating and my heart was racing. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. I didn't even realize that all these while I was getting so worked up. Sure, she was gorgeous, but I'd never felt this way before
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
RYAN'S POVShit. Fucking shit. The moment she said it, my whole body turned rigid. My eyes narrowed, my jaw clenched, and my wolf, Braxton, went absolutely fucking feral inside of me. He was growling, snarling, clawing at my insides, desperate to mark her right then and there. I couldn't even concentrate fully on what was been said, I'm busy trying to stop my wolf from jumping on her.But I kept myself still. I couldn't blink, couldn't think, couldn't. fucking. breathe.All I could do was stare at her, my mind racing, my wolf howling. She wanted me to mark her just like that? What the actual fuck?I was completely thrown off by her demand. I thought we were here to just matchmake and then get to know more of each other like this date thing required?I was used to being in control, being the one who made the demands. And now this woman, this fucking woman, had the audacity to demand something like that from me? My eyes were about bulging but I willed them to stop because once they did,
MAY’S POV~“Hey!" I waved at the strange lady. The strange lady gave me a slight nod of acknowledgment, then flashed a smile so sweet that my heart melted. It was hard to believe that someone with her beauty and presence could also have such a commanding aura.I forced a wide smile, but as I watched her, my gaze lingered just a bit too long. Her smile lingered too.I shrugged awkwardly. "I'm sorry for the mess out there. Those guys were getting way too aggressive, trying to force me to drink with them and exchange contacts. When I resisted, they started hurling disgusting insults at me.I gave her a nervous chuckle, trying to brush it off. "But thanks for coming to my rescue," I said. She just nodded, her smile still intact.It was then that I realized that my palms were sweating and my heart was racing. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. I didn't even realize that all these while I was getting so worked up. Sure, she was gorgeous, but I'd never felt this way before
RYAN'S POV~I felt my world freeze when I caught Isabella's gaze. Just one look, but it spoke volumes—pain, betrayal, sadness, helplessness, and pure hate. I couldn't lose her like this, not when she meant everything to me.In a flash, I caught her wrist and held her against me, preventing her escape. She gasped as her body tensed against mine. Her surprise was palpable, but I couldn't let her leave, not when I needed her so fiercely.She froze, her breath hitching as she felt my heartbeat against hers, my arms tight around her waist. My face buried itself in her hair, and I took deep breaths of her lingering scent. My grip on her tightened, and I felt her body tense beneath mine. "Bella," I growled, my voice barely contained, "Don't leave.”"I won't be your prisoner, Ryan. I can't live like that anymore," Isabella whispered, tears filling her eyes. Her palms pressed against me in a silent entreaty to release her. I scoffed inwardly at the foolishness of such a suggestion. She was mi
ISABELLA'S POV ~My cheeks burned scarlet as Linda's gaze flicked back to me, disgust flickering in her eyes.” My heart raced at Linda's exaggerated sigh and disdainful headshake."You're Isabella?" Linda's mocking tone stung like a slap, causing my eyes to water."Y-Yes, your Majesty," I stammered, forcing a weak smile that crumbled under her icy stare."So you're the Omega that seduced my son? You're the girl of no status?" she continued, her words hitting me like daggers. "Finally I've gotten to meet you."Her gaze pierced me, my stomach churning with discomfort.She tutted, disgust dripping from her voice. "And this is the girl that my son claims to love?"Linda's words stabbed at my chest, her mockery roiling my insides. My knuckles turned white as I clung to my dress, desperate to conceal my trembling. I fought to maintain my outward composure, but her gaze cut through me like a knife. "You're not worthy to be here, in this palace, in my presence... You're not worth it, do you
RYAN'S POV~My eyes bore into my mother, my displeasure evident in the hard lines of my face, but she remained unaffected by my glare. "Are we really going to do this now, mother?” I snarled. But she simply shrugged, dismissing my concerns as if they were nothing."You must have been under a spell for you to go out to another city and engage with a common girl with no status," she spat, her eyes darkening in anger. "How ridiculous it would sound to the parliament! How would they envision their leader bringing home such a valueless girl, tell me?!" Her voice kept rising. I fists slowly clenched in frustration. My father, sitting at the head of the table, stopped eating, his expression reflecting his own displeasure, making it clear whose side he was on.I exhaled a shaky breath, trying to keep my anger under control. I rubbed my temple, trying to ease the tension building in my head, but it was useless. There was no way to make this situation better."I'm not going to talk about this
ISABELLA'S POV~“Do you think I'm beautiful, mama?" My heart was racing as I spun around, my eyes fixed on my mother's face, waiting for her reaction. The dress, a beautiful shade of champagne, hugged my figure perfectly, the sequins catching the light and sparkling like stars. It was a dream dress for every exquisite lady, a dress one would dream of wearing in her life. For a moment, my mother just stared, her lips parted slightly in surprise. She took a breath and stood up, her eyes never leaving my body."You look..." Her voice trailing off as she came closer. "More than fabulous. You're so beautiful, my Bella. Do you know sometimes I wonder if I'm your biological mother?""Mom, stop!" I burst forth into giggles and sniffles as I walked closer to her.I wrapped my arms around her, trying to lighten the mood. "You're flattering me. Thank you."But as I kissed her forehead, I saw her frown, and my heart sank. She was silent, and I could tell she was holding something back. I pursed
ISABELLA'S POV ~As I gazed out the train window, the world outside was transformed into a stunning display of lights, architecture, and movement. My jaw dropped, my heart pounding in my chest with a mixture of excitement and uneasiness. I'd never seen a city quite like this before, and if it hadn't been for James's invitation, I likely never would have.My thoughts wandered to Ryan, and my heart ached at the memory of him. I tried to push the memories away, but they were persistent, clinging to my mind like a persistent shadow.As our feet stepped onto the platform, the city’s life swirled around us, its vibrancy almost tangible. The skyscrapers shot skyward, their glassy exteriors glittering under the sun. My mother’s gaze was fixated on the splendor before her, her mouth agape, her feet seemingly rooted to the ground, taking in the magnificence of the metropolis.I followed James’ GPS guidance from my phone, listening intently to his directions as my mother’s excitement radiated th
ISABELLA'S POV ~The heavy breath escaped my lips for what felt like the millionth time that night, as I struggled to find a comfortable position in the soft, cold bed. Despite my endless tossing, my mind refused to settle down, thoughts of the Winter Fall Pack swarming like a hive of bees in my head. Was I really going to accept James' invitation to go there? To the place where Ryan's parents dwelled? The prospect filled me with a mixture of dread and uncertainty, as if my future was hanging by a thread.I was just about to drift off into a fitful sleep, when a sharp, sudden crash erupted from outside my door. My eyes snapped open in the darkness, widened in alarm. My fingers gripped the edge of the bed as I listened intently, my heart pounding, waiting for another sign. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, my wolf senses heightened, as I cautiously crawled from the bed and tiptoed to the door.My hand rested on the doorknob, my breath held in anticipation as I strained to p
RYAN'S POV~I hadn't slept well in years, not since Isabella had left my life. I was a shadow of my former self, a broken shell of a man, tortured by her absence. Every day, I watched her from afar, disguised and hidden, too scared to approach her, too afraid to confront the pain I knew would come with seeing her again. It was a silent agony, watching her from a distance, knowing that she was within my reach and yet still so far away.I missed her more than I could ever put into words.I did what I could to help her, to try to make her life easier. I made sure to boost her grocery store online, drawing in customers and helping her business to thrive. But it only served to remind me of what I'd lost, to rub salt in the wound of her absence.I hated that she was working so hard, that she was overworking herself, but I knew that this was what she wanted. She wanted her own success, her own money, her own life, and I couldn't fault her for that.It felt like a piece of me died every day t
ISABELLA'S POV ~It was as if time itself had frozen, the world entirely coming to a halt around me. My resignation letter was crumpled in my hand like a piece of trash, a symbol of all my hard work and sacrifice being thrown away. I tried to hold back my own tears, but they threatened to spill forth and betray my façade of strength and determination. I knew this was the right decision, the only way to avoid the inevitable pain and torment that awaited me in the Moon Pack. But the finality of it all was crushing, the realization that I was leaving behind a life I had worked so hard to build.But I knew that the sacrifice was necessary, that I had to protect myself from the darkness that awaited me in the Moon Pack.The mere thought of my father made my blood boil and my heart turn to stone. He was nothing more than a shadow of a man, a monster who had caused so much pain and suffering in my life. The idea of ever laying eyes on him again made my skin crawl, and the thought of being a