•• Arabella’s POV •••I felt myself being wrapped in a warm cocoon of embrace and opened my eyes to stare directly into Max’s beautiful, deep, dark eyes.“Arra, you are awake…” he said gently, and I felt him let out a breath of relief.“Max? What happened? Where am I?” I asked him, tried to sit on t
But my relief didn't last long as I saw the bandage around his arm.His wound seemed deep as it was oozing a bit of blood that stained the bandage.“Max, is that… Is that Iris’ bite?” I asked a stupid question to which I already knew the answer.He smiled and said, “Iris is indeed powerful. She coul
•• Arabella’s POV •••I became so flustered when I heard Max’s mom’s voice asking if she could come in.“Go and open the door.”I pushed Max away and went to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard, trying to look as if nothing had almost happened between us.Max looked upset, whether because
They would get angry at Max and me for lying to them, and the werewolf community would most probably pity me and say I was desperate to win against Shawn and Abigail.That, in turn, would give Shawn, Abigail, and his family a chance to mock and humiliate me.“Arra, calm down. You need to stay calm,”
•• Arabella’s POV •••My eyes widened slightly in shock.I didn't know Max would take his mom’s words to heart, but I guessed it was understandable since everyone would notice something was wrong with our mateship if we didn't mark each other.Looking into his eyes, I swore I saw a hint of request f
Was he really against witches?Did something happen between him and a witch?“You are overthinking it,” Iris chuckled.“Overthinking? You mean he’s not angry with me, or he doesn't have something against witches?” I asked her.“He doesn't have anything against witches,” she said, then laughed before
•• Arabella’s POV •••“Ari!” Rosa squealed as she opened the door and saw me. “What a long time!”I laughed when I saw how excited she was to see me, and we hugged at the door.It indeed had been a long time since we last saw each other.We used to play together when we were kids, but Rosa moved awa
“Rosa, I need to have a fake mark on my neck,” I told Rosa our purpose for coming here. “Is there a spell for it, and can you do it?”“You want to fake a mark?” she asked in surprise and looked at both Max and me curiously.“It’s a long story,” I told her.“Summarize it,” she said lazily and wasn't