Arabella's POV
Where is everyone? I scratched my head, glancing around the empty dormitory. The room was so eerily quiet it made me feel like I was the last person on Earth...or at least in the dorm. Still groggy from another restless night, I could barely shake off the fog clouding my mind. Ahh! Now that I remembered I had fainted at the border. Was it Ash who brought me back? Was I not taken to the healer? How did I come back to the pack house? When did I come back? Rubbing my eyes, I tried to clear away the haze as I grabbed a towel and my brush, making my way to the washroom. Turning the corner, lost in my own thoughts, I bumped into someone. The impact jolted me, snapping me out of my trance. “Oops! Sorry!” I mumbled, stepping back, my voice still heavy with sleep. “Good morning, Arabella! Are you just waking up?” Lizzy’s bright eyes sparkled with an energy I sorely lacked. I forced a weak smile, embarrassed. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep last night,” I admitted, frustration lacing my tone.It was not a lie. I did not sleep, I had a total blackout! Or maybe is was the pain. Whatever. “Where is everyone, by the way?” I finally asked. Lizzy’s eyebrows shot up in mild surprise. “Huh? You don’t know? Today is a Pack holiday! We are celebrating the old Luna’s birthday. Everyone’s busy with the arrangements,” she chirped, her voice brimming with excitement. “Damn!” I muttered under my breath as it dawned on me. How could I forget? Ash’s mother’s birthday was a huge deal for the pack. I rushed to freshen up, scrubbing away the remnants of my restless night. Ash hadn’t officially assigned me a role in the pack, but I could still find a way to be useful while I was there. I wandered to the mini hall, then headed toward the grand hall near Ash's mother’s estate. “Hi, Josh! How’s it going? Need any help?” I asked, spotting Veronica’s brother. He used to have a huge crush on me back in the days. “Hi,Bella!Yeah, sure. Can you put these lights around the main door?” he asked, handing me a tangled bundle. “Just make sure they are well-spaced and don’t overlap, alright?And please don't eletrocute yourself!” He winked, after adding. “See you around. You look more beautiful than when you left! ” “Got it,” I said, giving him a thumbs-up and a silly wink as I walked off with the lights. I was halfway through stringing them when I accidentally stepped on someone’s foot. I stumbled back a few steps, bracing myself to protect the fragile lights in my hand. Looking up, I saw her. Moana. The Goddess seemed to have poured every ounce of beauty into that woman. She was lean but curved in all the right places, her blonde hair and porcelain skin making her look almost too over weight. Volumptious would not be the right word. She was a dirty bitch! Really? Moan, of all people?Ahhh! My bad luck! “Watch where you are going!” She snapped, her tone dripping with irritation. “Maybe you should take your own advice,” I shot back, steadying myself and attempting to walk past her. The last thing I wanted was to engage with that venomous woman. Her eyes narrowed as her lips curled into a slow, smug smile. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with her presence,” she drawled, her voice dripping with mockery. “Arabella, isn’t it?” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. Memories surged forward, unbidden and cruel. I could still hear Ash’s voice as if it were yesterday. “You are not what I need, Arabella. I need a mate who can stand by my side, not someone with a schoolgirl crush. I need a woman with lineage, not an orphan.” I closed my eyes, willing the painful memories away. The memory of his icy disdain stung as deeply now as it had then. “Arabella!” Moana’s voice yanked me back to the present. She was snapping her fingers in front of my face. “Hello? Did you hear me?” I blinked, shaking off the haunting memory. “What do you want?” I asked, my tone was sharper than intended. She smirked, her hostility barely veiled. “You’re really back, huh? Causing a stir already. Did you know rogues attacked the moment you set foot in our territory? Bad omen, if you ask me.” Her words prickled my nerves, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I am here to support the pack,” I replied coolly. “Unlike you, I have spent my years bettering myself.I am a doctor now. The pack more than needs me. ” Her smirk deepened. “Support or stir up trouble? You always had a knack for drama.” “I don’t have time for this,” I said, shoving past her. She leaned closer, her voice a venomous whisper. “This is not over. Stay out of my way, Arabella, or you will regret it.” My heart pounded, but I refused to back down. “Do your worst,woman. I am not afraid of you.”Arabella's POV “Challenge accepted!” Moana’s perfectly arched brows shot up, her painted lips curling into a smug smirk. Before I could even process her words, she lunged at me, her freshly manicured nails extended like claws. The speed of her attack caught me off guard, and I barely managed to dodge. I felt the sharp sting as her nails grazed my neck. “Did you just try to scratch me?” I yelped, my fingers instinctively touching the spot. I could feel the faint sting where she’d left her mark. “What are you, a sly little kitten?” “You wish!” She snapped, her annoyance flashing in her eyes. Then, with a sickly sweet grin, she added, “But since you brought it up…” She made an exaggerated purring sound that sent a chill of irritation down my spine before lunging at me again, this time aiming for my hair. “Ouch! What the hell?!” I screeched as her nails caught a fistful of my hair. I clawed at her hand, trying to free myself. “Let go of my hair! 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Arabella's POV This place is a damn time capsule. I stepped out of the car and inhaled the scent of pine and damp earth. It hit me like a punch to the gut, triggering memories I wasn’t ready to face. Some were sweet, others bittersweet, and the rest... unbearable. Gerrard stretched beside me, slamming the car door shut. His toned muscles rippled under his shirt as he yawned. “Let’s see if the people here have gotten any less dramatic. I highly doubt it!” He winked, and I shot him a sideways glance. The towering trees and rustic buildings of the pack's territory had not changed a bit. Everything looked just as it had when I left years ago. It was unsettling how familiar it all felt, like whispers from the woods were calling me back. Voices of people I had known in another life, trying to reveal secrets I wasn’t ready to hear. “Arabella? Is that you?” The sound yanked me out of my thoughts. The whispers disappeared as I turned to see an elderly woman approaching. It was my homel
Arabella's POV I followed Ash and Ger without a word, my breath catching in my throat as we approached the border. Ash's fists were clenched,jaws tight, and his stride was purposeful. Ger walked beside him, calm yet alert. I had to pick up my pace to keep up with their determined march. When we reached the border, a group of rogues stood waiting, their expressions dripping with hostility. The tallest of them, his face marred by scars and burns, stepped forward with a sneer. “We are here to settle a score,” he growled, his gaze locking onto Asher. “This is our territory. State your business or leave.” Ash’s voice was cold, authoritative, and unyielding. “This is Blood Crescent land. Say your piece and get out.” The rogue’s grin twisted into something sinister. “Our business is with you, Darkheart. You took something that belongs to us, and we are here to take it back.” His predatory gaze flickered over to me, sending a chill down my spine. Ash stepped in front of me, blockin
Author's POV Arabella's head spun, her vision blurring as she stumbled forward. She tried to steady herself, but her body gave way. Darkness closed in, and the last thing she felt was a pair of strong arms catching her before she fell. When she came to, the first thing she noticed was the sound of hurried footsteps and a low, tense voice. She cracked her eyes open slightly, her vision still hazy, and recognized Ash's face hovering above her. “Stay with me, Bella. Don’t you dare give up now,” he muttered, his tone sharp but filled with an undertone of worry. Arabella wanted to respond, to tell him she was fine, but her lips would not move. Her body felt like lead. The jostling stopped, and she heard the familiar creak of a wooden door. A new voice joined Ash's, the tone brisk and professional. “What happened? Lay her down here. Quickly.” Arabella felt herself being placed gently onto a soft surface. The sudden stillness made her realize how heavy her limbs felt. Her head l
Arabella's POV “Challenge accepted!” Moana’s perfectly arched brows shot up, her painted lips curling into a smug smirk. Before I could even process her words, she lunged at me, her freshly manicured nails extended like claws. The speed of her attack caught me off guard, and I barely managed to dodge. I felt the sharp sting as her nails grazed my neck. “Did you just try to scratch me?” I yelped, my fingers instinctively touching the spot. I could feel the faint sting where she’d left her mark. “What are you, a sly little kitten?” “You wish!” She snapped, her annoyance flashing in her eyes. Then, with a sickly sweet grin, she added, “But since you brought it up…” She made an exaggerated purring sound that sent a chill of irritation down my spine before lunging at me again, this time aiming for my hair. “Ouch! What the hell?!” I screeched as her nails caught a fistful of my hair. I clawed at her hand, trying to free myself. “Let go of my hair! You fight like a middle schoole
Arabella's POV Where is everyone? I scratched my head, glancing around the empty dormitory. The room was so eerily quiet it made me feel like I was the last person on Earth...or at least in the dorm. Still groggy from another restless night, I could barely shake off the fog clouding my mind. Ahh! Now that I remembered I had fainted at the border. Was it Ash who brought me back? Was I not taken to the healer? How did I come back to the pack house? When did I come back? Rubbing my eyes, I tried to clear away the haze as I grabbed a towel and my brush, making my way to the washroom. Turning the corner, lost in my own thoughts, I bumped into someone. The impact jolted me, snapping me out of my trance. “Oops! Sorry!” I mumbled, stepping back, my voice still heavy with sleep. “Good morning, Arabella! Are you just waking up?” Lizzy’s bright eyes sparkled with an energy I sorely lacked. I forced a weak smile, embarrassed. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep last night,” I admitted, fr
Author's POV Arabella's head spun, her vision blurring as she stumbled forward. She tried to steady herself, but her body gave way. Darkness closed in, and the last thing she felt was a pair of strong arms catching her before she fell. When she came to, the first thing she noticed was the sound of hurried footsteps and a low, tense voice. She cracked her eyes open slightly, her vision still hazy, and recognized Ash's face hovering above her. “Stay with me, Bella. Don’t you dare give up now,” he muttered, his tone sharp but filled with an undertone of worry. Arabella wanted to respond, to tell him she was fine, but her lips would not move. Her body felt like lead. The jostling stopped, and she heard the familiar creak of a wooden door. A new voice joined Ash's, the tone brisk and professional. “What happened? Lay her down here. Quickly.” Arabella felt herself being placed gently onto a soft surface. The sudden stillness made her realize how heavy her limbs felt. Her head l
Arabella's POV I followed Ash and Ger without a word, my breath catching in my throat as we approached the border. Ash's fists were clenched,jaws tight, and his stride was purposeful. Ger walked beside him, calm yet alert. I had to pick up my pace to keep up with their determined march. When we reached the border, a group of rogues stood waiting, their expressions dripping with hostility. The tallest of them, his face marred by scars and burns, stepped forward with a sneer. “We are here to settle a score,” he growled, his gaze locking onto Asher. “This is our territory. State your business or leave.” Ash’s voice was cold, authoritative, and unyielding. “This is Blood Crescent land. Say your piece and get out.” The rogue’s grin twisted into something sinister. “Our business is with you, Darkheart. You took something that belongs to us, and we are here to take it back.” His predatory gaze flickered over to me, sending a chill down my spine. Ash stepped in front of me, blockin
Arabella's POV This place is a damn time capsule. I stepped out of the car and inhaled the scent of pine and damp earth. It hit me like a punch to the gut, triggering memories I wasn’t ready to face. Some were sweet, others bittersweet, and the rest... unbearable. Gerrard stretched beside me, slamming the car door shut. His toned muscles rippled under his shirt as he yawned. “Let’s see if the people here have gotten any less dramatic. I highly doubt it!” He winked, and I shot him a sideways glance. The towering trees and rustic buildings of the pack's territory had not changed a bit. Everything looked just as it had when I left years ago. It was unsettling how familiar it all felt, like whispers from the woods were calling me back. Voices of people I had known in another life, trying to reveal secrets I wasn’t ready to hear. “Arabella? Is that you?” The sound yanked me out of my thoughts. The whispers disappeared as I turned to see an elderly woman approaching. It was my homel