I AM SUPPOSED TO BE FEARED Enzo povI stormed into the healer's building, my anger boiling over. "Get the hell out of here, you fool!" I growled, clenching my fist as I spotted Rachel lying on the bed, her head bandaged. The healer looked up, startled, as I burst into the room."Wait, you can't just-" the healer started, but I ignored him, rushing to Rachel's bedside. I pinned her to the wall, my eyes blazing with fury. "What did I tell you to do?" I snarled, my voice low and menacing. "I told you to piss Isabella off, not to fight with her!"Rachel's eyes widened in fear as she stared up at me. "I-I didn't mean to," she stammered. But I wasn't having it. "You didn't mean to?" I repeated, my voice rising. "You didn't mean to? You're lucky you're still alive, you idiot!"The healer tried to intervene, grabbing my arm and attempting to pull me away. But I refused to budge. "Let me go," I warned, my eyes never leaving Rachel's face. "You're going to regret crossing me, Rachel. You're go
WHO IS HE?Isabella pov I stared at my fist, the throbbing pain a stark reminder of my anger. Blood dripped onto the floor, mixing with the sweat that had broken out all over my body. I felt like I was going to explode, my heart racing with every beat. How dare he touch me like that? How dare he think he could just walk in like nothing happened?I let out a strangled sob, and suddenly I was crying uncontrollably. Tears streamed down my face, choking me as I gasped for air. My body shook with each ragged breath, my fist still throbbing in agony. I wrapped my arms around my knees, rocking back and forth as the tears poured out.Just then, I heard a knock on the door. "Isabella, sweetie, open up. What's wrong?" my mother called out, concern etched in her voice.I didn't respond, couldn't respond. I just shook my head, tears still streaming down my face. "Go away, Mom. I want to be alone," I managed to choke out between sobs.The knocking persisted, and I knew my mother wasn't going to
MATE'S DEFENCE Mason povI raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Damien's hesitation. "She isn't from our pack. That alone raises more suspicion," he repeated, his voice laced with unease. I snickered loudly, the sound echoing through the room as I poured the vodka into my cup. "Yeah, no kidding," I said, carrying my drink over to the couch. I slammed into it, feeling the soft cushions envelop me, and crossed my leg over the table, my eyes never leaving Damien's face. "Come on, spill the beans. What did you find out?"Damien's eyes flicked to the paper in his hand, and then he walked over to me, his movements fluid and deliberate. "Here," he said, handing me the paper. I took it from him, my fingers brushing against his, and unfolded it, my eyes scanning the contents. As I read, my expression grew more serious, my brow furrowing in concern.The paper detailed the mark found on Rachel's neck, a crude drawing accompanying the description. I sipped my drink, my eyes locked on the mark, and
IS THERE A DOPPELGANGER? Enzo pov As I grasped the stair rail, my gaze drifted downwards, and our eyes met. Thalia's voice, though shrill, was music to my ears after days of silence. My sister, the crazy lady, stood at the foot of the stairs, her eyes sparkling with a mix of concern and annoyance. For a moment, I forgot about her...let's say, unpredictability, and admired how radiant she looked. Her dress was a deep red, hugging her curves in all the right places, and the way it rode up her thighs wasn't exactly sisterly material. My eyes lingered a bit too long, and I felt a pang of guilt for noticing. But damn, she was stunning. I couldn't help but smile as I descended the stairs, my footsteps light. Thalia's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in my expression, but she didn't comment. Instead, she opened her arms wide, and I didn't hesitate to walk into them. She squeezed me tight, her voice muffled against my chest. "I've missed you so much, Enzo! Where have you been?" I wrap
MY SAFETY Isabella pov As I approached the meeting room, my heart pounded in my chest like a drum. Sweat trickled down my palms, and my mind raced with worst-case scenarios. What if they didn't listen? What if they rejected my explanation? I pushed aside the doubts and took a deep breath. I had to do this.The guards standing outside the door eyed me warily. "Isabella, you can't just barge in," one of them said, stepping forward to block my path."I need to speak with Asher and his brother," I insisted, my voice firm but shaking slightly. "It's about our pack's future."The guards exchanged a sceptical glance, but one of them nodded and opened the door. "Let her in," he said. "But be warned, Isabella, the alpha's not in a good mood."I took another deep breath and stepped inside. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to me. Asher's gaze locked onto mine, a mix of surprise and annoyance etched on his face. His brother, Alexander, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed."Isabella,
Enzo pov INVESTIGATE I stood up, my eyes locked on the mysterious woman, and walked towards her with a mixture of curiosity and caution. As I approached, she turned her gaze to me, and our eyes met in a fleeting moment of connection. I forced a warm smile, trying to put her at ease, and sat down beside her."Hey, don't be nervous," I said, trying to sound as gentle as possible. "I don't bite." I chuckled softly, attempting to break the ice.The woman's gaze softened, and she smiled back at me, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks," she replied, her voice still echoing in my mind like a haunting melody.I studied her profile, searching for any resemblance to Isabella, but there was none. Yet, the similarity in their voices continued to intrigue me. Who was this woman, and why did she have such an uncanny effect on me?As Thalia handed her a glass of water, the woman's hands brushed against hers, and I noticed a faint tremble in her fingers. She was nervous, and I couldn't blame
Isabella povI spun around, admiring my reflection in the mirror. The white knitted gown hugged my hourglass figure perfectly, and my shoulder-length hair framed my face just right. I couldn't help but feel a little smug about the changes in my body. Who knew being a werewolf would come with some awesome perks?Just then, my mom's voice drifted from the doorway. "You look beautiful, Isabella." I turned to face her, a smile spreading across my face. She was covered in flour, her hair tied up in a messy bun. I chuckled, feeling a surge of affection for her."Thanks, Mom," I said, trying to sound shy. "I get to have a proper introduction with the mother of the triplet alphas." My mom's expression turned serious, and I knew she was thinking about the last meeting that didn't exactly go smoothly."That's good news, I guess the last meeting with her didn't go well, huh?" I said, raising an eyebrow.Mom sighed, her eyes clouding over. "Let's just say it didn't exactly go as planned." She pau
Isabella povI crashed into a solid wall of muscle and strong arms wrapped around me, holding me steady. My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated to look up, fearing the worst. But the deep, rumbling voice that spoke was unfamiliar, and the words "Easy, niece." sent a wave of relief washing over me. I let out a shuddering breath and rested my head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body seep into mine.As I stepped back, my gaze drifted up to his face, and I took in the rugged features - a strong jawline, piercing gold eyes, and a messy beard that framed his face. He was imposing, but his eyes were kind, and his voice was gentle. I moved back a little, still feeling a bit scared, and looked around. We were in a stable, surrounded by horses being groomed and fed. The scent of hay and leather filled the air."Don't be scared," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You're safe here." He guided me towards an old building, the wooden sign creaking in the wind. Inside, the space was
Asher povI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my cufflinks as I gazed at my reflection. The black tuxedo my brothers had picked out for me fit perfectly, accentuating my broad shoulders and lean physique. I smirked, feeling like a million bucks. The sound of a knock at the door broke my reverie, and I strode over to open it."About time you got dressed," I said, swinging the door open to reveal my brothers, Demian, and Mason, standing in the hallway, looking dapper in their own tuxedos. Demian's eyes sparkled with amusement as he handed me a black bow tie."You're wearing this," he said, his voice firm but playful. "No arguments."I raised an eyebrow, taking the bow tie from him. "You know I'm perfectly capable of tying my own tie, right?"Mason chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah, but where's the fun in that? Besides, we brought your shoes, and Demian's been practising his shoe-tying skills."Demian shot Mason a mock-glare. "Hey, I'm a master shoe-tier now."I laughe
Rufus povI gently laid Isabella on the old wooden mattress, her pale face a stark contrast to the vibrant colours of my paintings. Damn it, I shouldn't have told her she smells like dust. The words had slipped out, and now... I paced back and forth across my room, my hair dishevelled, tension palpable. The weight of the situation bore down on me like a physical force.What the hell had I done? I grabbed my jacket, ready to bolt out the door and clear my head. But as I reached for the door handle, a voice stopped me. "Rufus, where's the black horse? I couldn't find it in the third room." I turned to face one of the stable guys, his expression expectant.I moved back, my eyes narrowing. "Check the fifth room," I said curtly, trying to keep my tone neutral. As we walked down the corridor, the guy's voice grated on my nerves. "Hey, Rufus, I'm thirsty. Can I get some water from your room?"My instincts kicked in, and I turned to block his path. "No, go get it from the kitchen," I said, my
Isabella povI crashed into a solid wall of muscle and strong arms wrapped around me, holding me steady. My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated to look up, fearing the worst. But the deep, rumbling voice that spoke was unfamiliar, and the words "Easy, niece." sent a wave of relief washing over me. I let out a shuddering breath and rested my head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body seep into mine.As I stepped back, my gaze drifted up to his face, and I took in the rugged features - a strong jawline, piercing gold eyes, and a messy beard that framed his face. He was imposing, but his eyes were kind, and his voice was gentle. I moved back a little, still feeling a bit scared, and looked around. We were in a stable, surrounded by horses being groomed and fed. The scent of hay and leather filled the air."Don't be scared," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You're safe here." He guided me towards an old building, the wooden sign creaking in the wind. Inside, the space was
Isabella povI spun around, admiring my reflection in the mirror. The white knitted gown hugged my hourglass figure perfectly, and my shoulder-length hair framed my face just right. I couldn't help but feel a little smug about the changes in my body. Who knew being a werewolf would come with some awesome perks?Just then, my mom's voice drifted from the doorway. "You look beautiful, Isabella." I turned to face her, a smile spreading across my face. She was covered in flour, her hair tied up in a messy bun. I chuckled, feeling a surge of affection for her."Thanks, Mom," I said, trying to sound shy. "I get to have a proper introduction with the mother of the triplet alphas." My mom's expression turned serious, and I knew she was thinking about the last meeting that didn't exactly go smoothly."That's good news, I guess the last meeting with her didn't go well, huh?" I said, raising an eyebrow.Mom sighed, her eyes clouding over. "Let's just say it didn't exactly go as planned." She pau
Enzo pov INVESTIGATE I stood up, my eyes locked on the mysterious woman, and walked towards her with a mixture of curiosity and caution. As I approached, she turned her gaze to me, and our eyes met in a fleeting moment of connection. I forced a warm smile, trying to put her at ease, and sat down beside her."Hey, don't be nervous," I said, trying to sound as gentle as possible. "I don't bite." I chuckled softly, attempting to break the ice.The woman's gaze softened, and she smiled back at me, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thanks," she replied, her voice still echoing in my mind like a haunting melody.I studied her profile, searching for any resemblance to Isabella, but there was none. Yet, the similarity in their voices continued to intrigue me. Who was this woman, and why did she have such an uncanny effect on me?As Thalia handed her a glass of water, the woman's hands brushed against hers, and I noticed a faint tremble in her fingers. She was nervous, and I couldn't blame
MY SAFETY Isabella pov As I approached the meeting room, my heart pounded in my chest like a drum. Sweat trickled down my palms, and my mind raced with worst-case scenarios. What if they didn't listen? What if they rejected my explanation? I pushed aside the doubts and took a deep breath. I had to do this.The guards standing outside the door eyed me warily. "Isabella, you can't just barge in," one of them said, stepping forward to block my path."I need to speak with Asher and his brother," I insisted, my voice firm but shaking slightly. "It's about our pack's future."The guards exchanged a sceptical glance, but one of them nodded and opened the door. "Let her in," he said. "But be warned, Isabella, the alpha's not in a good mood."I took another deep breath and stepped inside. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to me. Asher's gaze locked onto mine, a mix of surprise and annoyance etched on his face. His brother, Alexander, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed."Isabella,
IS THERE A DOPPELGANGER? Enzo pov As I grasped the stair rail, my gaze drifted downwards, and our eyes met. Thalia's voice, though shrill, was music to my ears after days of silence. My sister, the crazy lady, stood at the foot of the stairs, her eyes sparkling with a mix of concern and annoyance. For a moment, I forgot about her...let's say, unpredictability, and admired how radiant she looked. Her dress was a deep red, hugging her curves in all the right places, and the way it rode up her thighs wasn't exactly sisterly material. My eyes lingered a bit too long, and I felt a pang of guilt for noticing. But damn, she was stunning. I couldn't help but smile as I descended the stairs, my footsteps light. Thalia's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in my expression, but she didn't comment. Instead, she opened her arms wide, and I didn't hesitate to walk into them. She squeezed me tight, her voice muffled against my chest. "I've missed you so much, Enzo! Where have you been?" I wrap
MATE'S DEFENCE Mason povI raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Damien's hesitation. "She isn't from our pack. That alone raises more suspicion," he repeated, his voice laced with unease. I snickered loudly, the sound echoing through the room as I poured the vodka into my cup. "Yeah, no kidding," I said, carrying my drink over to the couch. I slammed into it, feeling the soft cushions envelop me, and crossed my leg over the table, my eyes never leaving Damien's face. "Come on, spill the beans. What did you find out?"Damien's eyes flicked to the paper in his hand, and then he walked over to me, his movements fluid and deliberate. "Here," he said, handing me the paper. I took it from him, my fingers brushing against his, and unfolded it, my eyes scanning the contents. As I read, my expression grew more serious, my brow furrowing in concern.The paper detailed the mark found on Rachel's neck, a crude drawing accompanying the description. I sipped my drink, my eyes locked on the mark, and
WHO IS HE?Isabella pov I stared at my fist, the throbbing pain a stark reminder of my anger. Blood dripped onto the floor, mixing with the sweat that had broken out all over my body. I felt like I was going to explode, my heart racing with every beat. How dare he touch me like that? How dare he think he could just walk in like nothing happened?I let out a strangled sob, and suddenly I was crying uncontrollably. Tears streamed down my face, choking me as I gasped for air. My body shook with each ragged breath, my fist still throbbing in agony. I wrapped my arms around my knees, rocking back and forth as the tears poured out.Just then, I heard a knock on the door. "Isabella, sweetie, open up. What's wrong?" my mother called out, concern etched in her voice.I didn't respond, couldn't respond. I just shook my head, tears still streaming down my face. "Go away, Mom. I want to be alone," I managed to choke out between sobs.The knocking persisted, and I knew my mother wasn't going to