There is an adage that someone’s first love can never be forgotten, especially if it started from a childhood friendship up until them hating each other and not to forget the denial of one’s feelings. But one can only deny their feelings towards their other half, but can never deny the bond of a mate. Isabella Lenovo is Alpha Ledger’s sister and the childhood friend of Alpha Ryan. She has a twin sister who was also a childhood friend of Alpha Ryan and Alice, Alpha Ryan’s deceased sister. But an unfortunate accident broke the bonds between these friends. The once enviable friendship was now tainted with jealousy, envy, and resentment. The moon strikes back by making Ryan and Isabella mates. Would Isabella accept this and give in to the mate’s bond despite all odds? Ryan Stones, the alpha of pack Loren—a quick-witted man with soft features and a mind and will as hard as a stone—decided not to have anything to do with the Lenovo sisters after an accident that cost him something huge. He believes that the Lenovo sisters had a hand in this accident and he made a vow to get his revenge back on them. But would his plan waver when he figured out that Isabella was his mate or would he use that as an opportunity to get his revenge? Would their hidden love and bond for each other prevail, or would we say that the moon for once made a mistake?
View MoreRyan.I glare at Isabella, ready to shift. I feel my wolf whine and fight my will to attack her. I see fear in Isabella’s eyes and it helps me calm down. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and sigh. I sit back down.I look at Isabella and her composure is back. It was as if she had never shown fear. “About your sister, I’m sorry about that but…” Isabella starts talking but I cut her off with a word.“Stop.” I say.Isabella clenches her fists, she’s clearly also holding herself back. I’m not aware of her intentions for coming to my pack but all I knew was that I had to tolerate her for my pack. I had no Luna and it was already public knowledge that she was my mate so I would keep her around. Even with those thoughts in my head, I felt a strong urge to get away from her, before I did anything I might regret later.“I will tolerate you for now. But do not approach me again and it is not your business what I do with my time.” I tell Isabella. Isabella has an angry expression on her face.
Isabella.I kick open the door and step into the room. I’m here for a clear reason and I’m not skilled at being shy. All gazes turn to me as usual as I waltz into the room but there’s only one pair of eyes that I’m interested in.Alpha Ryan’s soft blue eyes.Ryan is standing on the table and two old men are holding him back, meanwhile my brother Ledger is seated directly opposite to him with his legs crossed.“Am I interrupting something?” I ask. I can’t let my brother keep disrespecting Ryan because Ryan is going to be mine. He stares at me and I can see anger in his gaze. I walk forward undaunted anyway, I already know what to do.“Isabella?” Ledger asks, losing his careful composure as he scrutinizes.Ryan turns his back to Ledger and gets down from the table. He takes a seat and the elders take their own seat after him. They all look agitated but I’m unconcerned.I reach the table and stand in front of my brother. I give him a look that he immediately understands. He had discourag
Ryan.The screams at the door can only indicate one thing—an attack from a rival pack. There were obvious suspicions about which pack but none of those things were going through my mind as I shifted to my wolf.The doors burst open and five black wolves strut in. There are still some wolves fighting the guards stationed outside.The ladies in the room who had come for the ceremony scream; they aren’t fighters. One of the two guards at the door reacts quickly and transforms, but the other gets his throat ripped out by a wolf before he can do anything.I leap six feet into the air and grab a black wolf that had jumped to attack one of the ladies in the room.I rip out its throat mid air and we both land hard. The other wolf can only writhe on the floor as his life’s blood spills out. I sustain minimal damage as his body cushions my fall. My vision is tinted red as my wolf relishes in the savagery as an opportunity to release pent-up anger and display his dominance. I know subconsciousl
Isabella.“Improve your stance, Dan. Your enemy will have an easy time taking you down if you use that stance in battle.”I move closer to the young male and guide him, trying to correct his stance, “Here, widen your legs and don’t balance on your hind leg if you’re going on the offensive.”I continue my inspection, taking note of my young warriors’ improvements. I believe in training every day. You never know when your enemy is lurking around, preparing to strike.And as the Beta of Pack Loren, it's my responsibility to see to their training. My brother—Alpha Ledger Lenovo—rules the pack with what some people may refer to as an iron fist, but it’s all really for our own good.We’ve been targeted by so many enemies in the past and we don’t want to leave an opening or weakness for our enemies to exploit, which is why both male and female wolves train, as long as they are up to 18 years old.While walking around observing the young warriors, a messenger runs up to me, “Your presence is
Ryan“Good morning, darling. How are you feeling today?” My mother's voice floats in from the open door. Glancing at the doorway briefly, I watch my guards bow as they let her in. Dressed in an emerald green dress, she moves with the type of dignity that has been honed from age.“Mother,” I mutter in greeting as she steps in front of me, bringing up her hand to cup my cheeks.Snapping a finger at my guards, they shut the door to give us some privacy. My attention is drawn back to my mother when she pulls my head down—due to the height difference—to plant a kiss on my forehead.As she steps back, she begins fussing over my ceremonial robe, and even though it makes me feel like a child, I let her.She had single handedly raised me up after the death of my father in a war twenty years back. I was two years old at the time but I can still remember how she went to bed every night, crying herself to sleep. And even with her weakened state, coupled with the loss of her mate, she still some
Ryan“Good morning, darling. How are you feeling today?” My mother's voice floats in from the open door. Glancing at the doorway briefly, I watch my guards bow as they let her in. Dressed in an emerald green dress, she moves with the type of dignity that has been honed from age.“Mother,” I mutter in greeting as she steps in front of me, bringing up her hand to cup my cheeks.Snapping a finger at my guards, they shut the door to give us some privacy. My attention is drawn back to my mother when she pulls my head down—due to the height difference—to plant a kiss on my forehead.As she steps back, she begins fussing over my ceremonial robe, and even though it makes me feel like a child, I let her.She had single handedly raised me up after the death of my father in a war twenty years back. I was two years old at the time but I can still remember how she went to bed every night, crying herself to sleep. And even with her weakened state, coupled with the loss of her mate, she still some...
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