It had been two days since the confrontation in Aiden's study, and I hadn’t seen him since. The mansion, which had once felt suffocating with Aiden’s presence, now felt eerily empty without him. His absence was a constant reminder of the tension between us, the unresolved pull of the bond that hung over everything like a storm cloud waiting to break.I hadn’t left my room much, not because I was afraid, but because I didn’t know what to do next. The weight of what Marcus had told me—about the bond, about Aiden’s past, and about the enemies who were watching—had kept me awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, trying to make sense of it all.There was a part of me that wanted to confront Aiden again, to force him to explain what was happening to us. But there was another part of me, the quieter, more fearful part, that didn’t want to poke the bear. Aiden was dangerous, and pushing him too far could have consequences I wasn’t prepared to face.Still, I couldn’t stay hidden away in th
The sun hadn’t even risen yet when Aiden knocked on my door. The faint light from the hallway barely filtered into the room, casting long shadows across the floor. I hadn’t slept much, nerves keeping me awake. My mind had been racing since our conversation the day before, trying to process what was coming next."Let’s go," Aiden said flatly, not waiting for a response before turning and walking down the hall.I stared at the empty doorway for a moment, steeling myself. This was what I had asked for—an opportunity to fight back, to stop being the liability he claimed I was. I couldn’t let fear hold me back, not now.Throwing on a pair of worn sneakers and a jacket, I hurried after him. The mansion was quiet, still blanketed in early morning shadows as we made our way through the winding corridors. Aiden said nothing, his pace fast, his body tense as if he was barely holding back a storm inside him.When we reached the main entrance, Aiden opened the heavy door, and the cold morning air
The next morning, I woke to the dull ache of bruises scattered across my body. Every muscle screamed in protest as I dragged myself out of bed, my mind replaying the brutal training session with Aiden. The fire in his eyes, the harshness of his words—they’d left a mark as deep as the bruises, but I wasn’t backing down. I couldn’t. Not after everything.By the time I made my way outside to the clearing, Aiden was already there, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed, watching the forest like a predator waiting for prey. The air was crisp, the sky still shrouded in early morning mist, and the chill seeped into my bones, though it did little to quell the fire of determination burning inside me.“Late,” Aiden muttered without looking at me, his voice clipped and cold.“I’m here, aren’t I?” I shot back, squaring my shoulders as I approached him.He finally turned to face me, his eyes narrowing as he took in my appearance. The bruises on my arms and legs, the dark circles under my eye
I had no idea why I was following him but I was. And the moment we stepped into the forest, the air around us thickened. The towering trees seemed to close in from all sides, their twisted branches blocking out the sun, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Every sound—the rustle of leaves, the snapping of twigs underfoot—felt magnified, and a strange sense of unease settled over me.I glanced over at Aiden, but his expression was unreadable, as always. His body was tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap, his senses sharp and alert. I tightened my grip on the small dagger he had given me earlier, but the weight of it felt insignificant compared to the threat lurking in these woods.As we ventured deeper into the forest, the sounds of nature seemed to disappear, replaced by an eerie, suffocating silence. My heart pounded in my chest, and I kept my eyes darting in every direction, half expecting something to leap out at us from the shadows.Then Aiden stopped abruptly.His bo
By the time we reached the mansion, my legs felt like they were about to give out. I stumbled inside, barely able to keep my balance, but Aiden moved with the same controlled grace as always, even though he was clearly in pain.“You look like hell,” he muttered, not even turning to look at me as he walked toward the kitchen.I shot him a glare, though I didn’t have the energy to argue. “Thanks for the compliment.”Ignoring my sarcasm, Aiden went to the sink and began cleaning the deep gash in his side. I watched him in silence, unsure of what to say. The battle had shaken me more than I wanted to admit, and the weight of everything—the bond, the danger, the constant threat of death—was starting to feel overwhelming.I needed answers. I needed to understand what was really going on between us.“We need to talk,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.Aiden didn’t look at me, his expression hard. “About what?”“About the bond. About what happened out there,” I said, stepping closer. “I do
The morning air felt heavy as Aiden and I ventured deeper into the forest for our usual training session. The quiet was unnerving, a stillness that seemed to hang between us as we walked side by side. Despite the clear sky and soft sunlight filtering through the trees, there was an unmistakable tension in the air, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.Aiden hadn’t said much since we started. His jaw was clenched, eyes scanning the forest ahead, his body taut like a spring ready to snap. The bond between us pulsed, always present, but today, it felt different—more charged.“Aiden,” I said quietly, breaking the silence, “what’s wrong?”He didn’t look at me, but his grip tightened on the hilt of the sword he was carrying. “Nothing,” he muttered, though his tone was sharper than usual. “Let’s just get this over with.”I frowned, sensing that there was more going on than he was letting on, but I didn’t push. Our training sessions had grown more intense lately, and the stakes had onl
Aiden reacted faster than I could process. In an instant, he drew his sword and blocked Darius’s attack with a sharp clang of metal. The force of the blow sent a shockwave through the ground, and I stumbled back, barely able to keep my balance as the two alphas clashed.The air was filled with the sound of snarls and the clash of weapons as Aiden and Darius circled each other, their movements fast and lethal. Aiden’s fury was palpable, his strikes sharp and precise, but Darius was quick, countering each blow with equal force.“You think you can protect her forever?” Darius taunted, his voice dripping with venom. “She’s weak, Aiden. She’ll never survive in our world.”Aiden didn’t respond, his eyes blazing with anger as he launched another attack, driving Darius back. But Darius only laughed, his movements fluid as he dodged Aiden’s strikes.“Look at you,” Darius sneered, blocking another blow. “So desperate to protect her. So desperate to pretend she’s not your greatest weakness.”Aid
**Aiden's POV**The walk back to the mansion was suffocating. Every step felt heavier, not because of the gashes and bruises littering my body, but because of the weight that sat squarely on my chest—her safety. I could feel Isabella’s presence beside me, her steps lighter, quieter, but the fact that she was unharmed did nothing to ease the burning anger that had been brewing inside me since the encounter with Darius.Darius had humiliated me. He’d found out about the bond, used it to taunt me, mock me. But it wasn’t his words that twisted the knife. It was the way my body had responded when he went after her—when he dared to threaten her life. I had almost lost control in a way I hadn’t before, and the bond had made it ten times worse.I hated it. Hated how much her safety mattered to me. How her mere presence clouded my thoughts, made my skin buzz with an energy I didn’t ask for and didn’t want. As soon as we stepped inside the mansion, I felt the familiar rage simmering beneath the
As the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the orphanage in hues of orange and pink, my mother stood in the doorway, her expression a mix of hesitancy and determination. “Will you both stay for dinner?” she asked, her voice carrying a hopeful note that tugged at my heart.I glanced at Aiden, expecting resistance. He was a man of particular habits, unaccustomed to impromptu changes or the chaotic warmth of my past life. But to my surprise, he nodded. “We’d love to,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring.My mother’s smile lit up her face, and something inside me unfurled—a tension I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Wonderful,” she said. “I’ll set up the dining hall.”As she turned to make preparations, I felt Aiden’s hand squeeze mine briefly. “Are you happy?” he whispered, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress.“Yes,” I replied, more to convince myself than him. “It’ll be good to catch up with everyone.”He nodded, his gaze lingering on me a moment longer before he releas
Aiden’s hand was firm around mine, grounding me when my legs threatened to buckle under the weight of anticipation. The creak of the iron gates of the orphanage echoed through my chest, rattling my nerves. Each step felt like walking through molasses, my body betraying me despite my mind’s desperate commands to move forward.“Relax, Isabella, or you’re going to scare them,” Aiden said softly, his voice like a warm breeze cutting through the storm inside me. His lips curved into a slight smile, though I could see the undercurrent of concern in his gaze.I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded, clutching his arm as if letting go would pull me back into the void of uncertainty. Aiden took the first step inside, and I followed, my breath hitching with every inch closer to the truth.The orphanage hadn’t changed much, at least not from what I remembered in fragments—peeling paint on the walls, the faint scent of lavender detergent that lingered in the air, and the distant sound of chi
As spring began to thaw the chill of winter, the team found a temporary respite from their relentless battle against the Black Sun. The fortress in the Pyrenees had been dismantled, and the immediate threat of The Ascendancy had been averted. However, the remnants of the dark network remained a persistent threat, and the team’s mission was far from complete. In their base, the atmosphere was a mix of cautious optimism and ongoing vigilance. The team had succeeded in disrupting the Black Sun’s most recent plans, but their influence was still widespread. The remnants continued to operate in the shadows, their intentions shrouded in secrecy. Isabella, Clyde, Elise, Alessandro, and Marta gathered in the war room, reviewing their latest intelligence. The walls were covered with maps, photographs, and documents detailing the Black Sun’s remaining operatives and activities. Elise, looking over a set of decrypted messages, spoke with concern. “We’ve uncovered several new locations tied to
The drive to the orphanage was quiet. The mood we had woken up with had been ruined, leaving a tension thick enough to slice through. I could see Aiden’s jaw tightening every few seconds, a telltale sign of his internal struggle. He was controlling himself—for me, I knew that much. It was his way. Always measured, always holding back. The world outside the window blurred past, a mix of early autumn trees and gray skies, but I couldn’t focus on any of it. My chest felt heavy, guilt coiling tight around my ribs. After fifteen minutes of silence, the tension became unbearable. I glanced over at him and then back at the passing scenery, forcing myself to speak. “I’m sorry,” I said softly, my voice barely breaking the stillness. Aiden’s eyes flicked toward me, his expression unreadable. His gaze returned to the road almost instantly. “For what?” he asked, his tone polite but distant, as though he were forcing himself to remain calm. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “For putting you in
“Isabella,” he said, his tone low and firm, “you make the rules here. You break them. No one is superior to you—not Marcus, not me, not anyone in this pack.” The weight of his words settled over me, heavy and unfamiliar. “But… the rules exist for a reason,” I argued weakly, my voice wavering. “And sometimes,” he said, glancing at me briefly, “those rules don’t account for the unique situations we face. That’s why you’re the Luna. To lead. To make the hard calls. The pack looks to you for guidance, not to follow every rule blindly.” I shook my head, my chest tight. “I don’t feel like a Luna,” I admitted. “I don’t feel like someone they should look up to.” Aiden’s hand tightened slightly on my thigh, his warmth seeping through the fabric of my jeans. “That’s because you keep doubting yourself,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re still thinking like an outsider. But you’re not anymore. You’re one of us, Isabella. More than that, you’re the luna, my mate. It’s time you start actin
The drive to the orphanage was quiet. The mood we had woken up with had been ruined, leaving a tension thick enough to slice through. I could see Aiden’s jaw tightening every few seconds, a telltale sign of his internal struggle. He was controlling himself—for me, I knew that much. It was his way. Always measured, always holding back.The world outside the window blurred past, a mix of early autumn trees and gray skies, but I couldn’t focus on any of it. My chest felt heavy, guilt coiling tight around my ribs. After fifteen minutes of silence, the tension became unbearable. I glanced over at him and then back at the passing scenery, forcing myself to speak.“I’m sorry,” I said softly, my voice barely breaking the stillness.Aiden’s eyes flicked toward me, his expression unreadable. His gaze returned to the road almost instantly. “For what?” he asked, his tone polite but distant, as though he were forcing himself to remain calm.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “For putting you in a ti
Just as we were about to leave the table, Marcus entered the room. The first thing his eyes caught was our intertwined fingers. I instinctively tried to pull my hand back, but Aiden tightened his grip, his fingers pressing firmly against mine as though silently daring me to let go.Marcus raised a brow, his lips curving into a knowing smirk as he cleared his throat. “Someone is clearly in a good mood after whipping everyone’s ass,” he drawled.Aiden rolled his eyes, the action subtle but unmistakable. “Oh, please,” he muttered, his tone dripping with irritation.We both knew what Marcus was referring to. Aiden had spent the better part of past two weeks commanding everyone on how to deal with Darius. The tension between him and Darius was palpable, almost suffocating at times. I had told him countless times to forget about the man, to let it go, but Aiden had been resolute. I could still remember the dangerous glint in his eyes as he’d said, “I would never forgive anyone for touching
“Do you remember what day it is today?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, but I could feel the weight of my words lingering in the quietness.Aiden’s response was slow, deliberate. He raised one brow in that way he did, and just that one look made my heart skip a beat. If it was a sin to look this handsome first thing in the morning, then he was, without a doubt, the greatest sinner of them all. I found myself stuttering, nerves dancing through me as I tried to find the courage to bring up the topic I’d been holding onto.“You said you’d take me to the orphanage,” I said, my voice hesitant, unsure if this was the right time. Would he remember? Would he care as much as I did?For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Silence crept in, and with it, a growing sense of unease. My mind spiraled, convinced I’d messed everything up. Just as the words started to rise in my throat, desperate to cover up the silence, Aiden leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on my cheek. His arms wrapp
As the first soft light of dawn seeped through the edges of the curtains, I blinked awake, the warmth of the bed and the weight of Aiden’s arm draped possessively across my waist grounding me in a blissful haze. For a moment, I lay still, letting my gaze trace the familiar curve of his shoulders, the way his dark hair fell messily over his brow, and the quiet, even rise and fall of his chest. The memory of last night washed over me, a heady mix of intensity, passion, and the feeling of being wholly consumed by him.My cheeks flushed, and a shy smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I recalled the way his voice had sounded—low and rough—whispering my name, claiming me with every touch. I felt the ghost of his hands on my skin, the possessive strength in his hold, the way he had looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Everything about last night felt surreal, yet the weight of his arm, his warmth beside me, grounded it as real.Careful not to wake him, I sh