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
I could barely think straight anymore. Every inch of me was on fire, my senses overloaded by the closeness of her, the scent of her, the feel of her hands moving across my skin. The bond was screaming at me, pulling me toward her, and I was losing the battle to resist.With a sharp intake of breath, I grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from my wound. Her skin was soft beneath my fingers, and the touch sent a jolt of heat through me, making my heart pound even harder.“I warned you,” I growled, my voice rough, barely controlled.Isabella’s eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, something shifted. The anger, the frustration, the fear—it all fell away and what remained was something darker, something more dangerous. My grip on her wrist tightened, and her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t look afraid. She just stared at me with those wide, defiant eyes, challenging me even as my control slipped further away.The bond was pulling me under, drowning out every r
I slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. My chest heaved with anger, my mind spinning as the memory of Isabella’s tear-streaked face burned itself into my thoughts. I shouldn’t care. I couldn’t care. But no matter how much I tried to ignore it, the bond pulled at me, forcing me to feel what I didn’t want to feel.I stormed across the room, my fists clenched at my sides, fury bubbling just beneath the surface. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of her lips against mine—of that kiss—flashed before me. It had been raw, possessive, a loss of control that I never should have allowed. How had I let it happen? How had I let her get so close?With a frustrated growl, I reached for the bottle of wine on the table, yanking the cork out with more force than necessary. My hands trembled as I poured the dark liquid into the glass, but it didn’t matter. I needed something, anything, to drown out the chaos in my mind.But the moment I raised the glass to my l
**Isabella’s**The coldness of Aiden’s rejection still clung to me like a heavy weight as I stumbled down the hallway toward my room, my vision blurred by the tears that I refused to let fall in front of him. I had barely made it out of his room when the first tear slipped down my cheek, and once it started, there was no stopping it.The sting of his words, his anger, echoed in my mind over and over again.“I told you to leave me the fuck alone.”I hadn’t expected him to be soft or gentle—not after everything we’d been through—but the cruelty in his voice had cut deeper than I wanted to admit. He wasn’t just pushing me away; he was shoving me out of his life with all the force he could muster. And it hurt more than I ever imagined it would.I wiped at my eyes angrily, trying to hold myself together. Crying wasn’t going to fix anything. It wasn’t going to change the way Aiden saw me, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to erase the fact that I had kissed him back. That I had let him in.I
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the small window of my room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air felt heavy, almost oppressive, and I couldn’t shake the exhaustion that clung to me. It wasn’t just from lack of sleep—though I hadn’t managed much of that, either—it was the emotional weight of everything that had happened. The kiss, Aiden’s coldness, the way he had shoved me out of his room… it was all too much.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor, my mind replaying the events of the previous day over and over again. Every time I thought about it, the emotions came rushing back—anger, hurt, confusion.How had things gotten so out of control so quickly?I didn’t want to feel like this. I didn’t want to care about Aiden, didn’t want him to have this kind of power over me. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I was done with him, that I wouldn’t let him hurt me again, the truth was harder to face.I cared. I cared more than I wa