His eyes... they weren’t the same anymore. The moment I questioned him, the moment I asked why he had done this to me, something shifted in his gaze. A flicker of emotion danced in his eyes—something raw, something I couldn’t quite place—but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He stepped forward, his movements slow, calculated, and I instinctively backed away. The distance between us evaporated within seconds, and soon, he was standing right behind me. I didn’t turn to face him, but I could see his reflection in the mirror—tall, imposing, his eyes dark with something I could only describe as dangerous. He was staring at the bite mark on my neck, the very one he had placed there with such intensity that it sent shivers down my spine. His lips parted, and he spoke, his voice low, almost a growl. “You don’t know?” he asked, his words barely above a whisper. Confusion washed over me. *Know what?* Was I supposed to understand why he had done this? His fingertips brushed the bite
**Aiden's POV** I closed the door behind me with more force than necessary, the soft click louder than it should have been in the otherwise silent hallway. My breathing was ragged, uneven, and my heart pounded in my chest like it was trying to escape. I leaned against the wall for a moment, closing my eyes and willing myself to calm down. *What was I thinking of doing to her?* The tension in my body was unbearable, every muscle taut, every instinct screaming at me to go back into that room. But I couldn’t. Not now. Not after I had barely held myself back. She didn’t realize the gravity of what had just happened, didn’t know the storm that was brewing beneath the surface. But I did. I had marked her. The beast within me roared, hungry for more. The bond had been sealed, and with it came a connection stronger than anything I had ever felt before. It clawed at me, demanding more, pushing me to take her, to make her truly mine in every way. But that wasn’t why I had walked out. I
**Isabella's POV** The warm water cascaded down my skin, washing away the grime and the pain of the last few days, though it couldn’t erase the marks left beneath the surface. I let the steam envelop me, the heat soothing my sore muscles and loosening the tightness in my chest. Every part of me ached, not just from the physical wounds but from the emotional weight of it all. Aiden's bite still throbbed, a constant reminder of the bond we now shared. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the edge of the tub. The silence in the room was comforting, but my thoughts were anything but. They swirled and twisted, a tangled mess of confusion, anger, and something else I wasn’t ready to confront yet. The heat wrapped around me like a protective blanket, and I allowed myself to sink further into the water, wishing it could wash away the heaviness that clung to my heart. But no amount of warmth could erase what had happened between Aiden and me, no amount of water could cleanse the b
He had said he would wait for me outside. But as I glanced at the clock, I realized it had been almost two hours. There was no way he would still be there. An alpha like him, waiting for me? The thought seemed absurd. I took a deep breath, steeling myself before I turned the knob and opened the door. And then I froze. There, leaning against the wall just outside my door, was Aiden. His broad shoulders were pressed against the wooden frame, his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes—those intense, amber eyes—were trained on me the moment the door opened. He hadn’t moved. He hadn’t left. He had been waiting this whole time. My breath caught in my throat, my heart skipping a beat as our eyes locked. He looked… different. There was a quiet intensity about him, something more controlled but no less dangerous. The air between us felt heavy, charged with an unspoken tension that neither of us acknowledged but both of us felt. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the wave of emo
"Come, let's eat something first," Aiden said, his voice calm yet carrying that unmistakable edge of authority. His gaze lingered on my neck, where the bite mark—his mark—was hidden beneath my hair. There was an intensity in his eyes that made my heart flutter. I nodded quietly, trying to appear composed. My hand moved instinctively to my hair, wanting to flick it back to cover the mark, to hide the evidence of his claim on me. But just as my fingers reached the strands, Aiden’s hand shot out, his fingers curling around my wrist with a firm, unyielding grip. The sudden contact startled me, and I gasped softly, looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, almost predatory, as they bore into mine. “I didn’t claim you to hide it, Isabella,” he said, his voice low and commanding. His words sent a shiver down my spine, and my heart skipped a beat at the possessiveness lacing his tone. “You’re my Luna now. I want everyone to know who you belong to and what position you hold.” I swallo
Dear readers,This is the latest chapter of the book, but I recommend waiting for the updated versions of previous chapters before continuing. I understand that many of you have paid to read those chapters, and it's important that the content reflects the story correctly. I’ve already revised the chapters, specifically from 61 to 70, and they are now under review by my editor. Once approved, the original content will be updated.I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused, and I appreciate your understanding and patience during this process ———"Come, let's eat something first," Aiden said, his voice calm yet carrying that unmistakable edge of authority. His gaze lingered on my neck, where the bite mark—his mark—was hidden beneath my hair. There was an intensity in his eyes that made my heart flutter.I nodded quietly, trying to appear composed. My hand moved instinctively to my hair, wanting to flick it back to cover the mark, to hide the evidence of his claim
I had never felt this much authority in my entire life. Every step I took, I could feel the eyes of the servants following me, but not in the way I had experienced before. This was different. Their gazes dropped to the ground in unison, as if they dared not make eye contact with me. Respect... or was it fear? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that something had shifted, something irreversible.I stiffened at Aiden’s side, trying to make sense of it all, but the weight of their stares made my skin prickle. I could practically feel the intensity in the air as we passed through the corridor, the quiet shuffle of the servants moving aside as we approached. My instincts screamed at me to retreat, to slip into the shadows as I had always done, but Aiden’s hand slid down my waist, his grip tightening in an unspoken gesture of reassurance.His touch was firm, grounding me as if to say, *This is where you belong now.*The tension in my shoulders lessened ever so slightly at his touch, though my mi
As I sat there, Aiden's words echoed in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. His possessive tone, the dominance in his voice, left me speechless. I wasn't sure how to respond, or if I even could. It wasn’t just the words he spoke, it was the he had said this, the undeniable pull that seemed to bind us closer with each passing moment. My heart pounded against my ribs as I picked at the food on my plate, my appetite long gone.The way his hand never left my waist during the meal, the way his fingers occasionally tightened as if reminding me of his presence, made my body react in ways I couldn’t understand. My mind warred between resistance and submission, between the desire to push him away and the need to stay close. Aiden had marked me. I was his now. And despite the fear that still simmered beneath the surface, a part of me had begun to accept that.I hated that part of myself.“Eat,” Aiden’s voice rumbled from beside me, pulling me from my thoughts. His tone was firm, but not ha
“That’s a relief,” he chuckled, his hand finding mine over the center console, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad she sees that my intentions are good.” I squeezed his hand back, the simple touch sending a current of gratitude through me. “She does. And it means the world to me that you were there, that you’re here now.” Aiden’s smile didn’t wane as he turned the car onto the highway, the sparse traffic allowing him a moment to glance my way. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Isabella. You know that.” I nodded, watching the scenery blur past us. The night was clear, the stars scattered across the sky like dusted silver, and I felt a pull to share more with him—to dive into the depths of my thoughts and emotions. “It’s just…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “Today made me realize how much I’ve changed. How much we’ve changed, together. I used to feel like an outsider everywhere I went. But with you, I’m home.” Aiden’s grip on my hand tightened.We drove in comfortable s
The car’s headlights cut through the darkness as we left the orphanage, the comforting presence of old friends and the familiar backdrop fading into the night. The drive back to the mansion that I’d slowly begun to call home was quieter than usual, yet filled with a resonant peace that settled around Aiden and me like a soft shawl.“I can’t believe how well today went,” I started, my voice tinged with wonder and relief. I glanced over at Aiden, who was focused on the road, the soft glow of the dashboard lights casting gentle shadows across his face. “It felt so good to talk with my mother about everything—well, almost everything.”Aiden’s slight smile grew as he listened, his eyes reflecting a warmth that drew me further into my recount. “And she seems to really like you,” I added, my tone lifting with pride.“That’s a relief,” he chuckled, his hand finding mine over the center console, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad she sees that my intentions are good.”I squeezed his hand ba
As we settled around the table, the buzz of conversation filling the room, I began to share my journey or should I say the lies I had build in my mind just in case for the moments like these. I spoke of the cities and the sights, my words painting a picture of freedom and discovery. But I carefully chose my words, the reasons why I had really left, and the secrets that Aiden and I shared. Aiden, meanwhile, ate quietly, his presence a steady calm next to my animated storytelling. Every now and then, he would chime in with a comment or a clarification, his voice smooth and engaging. The group was visibly taken with him, their questions turning from my travels to how we had met. “It’s actually quite a story,” Aiden began, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. “You see, Isabella literally bumped into me in a coffee shop.” Laughter rippled around the table, and I felt a bubble of laugh making its way to my throat at the thought of Aiden making up a story of how we met. “I w
As we settled around the table, the buzz of conversation filling the room, I began to share my journey or should I say the lies I had build in my mind just in case for the moments like these. I spoke of the cities and the sights, my words painting a picture of freedom and discovery. But I carefully chose my words, the reasons why I had really left, and the secrets that Aiden and I shared. Aiden, meanwhile, ate quietly, his presence a steady calm next to my animated storytelling. Every now and then, he would chime in with a comment or a clarification, his voice smooth and engaging. The group was visibly taken with him, their questions turning from my travels to how we had met. “It’s actually quite a story,” Aiden began, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. “You see, Isabella literally bumped into me in a coffee shop.” Laughter rippled around the table, and I felt a bubble of laugh making its way to my throat at the thought of Aiden making up a story of how we met. “I w
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 r
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