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
The moment the maids entered the dining hall, the atmosphere shifted. The quiet clinking of glasses and the soft shuffle of feet as they cleaned the table and arranged the wine glasses for everyone made the tension palpable. I watched them move around the room with precision, their eyes never daring to meet mine, but I could feel their lingering glances on the mark at my neck, as if it were some kind of unspoken signal that everything had changed. I sat there, my hands clasped in my lap, unsure of what to do or say. The weight of what was happening pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I knew what was coming next, and it terrified me. Aiden’s packmates were waiting outside, waiting to meet me, to acknowledge me as their Luna. And then, after that… after that, the news would spread to the other packs, including Darius. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I wasn’t ready for this. Everything was happening too soon, and I needed time to adjust to this new life, where power
Aiden’s hand tightened slightly on the back of my chair, a silent gesture of support. He didn’t say anything, but his presence alone was enough to remind me that I wasn’t alone in this. That, as much as I might feel out of place, I was still *his*.Once they all had offered their greetings, Marcus spoke again. “We will spread the news to the other packs, as you requested, Alpha,” he said, addressing Aiden directly now. “They will know that the bond has been completed.”Aiden nodded, his expression unreadable. “Good,” he said simply, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable authority. “Let them know that Isabella is my Luna. And that any challenge to her is a challenge to me.”His words sent a chill down my spine. There was a darkness in his tone, a warning that made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate any threats to me or my position. It was both comforting and terrifying at the same time.They nodded in agreement, their postures stiffening slightly at the unspoken threat in Aiden’s words.
As I sat across from Aiden, trying to make sense of what he’d just asked, his words echoed in my mind, filling me with a confusing swirl of emotions."Do you want to go and meet your mother?"I hadn’t expected him to ask that, especially after everything that had happened between us. My initial reaction was one of caution. Was he testing me? The thought that this could somehow be a trap to see if I’d still try to leave gnawed at me. Taking a steadying breath, I responded carefully.“No,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. But even as I spoke the word, I felt a heaviness settle over my heart because it wasn’t true. Deep down, the desire to see my mother—to reassure her, to know I’m okay—was overwhelming. But I’d rather deny it than risk Aiden’s trust again.He chuckled softly, the sound sending a heat wave throughout my body. I watched as he leaned back, his gaze never leaving mine. There was a strange warmth in his eyes, something unreadable that made my stomach tighten.“Why wo
I felt a mixture of emotions, each one battling for dominance. I wanted to push him away, to keep him at a safe distance. But there was also a pull, a strange, undeniable attraction that made it impossible to deny him. “I don’t have to prove anything,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, though I could feel my resolve slipping. He smirked, leaning in closer until I could feel his breath against my skin. “Then why are you still here?” he murmured, his eyes flicking down to my lips. “If you truly didn’t want this, you would have walked away by now.” The truth of his words stung, and I hated that he was right. I wanted to deny it, to claim that this was all a game, a twisted power play that meant nothing to me. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t true. I cared. I cared more than I wanted to admit. My mind raced, battling against the swirling emotions he’d stirred up within me, heart pounding, breath catching, caught between the desire to push him away and an undeniable pull that h
I was still catching my breath, my mind reeling from the intensity of the moment. His words echoed in my ears, filling the silence around us, sinking in deep."This is what it means to be mine."His voice was rough, each word threaded with possession, and it left me both shaken and intrigued. I wanted to say something, anything that would cut through the tension filling the room, but the words died in my throat. Instead, I stared at him, searching his gaze for something beyond that fierce intensity. For a brief second, I thought I saw a flicker of vulnerability, something raw, almost hesitant—but then it was gone, replaced by that same confident, unreadable mask."Isabella," he murmured, his hand brushing lightly against my cheek, grounding me. "Are you afraid?"The question caught me off guard, and I forced myself to look him in the eye, unsure of how to answer. *Was I afraid?* Afraid of him? Or of what I felt when I was with him? The truth was, it was both. But I couldn’t bring myse
It had been two weeks since the night Aiden asked me that unexpected question, and now, finally, we were on the eve of leaving to meet my mother. The days had felt strangely calm, almost as if the world had decided to give us a brief respite from all the turmoil and intensity that had defined our relationship. I thought that becoming Aiden's Luna would make everything harder—make me feel more cornered, more pressured—but it had been almost the opposite.Everyone, from the pack members to the maids, had treated me with genuine warmth and kindness. They were patient, even in moments where I fumbled over the things I didn’t know—their world still feeling foreign to me. Aiden, in his own way, had tried to make things as comfortable as possible. He had arranged for a personal maid, Alina, to help me navigate my new responsibilities. Alina had taken her role to heart, always checking in on me, ensuring I had everything I needed. Though I often felt overwhelmed by the attention, her kindness
The night went as smoothly as I had hoped, perhaps even better. The dinner felt almost surreal—like we had stepped out of the intensity of our roles for a moment and into something simpler. As we talked, I found myself opening up to Aiden more than I ever had. He was surprisingly easy to talk to, his gaze softening as he listened to me speak. We talked about everything, from the complexities of being Luna to the things that scared me about this new life. And as the conversation flowed, I realized that things were not as complicated as I had made them out to be. The fear that had coiled around my heart seemed to loosen, if only a little."You know," Aiden said, his eyes meeting mine with a faint grin, "I almost booked the entire restaurant tonight. I thought it would make things easier for you."I blinked, taken aback. "You... what?"He chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, Marcus talked me out of it. Said it would probably make you feel awkward." His lips quirked into a smirk. "I suppose
“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