The impact, though insignificant in strength, is shocking. The sharp sting of her hand against my skin is nothing compared to the searing rage that follows. I can’t remember the last time anyone dared to lay a hand on me, let alone strike me. I hear the echo of the slap, and for a moment, everything freezes.“How dare you!” she yells, her voice shaking with anger and tears. “How dare you put me through this! I could have died, you—you monster!”I stare at her, the shock quickly turning into a dark, burning fury. No one has ever dared to challenge me like this. No one has ever had the audacity to strike me and then stand there, shouting in my face. I can feel the primal anger surging inside me, threatening to take control, to make her pay for this insolence.“You dare to strike me?” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. I can see the fear in her eyes, the way her body trembles, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she glares at me, defiant and furious.“You’re damn right I do! You threw
**Isabella**I don’t know how I manage to drag myself back to the orphanage. My body feels like it’s made of lead, every step a struggle. The adrenaline that fueled my escape has long since worn off, leaving only exhaustion, pain, and a deep, gnawing fear.But even as my legs threaten to give out, even as my bleeding arm throbs with every heartbeat, all I can think about is what just happened. The terror, the fury, the way I stood up to Aiden and struck him… and the way he looked at me afterward, like I was something he needed to destroy.I should be terrified—no, I *am* terrified—but there’s something else too, something that feels dangerously like satisfaction. I slapped him. I stood up to him. In that moment, when the fear boiled over into rage, I wasn’t just a victim—I fought back. And even though I know I’ve only made things worse for myself, there’s a small, dark part of me that feels… proud.But that pride is quickly overshadowed by the stark reality of my situation. I can stil
**Aiden**I stalk through the forest, my mind a storm of rage and confusion. The slap still burns on my cheek, a physical reminder of her defiance. That girl—Isabella—she dared to strike me. Dared to challenge me. And I let her live.I shouldn’t have. I should have crushed her the moment she raised her hand against me. I could have. But I didn’t. And the question that keeps gnawing at me, that keeps fueling my anger, is why.Why did I hold back? Why did I let her walk away? She’s nothing—just a human, weak and terrified, clinging to a life she’s not even equipped to survive. She should have been on her knees, begging for mercy. But instead, she fought back. She struck me.The memory of her slap makes my blood boil. No one has ever dared to touch me like that, to defy me so openly. The audacity, the sheer foolishness of it—it should have cost her everything. But instead of ending her, I found myself holding back, almost… intrigued.The thought is maddening. I am not intrigued by humans
**Isabella**The next morning comes far too quickly, the pale light of dawn creeping through the window like an unwelcome intruder. I wake up with a start, my heart still pounding from the remnants of the nightmares that plagued my sleep. My body feels heavy, as if the fear and exhaustion have settled into my bones, refusing to let go.For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather the strength to move. The events of last night are still fresh in my mind, like a wound that hasn’t had time to heal. I don’t know how I’m supposed to face another day, knowing what’s out there, knowing that Aiden is watching, waiting.But I can’t stay in bed forever. Eventually, someone will notice if I don’t come down for breakfast, and the last thing I need is to draw attention to myself. I need to keep up appearances, need to act like everything is normal, even if it’s the furthest thing from the truth.With a groan, I force myself to sit up, wincing as the pain in my arm flare
The last day and night had been eerily quiet. Aiden didn’t show up, didn’t whisper threats in the dark, didn’t do anything at all. It was unsettling at first—his absence gnawed at me, leaving me on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But as the hours stretched into the next day, that edge began to dull, replaced by a cautious, fragile hope.Maybe—just maybe—he’d lost interest. Maybe I was safe.That small, desperate thought took root, and by the time the morning light began to filter through my window, it had grown into something I almost dared to believe. I got out of bed feeling lighter, almost normal, like I could actually start to piece my life back together. Maybe I could go back to my daily routine, go back to being just another girl in the orphanage. I prayed silently that this peace would last, that the nightmare was finally over.For the first time in what felt like ages, I smiled as I got dressed, the weight of fear lifting just a little. I caught a glimpse of myself i
I woke with a start, gasping for breath as I bolted upright. My eyes darted around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. But nothing was familiar. The small, cramped room where I had cried myself to sleep last night was gone, replaced by an expansive chamber that felt both grand and suffocating. The walls were lined with dark wood paneling, and heavy drapes hung from towering windows that let in only the faintest sliver of light. The ceiling stretched high above, adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to twist and turn in the dim light, like something out of a nightmare.My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed the covers off, my feet hitting the cold, hard floor. I had no memory of how I got here, no recollection of leaving the room where Aiden had tormented me the night before. Panic set in, tightening around my throat like a vice. My breathing became erratic as I stumbled to the nearest door, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the handle.Locked.I pulled harder, my fing
The moment I left Isabella’s room, I felt the weight of the decision I’d been forced to make. Each step I took down the long, dimly lit corridor echoed in the silence, a constant reminder of the burden that now rested on my shoulders. The mansion, my sanctuary, now felt like a gilded cage—no longer a place of solace, but a prison for the both of us.She was my mate. The moment I found this I was so beyond shocked. I couldn’t comprehend with the reality. But when I left her last night I realised what it meant when the pendant around her necklace shined. What was it all about.The very thought made my blood boil with rage. How could fate be so cruel? Of all the beings in this world, why was I cursed with a weak, powerless human as my mate? I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought the urge to lash out. The anger that simmered within me was barely contained, threatening to erupt at any moment.I hated humans. They were the reason my parents were dead, the reason I h
**Isabella**I paced the length of the room, my feet sinking into the plush carpet with each step, though the softness offered no comfort. The air felt heavy, thick with tension that wasn’t just in my mind but all around me. I could still feel Aiden’s presence lingering, even though he had stormed out hours ago. His anger, his disgust—it clung to the walls like a shadow, making it impossible to breathe.I wrapped my arms around myself, my thoughts a whirlwind. Mate. He’d called me his mate, and the word rattled in my brain like a loose, unwelcome stone. I didn’t understand any of it. How could I be bound to him, this cold, angry creature who hated me for reasons I couldn’t comprehend?I wanted answers, but I feared them just as much. The truth was often more terrifying than the unknown.A knock at the door startled me, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet room. My heart jumped into my throat, but I forced myself to remain still.The door creaked open, revealing a tall man I hadn’t s