**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
I sat on the floor for what felt like hours, my back pressed against the wall, knees drawn up to my chest. The tears had long since dried on my cheeks, leaving behind only the numb ache of helplessness. The world I had known—everything I had believed to be real—was shattered beyond recognition. I was bound to a creature of the night, to a man who despised me, and no amount of tears could change that.The room felt colder now, as though Aiden’s presence had sucked all the warmth from the air, leaving behind only shadows and silence. My mind kept replaying Marcus’s words over and over again.**Aiden is a werewolf. You are his mate. You are safe.**Safe. I didn’t feel safe. I felt like a caged bird, trapped in a world I didn’t understand, with no way out. My thoughts spiraled, grasping for answers, for a way to escape the bond that held me. But every time I tried to think of a solution, I came back to the same haunting reality: there was no escape. The bond was unbreakable, and I was tie
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
“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