Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "I wanted to hate you. I really really did" I admitted quietly. "God, I tried so hard to blame you entirely. But..." I took a shaky breath. "You lost Iris. You had to kill your own sister to protect your pack. I can't even imagine..."Roman's jaw clenched at the mention of Iris, pain flashing across his features. Without thinking, I reached out and touched his arm. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing under my touch."She wasn't my sister anymore," he said hoarsely. "She'd.... become a complete stranger by then. But sometimes I still see her as she was before, you know? Playing with the pups, laughing at packk gatherings...""We've both lost too much," I whispered.His large hand covered mine, warm and calloused. My breath hitched as he gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering against my cheek. The gesture was so tender, so unlike the commanding Alpha everyone else saw."When you first came he
It was night when I stood alone in the courtyard, the silvery moonlight casting everything in an ethereal glow. The stillness pressed against me, heavy and familiar, as I tried to sort through the chaos in my mind. I’d been avoiding everyone lately, burying myself in healer duties while wrestling with everything Kieran had told me about being a Lunar soul. The memory of his words still rang in my ears.. 'The marks on your skin, your connection to the moon, your ability to sense emotions... it all points to you, Mirabelle. The first Lunar Soul in over a century.' I'd walked out of his study that day without a reply, the weight of it all suffocating. Another prophecy. Another destiny I hadn't asked for. Since then, I'd been relapsing— swinging between thinking I'd made peace with Adeline’s death to hating Roman and the world all over again. But n o matter how hard I tried, the past clung to me, unshakable. "Cant sleep?" Roman's deep voice startled me. I didn't turn, keeping my
In the morning, I made my way to the infirmary. My days had settled into a monotonous rhythm since Adeline's death— wake up, work, and do my best to avoid the hollow ache that had taken root in my chest. It was a simple routine, mechanicl and numb, but it was what kept me going. The silver necklace I had given her still hung around my neck, its weight a constant reminder of what I'd lost. I'd taken to fidgeting with it absentmindedly, the smooth metal grounding me in moments when the grief threatened to seep throug the cracks. The infirmary was quiet when I arrived, the shelves of medical supplies waiting to be organized, the cots empty for now. I liked the stillness. It gave me something to focus on, something to control. I was sorting through vials of antiseptic and bandages when the commotion began. Shouts echoed from the direction of the main gate, sharp and frantic. My fingers froze mid-motion as the noise grew louder— footsteps thundering closer, voices overlapping in ur
"Sir?" Aiden's voice was small but steady. "Are.. you the Alpha?" Roman's expression softened, just slightly. "I am." he said. "You're safe here pup." Aiden’s eyes brightened, and he turned to Fenrir. "Fenrir saved me," he said with quiet pride. "He's a hero." The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I watched Roman's reaction carefully. His expression was unreadable as he studied Fenrir, who looked almost embarrassed by .the boy’s praise. "Is that so?" Roman said, his tone measured. "Then it seems we owe him our thanks." It wasn't much, but it was the first acknowledgment Roman had given Fenrir since I'd started defending his place in the pack. It felt like a step forward, however small. As the day wore on, Fenrir stayed by Aiden's side, helping me change bandages and keeping the boy distracted with stories. His deep voice took on a warmth I hadn't thought possible, weaving tales of daring adventures and mythical creatures. Aiden hung on every word, his laug
ROMAN ______ i paced the length of my study, my boots wearing a path in the ancient carpet as reports from our scouts piled up on my desk. Something wasn't right. The patterns of movement along our borders were erratic, unusual— too unusual to be random. The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the windows, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air, much like the rogues dancing around our territory. "Another scout reported strange tracks near the eastern border." Elijah said, tossing yet another scroll onto my desk. His usually composed demeanor showed signs of strain, dark circles under his eyes betraying sleepless nights. "They don't match Cassandra's usual patterns. And Marcus found three deer carccasses, completely drained of blood." "Damn it.." I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "She's playing with us. I can feel it." I picked up one of the reports, scanning the detailed descriptions of peculiar markings found on trees—markings that seemed to form some
The room fell silent. Kieran cleared his throat, shuffling his papers with forced casualness. "Roman you're letting your feelings for her cloud your judgment." I whirled on him, feeling my eyes flash Alpha red. "Watch yourself Kieran" "No, you watch yourself." he shot back, standing his ground despite the way his wolf must have been urging him to submit. "Belle is stronger than you give her credit for. And whether you like it or not, she's part of this now. The prophecy—" "Fuck the prophecy!" I roared, sending more books tumbling. "I don't care what some dusty old books say. I won't sacrifice her!" "Your feelings for her are making you weak," Elijah said softly, his words cutting deepe r because of our long friendship. "The pack needs their Alpha thinking clearly. We all remember Adeline, but Belle isn't her." I wanted to rip something apart. They didn't understand. How could they? The mere thought of Belle in danger made my wolf thrash against its cage. The memory of Adel
MIRABELLE _______The council chamber was suffocating. I sat in my usual seat the one directly across from Roman and tried to keep my composure as the debate grew more heated. Voices clashed, each one louder than the last, until it felt like the very stone walls of the fortress might crumble under the weight of their arguments. The council had gathered to discuss the latest rogue attacks on the borders, but as usual, it had devolved into finger-pointing and bickering. Roman sat at the head of the table, his dark eyes scanning the room like a predator sizing up its prey. His presence was commanding, as always, but tonight there was a sharpness to him, a barely contained storm simmering beneath the surface. His jaw was clenched so tightly I feared it might crack. "Enough!" Roman's voice cut through the noise like a blade, silencing the room instantly. "This isn't getting us anywhere. We need solutions, not endless complaints." "And what solutions are you offering, Alpha?" one of t
The question caught me off guard. "Yes." I said cautiously. "I never told you the whole story." He stared straight ahead, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. "My father was...." He paused, his jaw tightening. "He was a cruel bastard. Strong Alpha, but a terrible father. He used to pit Iris and me against each other, always testing, always pushing. The day he died, Iris was supposed to become Alpha. She was older, and he'd been grooming her for it. But something in her had broken." I watched him closely, noting the way his hands trembled slightly as he spoke. "... what happened?" I asked gently. "She went mad with power," he said, his voice hollow. "Started killing pack members who opposed her, tortured others for sport. I had to..." He swallowed hard, his throat working against the emotion threatening to choke him. "I had to put her down myself. My own sister. She was laughing as she died, covered in the blood of three pups she'd just slaughtered." "Roman..." The weight of his c
The soft ligh of the full moon bathed the gardens in silver light as I stood by the fountain, my fingers trailing through the cool water. six months. Six months had passed since the final battle, since we'd driven Cassandra into exile and brought peace to Shadowfang. Sometimes it still felt surreal, like a dream I might wake from at any moment.I touched the silver necklace at my throat, the one that had belonged to my mother, then Adelne. Though the pain of losing my sister would never fully fade, I'd learned to carry it differently now. The weight of it had transformed from a burden into a reminder of why we fought so hard for peace."There you are." Roman's deep voice came from behind me. Even now, after all these months together, his presence still sent a shiver down my spine.I turned to face him, drinking in the sight of him. He'd foregone his usual battle-ready attire for something softer, a simple black shirt that clung to his muscled chest and dark pants. His dark hair was
"It's beautiful." I breathed, leaning against him as we stood among the moonlit flowers. "Stay with me." Roman said suddenly, turning to face me. His eyes were intense, vulnnerable in a way I rarely saw. "Not as my healer, not because of duty or prophecy. Stay because you want to. Because this— us, it's real." My heart thundered in my chest. "Roman..." "I know I fucked up." he continued, his voice raw with emotion. "I know I hurt you, and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make that right. But Belle," he cupped my face in his hands, his calloused thumbs gently stroking my cheeks "I can't imagine my life without you in it anymore. These past few days, watching you lie there so still... it nearly broke me." Tears pricked at my eyes as memories flooded back, Adeline's sweet face, the anger and pain that had consumed me after her death, the way I'd lashed out at Roman. But I also remembered his patience, his gradual transformation from the cold Alpha to the man who h
My eyelids felt heavy as consciousness slowly returned, like wading through a. thick fog. The familiar scent of herbs and healing balms filled my nostrils, mixed with something else— something distinctly masculine and comforting that made my heart flutter. Roman. I blinked several times, adjusting to the soft candlelight that illuminated the infirmary. My body ached, but it wasn't the sharp, devastating pain I remembered from channeling my Lunar Soul powers. This was more like the dull throb of healing muscles, a reminder that I was still alive. "Hey there little healer." Roman's deep voice came from beside me, rough with exhaustion but warm with affection. I turned my head to find him sitting in a chair next to my bed, his large hand enveloping mine. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usually neat hair was disheveled as if he'd been running his fingers through it repeatedly. His clothes were wrinkled, suggesting he hadn't changed in days. "You look terrible," I managed to
The sight of him hurt, bloodied and struggling, triggered something deep and primal inside me. Heat surged through my chest, different from the destructive power I had felt earlier. This was something new....something pure. Without thinking, I raised my trembling hands and reached toward him. Light. Bright and blinding. It flowed from my fingertips, enveloping Roman in a golden glow. He froze for a moment, his head snapping toward me in shock, but I couldn't stop. The light wrapped around him, seeping into his body, and as I watched, his wounds began to knit themselves together. The gashes on his face closed, the blood disappearing as if it had never been there. Roman’s eyes blazed with renewed strength, and he let out a roar— half-wolf, half-man— as he turned back to Cassandra. "NO!!!!" Cassandra shrieked, her voice high and panicked. She lunged at me, her movements wild and desperate, but Roman was faster. He intercepted her mid-leap, his massive jaws closing around
MIRABELLE ---------I collapsed to my knees as Lucien's body disintegrated, the power draining from me like blood from a mortal wound. My entire body trembled, my hands shaking violently as I tried to steady them. The taste of copper filled my mouth, sharp and metallic, but satisfaction coursed through my veins like a balm to my soul. Adeline had been avenged.The weight of her death, the endless nights of guilt and grief, lifted from my shoulders— if only slightly.But the cost was high. I could barely breathe, barely think, as the energy I had summoned to end Lucien left me hollow. The wind carried the acrid scent of blood and ash, the battlefield around me littered with bodies of rogues and allies alike. It was chaos, pure and unrelenting, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the spot where Lucien had stood moments before. There was nothing left of him now— just ash swirling in the cold air."Belle!"Roman’s voice cut through the din, sharp and commanding, but tinged w
Through the mayhem, I caught glimpses of my pack fighting with everything they had. Elijah, my Beta, was a blur of motion, his massive gray wolf ripping through rogues with deadly precision. Fenrir, the once-mistrusted rogue who'd proven his loyalty time and time again, stood guard over the infirmary entrance where Belle worked. His hulking form was a wall of muscle and fur, and any rogue foolish enough to approach him was quickly dispatched. I spun, dodging the snapping jaws of a rogue before sinking my teeth into his throat. His gurgled scream was cut short as I tore him apart, my wolf howling in triumph. But there was no time to revel in the kill. More were coming. "ROMAN!!" Cassandra's voice cut through the carnage like a blade. I turned, my eyes narrowing as I spotted her atop a pile of bodies, her silver hair matted with blood, her eyes wild with hatred. She was in her human form, her slender frame deceptively fragile-looking as she surveyed the battlefield with a cruel smi
ROMAN-------The stench of blood and ash filled my nostrils as I stood at the fortress gates, watching the horizon darken with approaching rogues. My heart pounded against my chest, not from fear, but from rage. Belle stood beside me, her fingers intertwined with mine, the silver necklace glinting at her throat. That necklace was more than just a keepsake—it was a symbol of everything we'd lost, and everything we were about to protect. "They're coming" I growled, feeling my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin. My claws itched to emerge, my body vibrating with the need to fight. "At least five hundred of them." Belle squeezed my hand, her grip stronger than I expected. "We're ready." Her voice was steel now, so different from the frightened healer who'd first arrived at Shadowfang. The past months had hardened her, shaped her into something fierce and unstoppable. She wasn’t just a healer anymore—she was a warrior in her own right, though she’d never admit it. I turned to her
His kisses continued downward, his hands sliding over my hips as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants. He paused, looking up at me for permission, and I nodded, lifting my hips to help him pull them off. His eyes burned as they roamed over me, now nearly bare before him."You're perfect," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Every inch of you."Heat coiled low in my belly as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin in a way that made me gasp. He kissed his way higher, his hands gently parting my legs, and when his lips brushed against the thin fabric of my underwear, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me."Roman..." I whispered, my voice shaky with both nerves and anticipation."I’ve got you," he said softly, his hands stroking my thighs in reassurance. "Just let me take care of you."He pulled my underwear down slowly, his gaze never leaving mine as he bared me completely to him. I felt vulnerable, exposed, bu
MIRABELLE_______I stood at my bedroom window, watching the storm clouds gather overhead. The prophecy echoed in my mind, each word feeling like a physical weight on my chest. My fingers traced Adeline's necklace, remembering her smile, her laugh, her final moments.A knock at my door broke through my thoughts. I knew who it was before he even spoke."Belle" Roman's voice was rough with emotion. "Please let me in."I considered ignoring him, but my feet moved of their own accord. When I opened the door, he looked wrecked. His usually perfect hair was disheveled, like he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly, and his eyes held a desperate intensity that made my heart clench."You can't do this," he said immediately, stepping into my room and closing the door. "I won't let you sacrifice yourself.""It's not your choice to make." I replied softly, turning back to the window. "You heard Kieran. It has to be my decision.""Fuck the prophecy!!" He grabbed my arm, spinning me to f