Dawn was creeping through my windows when Roman started thrashing again.
I jolted awake from my chair, nearly knocking over my cup of cold tea. His skin was burning up, even by werewolf standards, and sweat soaked the sheets beneath him. The sight of him— a man so powerful, so utterly in control— reduced to this state sent a sharp pang through my chest for some reason. "Shit.." I muttered, pressing my palm to his forehead. The heat practically scorched my skin. Whatever poison they'd used, his body was still fighting it, and losing. His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, his jaw tight even in unconsciousness. I grabbed fresh cloths and my basin of cool water, trying to bring his temperature down. As I wiped his chest, his muscles tensed under my touch, his entire body coiled tight even while unconscious. Werewolves were always like this— predatory, even when vulnerable. I tried not to notice how my fingers trembled slightly against his burning skin. It wasn't fear, though.. No, fear would have been easier to rationalize. "Damn it Belle focus." I scolded myself aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. "He's a patient, not a piece of meat." "Enjoying the view, little healer?" I nearly jumped out of my skin, the cloth slipping from my fingers into the basin with a loud splash. His golden eyes were open, slitted with pain but still bright with that dark amusement he seemed to carry like a second skin. "You're burning up," I said, ignoring his comment and the heat rising to my cheeks. "The poison's still in your system." He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down with both hands on his chest. The moment my palms made contact, it was as though a spark of electricity shot through me. His eyes darkened, locking onto mine, and my hands froze before I quickly pulled them away. "I need to check your wounds," I said, proud that my voice remained steady despite the way my pulse was hammering in my ears. "Try not to move." "So bossy," he drawled, though he stayed still. "Tell me, do you order everyone around like this, or am I special?" "I order around anyone stupid enough to get themselves half-killed on my doorstep," I shot back, peeling back the bandages on his torso. The gashes were healing, but slower than they should for a werewolf. His kind were infamous for their rapid regeneration, but these wounds were still raw and angry-looking.. "These should be closing faster," I muttered, more to myself than to him. "The poison slows the healing," he explained through gritted teeth. "Makes us vulnerable." "Like regular wolves, then?" I couldn't resist the jab. It was easier to focus on sniping at him than on the heat radiating off his body or the way his muscles flexed under my touch. His hand shot out, snaring my wrist in an iron grip. "I am nothing like a regular wolf, little healer. You'd do well to remember that." His voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down my spine. But I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. "And you'd do well to remember that you’re in my care. I don't respond well to threats, Alpha or not." To my surprise, he laughed, though it quickly turned into a grimace. "Fuck, don't make me laugh! Everything hurts." "Good. Maybe pain will teach you some manners." I twisted my wrist free and turned to grab my herbs. "I need to make a stronger poultice. The poison is fighting your healing ability." His eyes tracked me as I moved around the small cottage, gathering ingredients and grinding them into a paste. "You know a lot about werewolf anatomy for a human." "My grandmother was a healer before me," I said without looking at him. "She believed in being prepared for anything." I ground the herbs with more force than necessary, trying to ignore the way his gaze felt like a physical weight on my back. "Including arrogant werewolves who think intimidation is a personality trait." "Your grandmother sounds wise," he said, shifting slightly on the bed and wincing. "And you sound bitter. Bad experience with my kind?" I paused, the pestle stilling in my hand.Memories of blood and fire flickered at the edges of my mind, but I shoved them back into the box where I kept them locked away. "Let's just say I've seen what werewolves can do to a village when they’re feeling territorial." "Ah.." His tone softened slightly, losing some of its usual sharpness. "We're not all monsters you know." "No?" I turned to face him, the freshly mixed poultice in my hands. "Then what are you? " His lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. "Complicated." "That's one word for it," I muttered, kneeling beside the bed. "This is going to sting like a bitch." "Such language from a proper village healer," he teased, though his smirk faltered when I pressed the poultice to the first wound. "Fuck!" "I warned you." I tried to be gentle, but the wounds were deep, and the poison had left the surrounding skin inflamed and tender. "So, are you going to tell me what happened? What kind of wolves use poison?" His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck standing out in
I watched Mirabelle squirm in her seat as the village elders deliberated, her back impossibly straight as if sheer posture could hold her together. The candlelight caught the flecks of gold in her brown eyes, making them spark with defiance even as she tried to maintain a calm exterior. Her hands were folded tightly in her lap, knuckles white, and her lips pressed into a thin line. Her scent— lavender and herbs, mixed with a hint of fear she couldn’t quite hide— filled my nostrils. It was intoxicating, though I'd never admit it aloud. She was trying so hard to appear unshaken, but even I could see the cracks in her armor."This is bullshit." I muttered, loud enough for her to hear. The wound in my side still ached, sending flashes of pain through my ribs with every deep breath, but it was a dull ache compared to the smoldering anger I felt toward these pompous elders. Their self-righteous deliberation was dragging on far too long, and I could feel the tension radiating off of Mira
"When do we leave?" she asked quietly, her voice devoid of its usual fire."Tomorrow at dawn," I answered, my tone softer than I intended. "Pack light. It's a three-day ride to Shadowfang."The meeting dispersed, the elders shuffling out one by one, leaving Belle and me alone in the candlelit room. She sat rigid in her chair, staring at the table as if it held all the answers to her unspoken questions. I lingered by the door, watching her. "This isn't personal," I said after a moment, surprising even myself with the need to explain. "You saved my life. I'm returning the favor.""By forcing me from my home?!" she shot back, her voice trembling with barely restrained emotion. She finally looked up at me, and the pain in her eyes hit me like a physical blow. "Some favor."I crossed the room in two long strides, leaning down until we were eye level. "Would you prefer I leave you to Cassandra's mercy?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Because I promise you, little healer, she has non
MIRABELLE_______I woke before dawn with a knot in my stomach. The room I'd called home for years felt foreign now, filled with half-packed bags and the weight of impending departure. Last night's confrontation with Roman still burned in my mind — his arrogance, his touch, the way he'd crowded my space like he owned it. Like he owned.... me. "Fucking werewolves," I muttered, shoving another handful of herbs into my satchel. "I heard that." I spun around to find Roman leaning against my doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. Even injured, he moved like a predator - silent and deadly. The morning light caught his golden eyes, making them glow with an otherworldly intensity. "Ever heard of knocking?" I snapped, trying to calm my racing heart. He smirked. "Your heart's racing, little healer. Nervous?" "Go to hell..." "You know," he pushed off the doorframe and stalked toward me, "most people would show more respect to the Alpha protecting them." I stood my ground as he approac
Roman was waiting outside, his expression unreadable as he watched me wipe away tears. About an hour or so later, I stood in the village square with my meager belongings. Roman's pack surrounded us — twenty warriors, all watching me with varying degrees of suspicion and curiosity. "Mount up." Roman barked, leading a dappled mare to my side. "She's gentle enough, for a beginner." I swung into the saddle with practiced ease, enjoying the surprise on his face. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises, Alpha." He chuckled darkly. "So I'm learning." The first few hours of the journey passed in tense silence. I rode between two warriors - Elijah, Roman's Beta, and a fierce-looking woman I learned was named Lila, who seemed to take personal offense at my existence. "Keep up human," Lila suddenly sneered as my horse slowed to navigate a rough patch of trail. "Screw off wolf," I muttered through clenched teeth. She wheeled her horse around, eyes flashing gold. "What did you say?" "You
The journey to the pack grounds had been tense and exhausting. After three days of hard riding, my thighs were raw and my back ached fiercely. Roman kept us moving at a punishing pace, only stopping when absolutely necessary. Every time I complained, he'd scan the treeline with those unnaturally golden eyes and mutter something about 'staying ahead of them.' We arrived at the temporary camp just before sunset on the third day. I nearly fell off my horse, but Roman was there instantly, his strong hands steadying me. "Easy," he murmured, and for a moment his touch was almost gentle. Then his expression hardened again. "Elijah, get her settled. The rest of you, perimeter check." The camp was larger than I expected – maybe thirty wolves in total. They moved with practiced efficiency, setting up tents and organizing watches. I noticed how they gave me a wide berth, their eyes curious but wary. Elijah led me to a small tent near the center of camp. "It's not much," he said apologeti
"It looks like a prison." I said before I could stop myself. To my surprise, he laughed. "For some of us, it is." At my alarmed look, he added, "Not literally. But being part of a pack.... it comes with chains of its own." "Is that why you stay? Obligation?" Elijah's expression turned serious. "I stay because Roman is a good Alpha, despite what you might think. He's made mistakes, but he's trying to build something better here." "By kidnapping healers?" "By protecting those who need it." He gave me a pointed look. "Even when they don't want to be protected." Before I could respond, Roman's voice rang out. "Gates!" The massive iron gates creaked open, and we rode into a courtyard filled with more wolves. The air was thick with tension as they caught my scent. Roman dismounted and strode to my horse, reaching up to help me down. His hands lingered on my waist a moment too long. "Welcome to Shadowfang," he said quietly. A tall, elegant woman pushed through the crowd
ROMAN______I couldn't sleep. Again. The same fucking nightmares kept haunting me, replaying like a broken record in my head. Iris's betrayal, my mother's death, the weight of all my failures crushing me until I could barely breathe.. I paced my chambers like a caged animal, my bare feet silent against the cold stone floor, the sharp chill of the stone doing little to ground me. Shadows crowded the corners of the room, flickering with the faint light of the dying fire, but they felt like they were closing in on me. Suffocating me. The fortress was quiet at this hour, most of my pack sleeping soundly while I wrestled with my demons. Only the occasional howl from the forest beyond the walls broke the silence, the sounds of my kind haunting in their own way. I should have been comforted by it, reassured by the strength of the pack I'd built, but instead, it felt like a reminder of how far I'd fallen. How much blood it had taken to get here. But there was one other person I kn
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