Isabella’s POV I smoothed my black dress; the fabric clinging to my skin. The heels were elevating my stature, and subtle curls added a whimsical touch. “Beautiful,” I praised myself, applying the final coat of lip gloss. ‘Bella, I’ve reached.’ Bryan’s mind link whispered through my thoughts, sending shivers down my spine. ‘Just two minutes,’ I answered, throwing a last look at my reflection. The mirror showed a confident, radiant woman, and with a satisfied smile, I stepped out of my room. As I descended the stairs and turned left, I suddenly found myself face-to-face with Bryan. My heart skipped a beat. He looked breathtakingly handsome in his fitted black shirt and dark jeans, his eyes shining with warmth. A flutter erupted in my chest, and Jenna, my wolf, stirred in response, her presence heightening my senses. “Bryan,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. His smile widened, and he closed the distance between us. “You look breathtaking, Isabella.” I blushed, feeling a s
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