Semua Bab Alpha's begging me back home: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Isabella sat in front of Ezekiel, the world’s most renowned hypnotist. But what most people didn't know was that Ezekiel was also a powerful werewolf, a secret he kept hidden behind his calm and professional demeanor. His abilities as a hypnotist were enhanced by his supernatural nature, allowing him to delve deeper into the minds of those he helped. Isabella, unaware of his true identity, presented herself before him, her thin face and sunken eyes, combined with her reverent demeanor, making her look like a devout believer."I want to forget someone," she said. Her voice trembled, and even her frail shoulders shook. As a werewolf, Ezekiel could sense the depth of her pain, the raw emotions radiating from her like a palpable aura. It was a pain that cut through the air, tugging at his own instincts.Ezekiel pulled out his old pocket watch. As a werewolf, he had carried this watch for centuries, and it held a special power. After tracing a graceful arc through the air, it fell steadily

Nathan extended his hand toward Isabella. “Come home with me.” The scene faintly overlapped with their first meeting four years ago. Back then, it was in this very spot where a wounded Isabella, driven out of her home by her mother, had curled up in despair. Nathan Hill, a powerful werewolf, had appeared in her life like the dawn breaking through the darkness. His werewolf instincts had been drawn to Isabella's unique scent, a scent that was both innocent and full of pain.Naïve and inexperienced, Isabella had been drawn to his kind and compassionate face. Without hesitation, she followed him.“Sir, why me?” Though young, Isabella understood that nothing in the world came free.Nathan, burdened by his thoughts, took a moment before replying in a low voice, “It has to be you.” But what Isabella didn't know was that Nathan's werewolf pack had a hidden agenda. They had been searching for someone with Isabella's bloodline, a bloodline that held a special power that could benefit their pa

Isabella looked at Victoria and replied readily, “If you want him, then take him.” She said it as if he were a display item on a shelf, available for anyone to claim. As a werewolf, Nathan could detect a new - found strength in Isabella's scent, a strength that was intertwined with a deep - seated hurt.Victoria’s face lit up with joy, and she immediately hugged Nathan tightly. But her happiness was short - lived. She quickly realized that Nathan stood stiffly in her embrace, as if he had turned into stone. Puzzled, she looked up at him and saw that his eyes were fixed on Isabella with an expression so chilling it made her shiver.“Isabella, you must be delirious from your fever. Do you even know what you’re saying?” The Isabella of the past loved him to a suffocating degree. She had given up her cherished career to care for him, endured bitter herbal remedies daily in hopes of bearing his child, and sacrificed her self - respect entirely for his love. She was even nicknamed the "boo

Nathan spoke with confidence, "She can't survive without me. Just wait, it won't even take a week before she realizes how much she needs me and contacts me herself." His werewolf instincts, usually so sharp, were clouded by his arrogance and belief in Isabella's dependence on him. He failed to recognize the profound change that had occurred within her.The housekeeper shook her head and sighed. "You're taking advantage of her love for you, Young Master. But not everyone will wait for you to come around." The housekeeper's words were like a faint warning, but Nathan was too consumed by his own thoughts to heed them.Nathan slumped onto the couch, feeling weary. "This is the last time."In a Foreign LandAfter stepping off the plane, Isabella didn’t leave the airport. Instead, she bought tickets for another city. She wandered through several locations before finally arriving in Milan, Italy. Standing on the unfamiliar streets, surrounded by strangers with pale skin and curly hair, a dee

The youthful face before her overlapped perfectly with the sharp, commanding visage of the man who stood at the apex of power, ruthless and fearsome. As a werewolf, Isabella could sense an otherworldly power radiating from the injured boy, a power that was both familiar and terrifying. The young boy lay sprawled on the bridge, bloodied, his piercingly beautiful yet rebellious eyes darting around as if searching for a lifeline—like an abandoned wolf pup desperate for survival.Tears welled up in Isabella's eyes as she knelt down before him. "Do you want to come with me?" she asked softly. Despite his tattered, dirty clothes, the boy exuded an air of elegance and nobility. Turning his head arrogantly, he asked, "What's your name?"Isabella hesitated briefly. "Thea," she said, concealing her true identity. The boy’s gaze darkened slightly. "What characters are those?""'Nian,' as in 'to remember,' and 'Sheng,' as in 'prosperity,'" she explained gently. The boy suddenly clutched her hand