Semua Bab Alpha's begging me back home: Bab 51 - Bab 60

“No reason!” Nathan replied, dismissing her without a second thought, his werewolf arrogance on full display. In the werewolf pack, his word was often considered final, but Isabella was no longer willing to submit.Isabella’s nails almost dug into her flesh, her werewolf claws instinctively wanting to lash out. “It’s because Victoria is going with you to the banquet, isn’t it?”Nathan’s face showed a moment of discomfort, his wolf ears twitching slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. “Isabella, your sister is more suited for such occasions than you. In our werewolf social events, certain qualities are valued more.”Isabella’s fingers curled into fists, her werewolf strength barely contained.In Nathan’s mind, it was as if a permanent mark had been etched onto her—one of shallow ignorance, without background or education. Even though she was now Miss Thea, a globally renowned fashion designer, the prejudice Nathan held against her still stirred feelings of inferiority deep wi

Victoria hurriedly stepped back, flustered, her werewolf instincts sensing danger. "I can't drink," she stammered, her voice betraying her unease. In the werewolf - dominated business events, being unable to hold one's own in social drinking was a sign of weakness.A sharp, mocking laugh came from the crowd. "What are you pretending for? Everyone knows that there are only two kinds of women at events like this: the wives of company CEOs, or assistants who work for them. You're neither Mrs. Hill, nor willing to help Mr. Hill, so what are you even doing here? In our werewolf - run corporate circles, such behavior is unacceptable." The voice was laced with the scorn of a werewolf who valued status and proper conduct.Victoria's face turned pale, her expression a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Her werewolf pride was stung, and she could feel the judgmental eyes of the pack - like gathering on her.Nathan stepped forward to rescue her. "My wife had an urgent matter and couldn’t attend

"I don’t feel sorry for you one bit."Isabella wanted to scream in hysterical fury, her werewolf instincts howling for release, but her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to throw a tantrum. Instead, she shot him a cold glance, her werewolf eyes filled with disgust, before turning to stare out the window. In the werewolf hierarchy, showing weakness through a tantrum was not an option for a proud female like her.Nathan felt a sudden wave of unease. He reached out to tend to the blood - stained puncture on her arm, but Isabella turned away, stubbornly presenting her thin back to him. Her werewolf pride wouldn't let her accept his touch.Her voice was cold enough to freeze a bull."Nathan, stay away from me. You disgust me."Nathan froze, his hand hovering in mid - air. The atmosphere became tense and oppressive, charged with the unspoken aggression of a werewolf standoff.A while later, the blood test results came back.As Nathan went to fetch the report, Isabella closed her eyes in despair

Nathan dismissed Victoria's parents with a few curt words, his werewolf impatience showing. In the werewolf - family context, dealing with in - laws' pleas was a tiresome chore. Then, he dragged his heavy steps into the house, his werewolf gait sluggish.As he passed by Isabella's room, he didn’t ignore it as he usually did, but instead paused at the door. His werewolf senses were on edge, sensing a change in the air around Isabella.He stood there for a while, his thoughts jumbled. He tried to figure out why Isabella had become so cold, indifferent, and cruel, but none of the reasons seemed convincing enough. In the werewolf bond, such a drastic change in a mate was concerning.How did she change like this?Unable to hold back, Nathan knocked on the door. His werewolf knuckles rapped against the wood with a force that betrayed his agitation.He knocked for a while, but there was no response from inside.Nathan’s face darkened. “Isabella, I know you’re inside. Open the door. I need to

The name *City of Cycles*—it was almost etched into Isabella’s very bones. In the werewolf - like memories that seemed to span lifetimes, this name carried a weight of significance. Even though a lifetime had passed, the memories related to it were still as clear as yesterday. This *Heart Lock*, in her past life, had once been passed to her daughter. It accompanied her for the briefest of years, but was her daughter’s most treasured possession. In the werewolf - family traditions, heirlooms like this held deep emotional and often magical value. In this life, she couldn’t bring her daughter into this world. But she could buy things her daughter had once loved, as a way to remember. And more importantly, this *Heart Lock*, as far as she knew, held some kind of magical power—it could potentially allow for the cycle of life to repeat. Of course, that was just her theory. In the werewolf - related lore, there were tales of magical artifacts with such powers. She needed to get it, t