Novel-novel oleh Dera's ink

He had kissed me, and I had reciprocated.I touched my lips, remembering how last night unfolded, as I prepared myself back to the cottage.After all, I was now hale and healthy.Nyra was helping with my hair as she spoke.“Are you related to that Beatrix lady?”“No,” I replied, my voice a little dry.“But she called you her sister,” she said, locking eyes with mine through the mirror as she braided my hair into buns.“Enough with the questions, please. I’d like to be on my way as soon as possible.”I knew my tone was a bit harsh, but it was the only way to stop Nyra’s endless curiosity.Within minutes, I was back at the cottage.It felt so good to be home. My thoughts drifted to the garden—what happened yesterday.He’s finally breaking the bond, I thought, and a smile crept onto my face.“Eva?” I called my wolf, but there was no response. She’d been quiet since everything happened—and I didn’t know why.I’d assumed it was due to my injuries. But now I am healed. Thanks to the healers

Okay.” The word left my mouth—empty, sharp. But I didn’t mean it. I would never reject the bond. Not now. Not ever. As the silence stretched, something hit my senses—a faint scent. Warm. Familiar. Ayla. My eyes narrowed. Am I imagining things? The scent grew stronger, unmistakable. I mind-linked the nearest guard. Check outside the door. Now. He returned moments later, bowing slightly as he whispered in my ear. “I saw the retreating figure of Lady Ayla and a maid.” Every nerve in my body went on high alert. She was here? She heard me? A storm churned in my chest. Was she coming to see me? Did she think I meant it? That I would actually reject her? Questions flooded my mind—none with answers. I stood up so abruptly the chairs scraped back. All eyes turned to me. “We’ll continue this discussion later,” I said, my voice cold, masking the panic clawing at my gut. I didn’t wait for their reply. I turned and strode out, my Beta and guards quickly falling int

What did I do wrong during the ritual? I followed every instruction, word for word. And yet... the bond didn’t break. If anything, it only grew stronger—tighter. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I thought it was the end. Darkness wrapped around me, quiet and cold. This is it, I thought. It’s over. Then I heard my name. Faint at first... then clearer. Cade. My eyes fluttered open. Barely. “Stay with me, Ayla. Keep your eyes open,” I heard him say. His voice was strained, urgent. A faint smile touched my lips, only to fade just as quickly. “Keep your eyes open, Ayla,” he repeated—this time almost pleading. I thought he didn’t care. Thought all of it—the concern, the kindness—was just a façade. But I was wrong. His hatred had vanished. For good? I don’t know. I’m still an Omega. Before I could dwell on it, he ran—fast, with purpose—and the darkness swallowed me again. --- When Cade left, the maids entered with trays of mouthwatering food. They bowed quickly, but

Bloodhowl Pack Cade POV I paced the corridor, restless and anxious, just beyond the doors. Ayla was inside with the healers. My mind kept replaying the moment I found her. I had heard her voice—faint, almost like a whisper carried by the wind—deep in the heart of the forest. At first, I thought I imagined it. But then it came again, weaker… desperate. Without hesitation, I shifted into my grey wolf, paws pounding against the earth as I ran, faster than my legs could carry me in human form. I found her there—deep in the forest. Lifeless. Lying in a pool of her own blood. I was devastated—confused, desperate—wondering what Ayla was doing in the middle of all this. But I had no time to waste. I scooped her lifeless body into my arms, blood soaking through my shirt. Then—her eyes fluttered. Just barely. Life sparked in them for a second. “Stay with me, Ayla. Keep your eyes open,” I urged. A faint smile touched her lips—fleeting, fragile—and vanished as quickly as it

City…. The dimly lit room was thick with anticipation. Cards shuffled, chips clinked, and players eyed each other warily. The dealer revealed the flop: Ace of Spades, Eight of Hearts, Five of Diamonds. Players murmured, their whispers weaving a tense melody. One player raised the chip clinking against others. "Five hundred." The door pushed open and a masculine figure stepped inside, gaining everyone's attention “Hi, I'm Daniel”. Daniel greeted, looking at the scary mens tearing him with stares. The players looked up, their gazes lingering on him before returning to the game. He cleared his throat, trying to get their attention. “I heard you guys are the werewolves hunter” They glanced at him and a man who looked like their leader burst out laughing and the rest joined. “We don't have money man, go elsewhere” he laughed again, scanning him from head to toe. “I am not joking, I fucking followed one there”. He shouted, feeling annoyed and dejected. “hmm

“I am not here for you Cade, I am here for myself and whether you like it or not, I'm breaking the damn bond no matter the consequences. I'm not living the rest of my life with someone like you”. I poured out my mind and his expression said it all — he was heartbroken. But I didn't care No matter what, I wouldn't let this bond control me. I will make sure I cut this string between us, no matter what I have to lose. I'm not living the rest of my life with Cade. Not after all what he has done to me. He wished me death. I did some digging and I found a way to end this whole mate shit. I don't care what it cost me — I was going to do it. I was still deep in thought when I heard Beatrix's voice “can you just sit down and stop pacing” I shot her a look before finally sinking into the couch opposite her “So what's going on lil sis” “We are literally the same age so stop calling me that” I said, rolling my eyes as memories of my childhood flashed through my mind. I