Novels by Bella

AUTHOR'S POVMud sucked at the heavy leather boots, threatening to swallow Silas whole with every grueling step up the ridge.Securing the bounty for the Ashford girl remained the only objective keeping the rogue tracker moving through the freezing, miserable mist. Grey morning light struggled to pierce the dense canopy of the mountain pines, casting long, skeletal shadows across the damp earth. The storm had broken hours ago, leaving the woods smelling aggressively of crushed wet needles and rotting wood."Door's busted." The lead hunter spat a stream of dark brown tobacco juice against a rotting pine stump.Silas paused. Resting his hand on the cold steel grip of the heavy revolver strapped to his thigh, he studied the dilapidated hunting cabin sitting in the small clearing ahead. The wooden frame sagged horribly, looking grey like the skin of a three-day corpse. The front door hung completely off its rusted hinges, violently splintered down the center."Spread out," Silas commanded

AUTHOR'S POVThe metallic stench of bleach could not completely mask the smell of dried blood staining the Packhouse courtyard.Pacing furiously behind his temporary folding table, Alpha Magnus glared at the digital map illuminating the dark War Room. Red grids marked the sectors Beta Ronan’s men had already swept. Every single grid came up completely empty."They cannot just disappear!" Magnus roared, sweeping a stack of printed reports off the table. The papers fluttered uselessly to the floor. "He is carrying a silver bullet in his ribs! The girl is bleeding! They have no pack support!"Standing near the reinforced glass windows, Beta Ronan watched the Alpha’s meltdown with cold, pragmatic detachment."They have cash, Alpha," Ronan corrected quietly. "And Jordan knows our patrol routes better than half the enforcers on my payroll. He is avoiding the choke points.""Then we create a new choke point." Stopping his furious pacing, Magnus slammed both hands down onto the metal table. H

AUTHOR'S POV"Do not insult my intelligence by repeating Alpha Magnus’s pathetic excuses, Victoria."Lord Ashford’s voice sliced through the heavy, perfumed air of the dressing room like a silver blade. Standing near the towering vanity mirror, he adjusted his silk cuffs. Pressing a crimson lipstick tube to her mouth, Victoria froze. Her hand trembled just a fraction of an inch. Pinning her hand flat against the marble counter, she forced her heart rate to slow. She had to keep her father completely in the dark regarding Jordan’s treason."I am not repeating excuses, Father," Victoria said smoothly.Turning around, she faced him. She wore a stunning, floor-length emerald gown, the silk clinging perfectly to her aristocratic frame."Magnus is hiding something," Lord Ashford stated, stepping closer. The heavy scent of his expensive cigar smoke invaded her personal space. "An Alpha heir does not simply skip a regional summit because he had a 'disagreement' about university classes. Jord

EMBERLYMy stomach cramped violently, a hollow, twisting ache that made me double over against the dashboard of the stolen SUV."You're shaking," Jordan noted, his voice rough.He gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, his right arm resting carefully across his stomach to protect the freshly stitched wound. Dark bags bruised the skin under his eyes. We had been driving for an hour, aimlessly navigating the winding, muddy logging roads deep in the mountain range."I'm just hungry," I lied, sitting back up and wrapping my arms around my ribs.I was starving. We hadn't eaten anything since the meager campus cafe breakfast yesterday morning. The adrenaline had completely burned through my system, leaving me hollow, freezing, and exhausted.Jordan glanced at the dashboard. The bright yellow fuel light glared accusingly at us."We are running on fumes," Jordan muttered, tapping the plastic gauge. "And you need clean clothes. That coat is soaked in blood and river water.""We can't j

AUTHOR'S POVSharp, rhythmic clicks of designer stilettos echoed like gunfire against the marble floorboards.Victoria Ashford shoved the heavy oak doors of the Alpha’s office completely open, ignoring the startled gasp of the secretary in the hallway. Cold, grey morning light spilled through the massive windows, highlighting the absolute destruction from the night before. Splintered wood and shattered crystal littered the expensive Persian rug.Sitting behind a temporary folding table brought in to replace his ruined mahogany desk, Alpha Magnus rubbed his temples."Did you find them?" Victoria demanded, crossing the room and stopping just short of the debris field.Magnus did not look up immediately. He poured a steaming cup of black coffee from a silver carafe, the dark liquid splashing slightly over the rim."Beta Ronan returned from the aerial sweep an hour ago," Magnus stated, taking a slow, deliberate sip. "The thermal cameras picked up nothing but cold mud. The river washed the

AMBERLY.Blistering heat radiated from his skin, scorching my palm the second I pressed the damp cloth against his chest. I needed to keep him breathing until sunrise. Outside the rotting walls of the abandoned hunting cabin, the mountain storm violently battered the tin roof, drowning out the frantic, terrified thudding of my own heart. Shivering uncontrollably, I wiped a bloody rag across Jordan's forehead. His fever completely refused to break."Jordan, you have to stay with me," I pleaded, my voice cracking in the dark, dusty room.He didn't answer. His chest hitched, drawing in a shallow, wet breath. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his skull.Grabbing his large, calloused hand, I squeezed his fingers tight. The silver bullet was out, resting in a bloody puddle on the floorboards beside us, but the poison had already ravaged his system. Without a full shift, his werewolf healing was fighting a losing battle against the necrosis."Alder," he muttered, his head thrashing weakly aga