Novelas de Mirabel

The cabin had become too quiet.Ella lay on her side, staring at the thin silver of moonlight spilling through the crack in the curtains. The space beside her was cold, sheets untouched, a hollow reminder that once again Cole hasn’t come to bed last night.At first, she had tried convincing herself that he had been busy doing his duties as an Alpha in waiting. He had meetings and other responsibilities to attend to. But at this moment, with her hands gently resting on her stomach, she couldn’t deny the suspicions growing within her chest.They were already changed to her body. Some mornings, she could wake up feeling dizzy. She could only feel ease when Mia pressed tea into her hands with a grin. Her moods felt like waves crashing against rock—high, low, and unpredictable. And even though Marcus had pulled her into a warm embrace when she’d shared the news with him, whispering “cub, you’ll be alright,” Ella couldn’t help but feel like she was the only one carrying the weight of it al

The nights had gotten heavier. Not just colder, it felt as if the air itself carried something unspoken between them.Ella curled into the worn couch, her sketchbook balanced on her knees, pencil scratching lightly against paper. The lines didn’t come together the way she wanted, lately they never did. Everything looked unfinished, incomplete just similar to the way her life felt.Her hand drifted to her stomach. Pregnant. The word still echoed in her chest like a secret too big for her body to take in. She hadn’t announced it too everyone yet, only few people knew about her pregnancy. Marcus knew, and her closest friends. Cole knew, of course, but she wasn’t sure how much of it had sunk into him. He’d smiled when she told him, bought her apples, asked her gently about her day. It was sweet, almost endearing.But the sweetness never lasted long.When she looked up, she often caught him staring out the window, his jaw tight, shoulders heavy, eyes shadowed as if he carried a weight she

Cole sat on the edge of the bed, the apple in his hand slick with sweat from his palm. He’d meant it as a gesture—small, thoughtful, something that might lighten the heaviness hanging between them—but the fruit felt ridiculous now. A piece of produce wasn’t going to erase the truth: Ella was carrying his child, and he was still sneaking away to Sasha like a coward.Ella’s voice echoed in his memory, soft but certain: “I’m pregnant.”The words had knocked the air from his lungs. He’d been Alpha-trained for battles, for pack decisions that could cost lives, but nothing could have prepare me for the words that came out from his mouth. He should have felt pride in himself but instead all I felt was guilt because when she told him the news the first thing he thought about wasn’t joy but was Sasha.He set the apple on the nightstand, running a hand through his hair. Across the room, Ella slept curled on her side, her sketchbook open beside her. A half-drawn wildflower stretched across the p

(Ella POV)The morning light broke softer than usual, sliding through the curtains in golden threads. My stomach twisted again, this time sharp and insistent, even before I could steady myself I ran towards the washroom before the nausea could hit, leaving me kneeling against the cool floor, breath shuddering.By midday, I just couldn’t keep the secret to myself. The walls of the cabin seemed to press in, suffocating me. My friends had always been my anchor, and Marcus—he had been more father to me than anyone else. If anyone could steady me now, it was them.I gathered my courage and walked into the village. The hum of voices, the smell of fresh bread, the rhythm of daily life—it should have been comforting. Instead, every sound felt sharpened, every glance felt like it weighed a ton. My hands shook as I tightened my shawl around me.I found them where I knew they’d be—by the well, laughter spilling between them like sunlight. Mia, with her bright eyes and endless energy, waved me ov

(Ella POV)The mornings came slower now, like the sun hesitated to rise. I sat at the table, chin in my palm, watching the steam curl from the cup of tea Marcus had insisted I drink for my “nerves.” I wasn’t sure if it helped, but the warmth grounded me while the rest of me felt strangely adrift. I still haven’t told him about me being pregnant.My stomach turned in weak waves again. It had been happening for days soft nausea in the morning, a weariness I couldn’t shake, all this I knew what associated with me being pregnant or so I read.Cole’s boots scuffed against the porch, the sound dragging me away from my thoughts. He stepped inside, shaking off the cold air, his shirt clinging to him from training. His eyes flicked to me, then away again, like he couldn’t hold my gaze for more than a second.“You’re up early,” I said, trying to sound casual, though my voice wavered.He grunted, pulling an apple from the counter and tossing it to me with a faint smile that never reached his ey

(Ella POV)The mornings had begun to feel different. It wasn’t just brighter or exactly softer but in ways I couldn’t explain the day felt heavier. The scent of apples lingered in the cabin now, bowls of them placed on the kitchen counter, one was perched on the table in an awkward manner just as if Cole had dropped it there and forgotten about it.I traced my fingers over the smooth skin of the nearest one, it looked so deep it looked like a bruise against the pale wood. I should have smiled at the gesture. I wanted to but with the distance he had been displaying, something coiled too tight beneath the surface. Each time he handed me one, his eyes would soften for a moment, then flicker away, shadowed.More than I would love to admit, It unsettled me.The cabin was quiet, save for the faint creak of the wood in the wind. My stomach fluttered—sometimes with queasiness, sometimes with nerves. I pressed a hand against it now, almost unconsciously. It was still too early for anything to