روايات بقلم BellaDonna

Lana’s POVI stood by my window, scheming and calculating in me head, then I noticed Michael but he soon disappeared into the back seat of his car like some mysterious god off to wage another war. His driver, Mark, rounded the vehicle quickly and slid into the front seat. Seconds later, the engine purred to life, and the car eased out of the estate gates.Good.He was gone.And not for just a few hours.A few days.I turned to my girls, they were both leaning on the balcony railing with me, sipping coffee like this was just another morning. But I could see it in their eyes: they were waiting for me to make the first move.“He’ll be gone for three, maybe four days,” I said, swirling my cup, watching the steam rise and fade into the cool morning air. “Council business. His father practically dragged him away.”“And he just left her here?” Asha asked.“Please. Of course he did. That stray has him so twisted, he doesn’t even realize what a mistake he’s made bringing her into this house.”

Lana’s POVThe hallway felt colder than usual.Or maybe it was because I saw him.Michael.I froze the moment I turned the corner and spotted him walking toward me... his usual unreadable face, his eyes dark with that infernal Alpha calm that masked the monster underneath.My hand unconsciously moved to my neck.The bruises had faded thanks to the healer, but the memory hadn’t.The memory of his hand wrapped around my throat, the fear, the humiliation… the way I couldn’t breathe... not just physically, but emotionally.Michael had never touched me like that before. Not even in anger. But yesterday…Yesterday, he almost killed me.And all because of her.The stray.The fragile-looking wolf he carried into the manor like she was made of gold and starlight. The one he defended publicly. The one who had ruined everything I’d worked so hard to build.Michael’s gaze flicked toward me as he passed.I held my chin high, refusing to meet his eyes.But I couldn’t stop the tremor in my hand.I

Michael’s POVThe council chamber had barely cooled from the earlier tension, but my Beta was already waiting when I stepped onto the lower terrace behind the manor.Ryan stood by the edge of the stone railing with his arms crossed and eyes focused on the forest in the distance. The sky was beginning to darken and streaked with burning amber and violet clouds. A storm was coming. Not just in the sky but through blood.“We’ve got a problem,” he said without turning.“Start talking.”“It’s not just border tests anymore, We’ve lost sixteen wolves in the last six days.” Ryan announced.That snapped me still.

Audrey’s POVThe door clicked shut behind the maid, and I was left alone in the VIP guest suite.I didn’t know what I expected...a some small, spare room in the farthest corner of the manor? A cold bed and silence? Maybe something that screamed “you don’t belong here”?But this…This was excessive.The room was large, it was twice the size of the one I had in Michael’s penthouse. Cream-colored walls, gold-framed art, velvet curtains that swayed slightly from the breeze rolling in through the balcony doors. A chandelier sparkled above my head. There was even a fireplace, though it sat unlit. A fully stocked bookcase lined one wall, and a vanity stood near the walk-in closet like it was meant for royalty.I stepped forward carefully, still favoring my injured ankle.There was no denying it: the room was beautiful.But it didn’t feel like mine.I ran my fingers across the velvet duvet cover, as if the texture could distract me from the heaviness in my chest.Just a guest.The words rang

Chapter 12Michael’s POVShe walked away.She didn’t look back.And even though my wolf howled inside me, clawing to follow her, I let her go.For now.My jaw clenched as I turned to one of the maids lingering nearby, a nervous girl in her twenties who couldn’t decide whether to bow or run.“You,” I snapped. “Escort the girl to the VIP guest wing. Personally. And make sure she has everything she needs.”The maid’s eyes widened. “Y... yes, Alpha.”I turned away without another word. My father’s voice rang out before I could even take a step.“Study. Now.”Daniel didn’t wait for confirmation. He simply turned on his heel and walked down the hall, flanked by his guard. I didn’t follow immediately not because I was disobeying, but because I sensed something.I looked up.Lana.Still standing there in the hallway like a damn statue.Her arms were folded tightly under her chest, and her eyes shimmered with false tears, but the bitterness radiating off her was anything but innocent.The hall

Audrey’s POVHis arms were strong around me, grounding me, protecting me but I still felt exposed.I had barely stepped into the grandeur of the Ironclaw Pack Manor before the sharp voice of a woman I didn’t recognize sliced through the air like a blade.“Who is this trash?”The words hit harder than I expected, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.I turned my head slowly in the direction of the voice, unsure what I’d see.She was tall, poised, and dressed like she’d just stepped off the runway. Not a single strand of her chestnut brown hair was out of place, and her deep blue dress clung to her body in a way that screamed power and attention. Her expression, however, was anything but elegant.She was glaring at me like I had spit in her drink.Michael didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink. But I felt the tension roll through his chest like a silent growl waiting to break free.Without saying a word, he gently set me down, careful of my injured foot. The sudden loss of his warmth

Ethan’s POVDinner in the royal hall was a routine I’d grown to hate.Every bite of roasted meat and every cup of sour wine reminded me that I was surrounded by people who feared me but didn’t respect me. Cowards in fine robes. Councilmen pretending they knew what it meant to protect a kingdom.I listened with half an ear as the Gamma droned on about border strategies. The others nodded like puppets, but I kept my eyes fixed on the far doors.Waiting.When they finally opened, the only person who ever managed to make me lose focus walked in—small, quiet, cloaked in shadows. Her steps were tentative but trained, her chin lowered as she followed the same practiced path she always did to my side.But something wasn’t right.Her steps faltered.It wasn’t obvious to anyone else—no one looked at her long enough to notice—but I did. Her right leg dragged slightly. Her limp was hidden in the way she shifted her weight, but I knew it like I knew my own breath.Then she turned toward the dishes

Tara's POVI kept my head low, shoulders hunched under my thin shawl, letting my hands graze the wall as I followed the hallway I’d memorized by texture. My legs ached. My back throbbed. I could still feel Ethan’s voice in my ears like thunder, and yet… somehow… I wanted to hear it again.I hated myself for that.The air changed as I rounded the corridor near the lower east wing. Perfume.Too sweet. Too strong.I slowed.And then I heard them… heels clicking, and annoying laughter that didn’t belong in this hallway.It was her.Sophia.My stomach twisted.I didn’t have time to turn back before I heard her voice, sharp and mocking.“Well, if it isn’t the little slave.”I stopped dead in my tracks.My wolf stirred in the back of my mind, wary.There were more footsteps… two others flanking her. Minions. I didn’t know their names. I never cared to.“Out so late? I thought you’d be locked up in the tower after that little stunt during the rogue attack.” I didn’t answer. I just tried to

Ethan’s POVThe council chamber was stuffy, as usual. The scent of ink, smoke, and aged parchment always clung to its walls, no matter how many windows we cracked or incense we burned. I sat at the head of the long, ironwood table, my hand clenched around the arm of my chair while my generals droned on about territory control and security reinforcements after the rogue invasion.My head pounded.Not from the noise though there was plenty of that but from the weight pressing against my mind. I hadn’t slept in two nights. Not since… her.I could still hear her voice echoing in my head calling me mate. That damned word.It was supposed to mean strength. Completion.But with her, it felt like weakness.“I believe we should deploy an additional twenty warriors to the western ridge,” Beta Rygar said, tapping a scroll with his thick finger. “Until we’ve interrogated the remaining rogues thoroughly, we can’t assume this was an isolated strike.”I nodded stiffly, not really hearing him. “Do it

Tara’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.The north tower was colder than I imagined both in temperature and silence. The guards posted outside the door never spoke. They didn’t even look at me when I was escorted in. The room was sparsely furnished, just a thin mattress, an old wooden table, and a chair that creaked every time I moved. A small window sat high on the wall, barred and far out of reach. I couldn’t see the moon, but I knew it was still there, watching me like the goddess who abandoned me.I curled under the blanket, arms wrapped around my ribs. The bruises still pulsed with pain, but it was nothing compared to the weight in my chest. He didn’t kill me. That should have brought relief, but it didn’t.Because I knew Ethan’s mercy always came with strings.I replayed the encounter over and over again his fury, the way he said I was becoming something. Dangerous, he said. But how? I hadn’t done anything. I didn’t even know how I had seen anything during the rogue attack. Just h

Tara’s POVThe word had barely left my mouth.“Mate.”It hung there so thick in the air and heavier than the blood on my tongue or the throbbing bruises beneath my skin. I knew the second I said it that I had messed up. Again.Ethan didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His silence screamed louder than any roar. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, chest rising with restrained fury. And I felt it his rage like a tide crashing down on me. His power made the very air quake.Then his hand was on me.He shoved me away so violently I nearly hit the ground again, but I caught myself just in time, staggering back, my cane clattering uselessly behind me.“What gave you the right to say that?” His voice wasn’t just angry. It was disgusted.“I… I’m sorry…” I said as I lowered my head. “Sorry?” he snapped. “That word doesn’t fix anything. You don’t speak unless I command it. You don’t breathe unless I allow it.”“Yes, Alpha.” I nodded quickly, heart racing, stomach hollow. His boots pounded cl

Ethan’S POVSophia screamed, fear paralyzing her and the other females in the hall. The guards were immediately alert, scrambling and drawing out their swords. A muscle feathered in my jaws as I sprang to my feet, claws erupting out of my flesh. “Who dares to interrupt my party?” I growled, eyes scanning the room.The supposed shadows had a distinct smell. Ethan’s eyes narrowed; they were werewolves, rogue wolves. They came in multitude, and though all able lycan males were already engaging them, we were outnumbered. The defenseless ones were forced to stay in the middle of the hall. This had never happened before; it was not anticipated.Anger bubbled in my chest. After allowing those pathetic werewolves to live in my kingdom, they betrayed me by attacking unexpectedly? They must pay… with their lives! I leaped in the air, instantly shifting to my mighty lycan form. I landed on a couple of rogues that dared to approach my throne, claws tearing through the flesh of the attackers, my i