"Why did you put me through that?" I asked, taking a moment to delve into his intense gaze. "Do you really despise me that much?" Dimitri hissed, his voice sharp like a knife. "Isabelle, be careful with what you say." "Why should I even try?" I shot back, matching his intensity. "That’s enough!" Dimitri growled, his voice low and menacing. Before I could respond, he roared, halting my words in their tracks. He seized my arms, pushing me against the wall. My heart raced, and the fire in his gaze intensified. This is unbearable! There’s no escaping destiny anymore. His lips crashed onto mine, stealing my breath and breaking through all my defenses. --- Isabella Rosa Santacruz is a witch on the run, her blood linked to a prophecy that positions her as the key to the universe. Throughout her life, she has evaded monsters and myths, always staying a step ahead—until now. Dimitri Axel Castellan, known as the Blood Alpha, is feared, ruthless, and weighed down by a cursed pack fated to perish on the eleventh blood moon. However, when he encounters Isabella—the one person he never expected—everything shifts. She becomes the air he can’t breathe without, even if loving her means sacrificing everything, including his own life. Will their connection protect them from the impending chaos, or will it pull them apart?
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Chapter 1 GOT THE DRINKS!!!” Tonight at the club, I heard Iris scream loudly as she tried to drown out the deafening noise of the music that was determined to burst my eardrum. I took one of the red plastic cups from her hands and tried my best to yell out at her, “About time! Why did you take so long!” The blended cocktails in the cups were ones I would rather not know the components of. This was my first night at Tropical Thunder, Bournville’s largest and busiest nightclub. Basically, everyone from our college attended, even a group of adolescent hormone-happy high school students who brought phony identification to show their peers how horrible they really were. What utter fools they were, squandering their time attempting to validate their value to others who didn’t give a damn. I thought it was silly to try to live up to other people’s expectations; why not just be yourself? But anyhow, enough of my viewpoint, Iris started. Iris laughed and bobbed her head back and forth, following the beat of the music playing. “I met a guy,” she exclaimed. A man, she mentioned? This was just how Iris was. She changed males like clockwork every single week, but there was nothing I could do about it. She was the only friend I had and the finest one I had. Do not misunderstand me. I’m not one of those pitiful, bashful females who can never seem to find friends or know how to have fun. This was not the case, though. I believe that I’m a very enjoyable person to hang out with, and I’m sure that anyone would want to be friends with me. However, the real reason I didn’t have any friends was that nobody, save Iris, could truly stay around to comprehend my already dysfunctional existence. She remained consistent no matter what. To me, she was more than just a friend; we shared an unbreakable sisterly tie. She was my only remaining family member and very dear to me. It was there that Iris and I nearly grew up together—that is, until Iris was adopted by a wealthy and loving human family and I was adopted by a repulsive abuser and drunkard. Well, that’s just my usual luck, though. It was awful, extremely awful if I may say so. Similar to the kind of bad luck where lightning strikes the same spot twice. We both began to dance to the music playing in the background, and I inquired, “Who is the new guy that got you smiling like this?” Pizzaboys was it; their music was the greatest. She turned around and asked, “Remember Landon Brettman? From literature class?” as we rocked our bodies together and I ran my hands over her body. However, isn’t she supposed to be fucking kidding me? Do I still recall Landon Brettman? It is impossible to forget someone as obnoxious and terrible as Landon Brettman, or as I generally refer to him, as Landon jerk man. Of course, I remember Landon Brettman. In addition to being a showoff, brat, proud, irritating, awful, overconfident, and a host of other adjectives that could be used to describe him indefinitely, Landon was also a big man whore and spoilt. And regrettably, I was unfortunate enough to be paired with a high-literature course out of all the several that I had applied for. If I’m being very honest, Landon looked more like one of those clichéd jocks from the 1990s. A guy like Landon was, to put it plainly, a complete waste to humanity. Data! I laughed and expressed my disdain at the idea of her and Landon dating. “Ew. I bet he wouldn’t even last a day with you. It’s either you dump his sorry ass or he cheats again.” I sincerely hoped that this wouldn’t last forever. “Maybe? Honestly, I think so too, but I’m going to be the one dumping him first.” We both giggled “But you know that they all just serve as a fun distraction for me until I find my one true mate,” Iris remarked with a smile. The idea of meeting her partner, who the Moon goddess had predestined for her, thrilled her much. Yes, your guess was correct! I’m a witch, and Iris is a werewolf. And sure, it’s true that all those things older kids told you around ridiculous campfires or in the dark to scare the living daylights out of you are true. There is magic. It was also very much true that there were monsters, creatures, and things you would never think were possible; in fact, they all wanted me dead. I’m not sure what sin I must have done in a previous life, but everyone and everything on this already dysfunctional world wanted me dead.I attempted to defend myself by saying, “Gabe, you don’t understand. I thought she was an assassin sent by the red circle.” The most irate Gabe I’ve ever seen roared, “Really you think Yennefer is an assassin, she isn’t even a fighter let alone a killer. Come on Isabelle she is a werewolf not some secret witch assassin!” I begged, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t trust her—” Before he leaves the cemetery, he eventually adds, “Then you could have trusted me, I can’t believe you did this to me. You were supposed to be my friend.” I felt terrible about what I had done to him. His partner wasn’t a traitor, despite my suspicions. I now know that he will despise me forever.Isabelle’s POV I was lying in bed feeling restless while the rest of the pack was occupied enjoying themselves at the bonfire. My plans for today didn’t work out. I have yet to identify the assassin of the red circle, and the spell I cast with Dixie’s assistance has exonerated my main suspect, Yennefer. Gabe now despises me, wh
Isabelle’s POV I saw Stefanie instruct the two new outlaws to spar against one another, saying, “MIKAYLA. YENNEFER. YOU TWO ARE NEXT.” I didn’t even try to sleep last night since I couldn’t. I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about the death threat I received. “Death will find you.” I literally thought about those words. I am aware that every assassin I have encountered who was sent by Red Circle enjoys using a sinister and enigmatic pseudonym name. Does the assassin who attempted to kill me last night have ‘Death’ as his alias? Yennefer and Mikayla fighting made me think. One of the new outlaws was Mikayla, a fiery fighter with a red hairdo. I saw her launch a vicious attack on Yennefer, who, to be honest, wasn’t even resisting. Even though she was slow and feeble for a wolf, she was still at the top of my suspect list. Do you recall how I had trouble sleeping the night before? Yes, I spent the entire night attempting to identify the possible identity of the red circle assassi
Dimitri’s POV Celeste told me, her voice dominated by terror, “Alpha, the lunar eclipse energy can be felt like no other. This will be the last eclipse before the eleventh blood moon, and I am afraid of the devastating dark tides it will bring.” Even I could sense the energy of the lunar eclipse, which was just two days away, crying out to and fuelling the darkness inside of me. Cessair was going to be more difficult to manage. The darkness with which I was cursed wanted to be known by that name. I looked up at Lance, who was also wearing a disappointed expression. “How about the lead we found with the shamans to break the curse?” I questioned. “It was another dead end. Alpha I fear that our only hope is Luna. According to the prophecy she would be our salvation, we have to believe that.” Alaric remarked, “Or our destruction. I say we find another way.” He needed to learn to respect my mate or I would have to teach him. I was getting frustrated with his loose speech. “What other way
And he ravishes my mouth once more after that, so I believe those lines are exactly what he needs to express his hunger upon me. He runs his fingertips down my abdomen until he reaches the delicate spot between my legs. “I’m going to fucking show you who’s the boss around here.” He smiles. I lay beneath him and felt his powerful hands grab hold of me. I was held and captivated by his ocean-blue eyes as they gazed into mine. He gave me his famous smile as he glanced at me.When I put my palm over his member, I could feel it become large and firm. His voice is filled with lust and desire for me as he continues, “I’m going to make sure you regret your decision.” Screw it! I wanted to feel bad about not urging him to stop. My tongue feels too large for my mouth, so I try to swallow but can’t. Dimitri runs his fingers along my lower lip as his gaze falls to mine. His touch makes me shudder, and his eyes soften just a bit. My heart was racing, and with out even considering it, I wanted to pu
Dimitri surprisingly awoke with a loud gasp. Immediately, his hazel eyes glowed and met mine. He looked at me with furrowed brows as I swiftly withdrew from his lips. I had waves of shame, but I didn’t give a damn. Now that he was awake, praise the moon goddess, that was all that mattered. He tenses up when Gabe embraces him tightly, taking him entirely by surprise. “Dimitri, you bloody bastard.” Gabe gives him a gentle shoulder punch. He gives him another hug for the hundredth time and pats her dark hair, saying, “Don’t you ever scare us like that again.” They were bound together by an unbreakable link.Krys grinned as Dimitri giggled softly, “I can’t make any promises that I won’t do this again.” Observing them both in this loving moment was pleasant. Hands on Dimitri’s shoulder, Lance remarked, “Good to have you back Alpha.” I smiled tightly at Dimitri as his eyes flitted to me. He kept looking me over from head to toe. His distinctive features were washed over with relief. Dimitri
My gaze is fixed on Dimitri in disbelief. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on her, or you will regret it!”. With death in his eyes, he threatens her, saying, “I promise you Saetani. if you harm her I’m going to rip you apart!” He was speaking the truth, and I could hear the anger in his voice. Saerah’s smile fades as she glances at him. She went over to him.“Isn’t this such a beautiful moment? Dimitri is finally exposing his true feelings for his mate. I thought you hated her but now you are even willing to risk your life for her.” Saerah laughed. “Shut up!” Dimitri bellowed angrily. His look was frightening. “I’m going to kill you, let the moon and the wind beat me witness. This is my promise to you Saetani!”. His eyes had a fiery appearance. They were on fire. Raising her long nails, Saerah exclaimed, “Are you impatient to die? Well, then, I’ll grant you your wish!” to Dimitri. “No,” I reply, as her lift her claws at my partner.“No!A rift formed on the ground as a result of my scream. M
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