Bella’s POV The sky was ash when I found her again—June, leaning against the porch railing, a wool blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders. She didn’t look up when I stepped outside, just sipped from her mug like the world hadn’t tried to break her.“You’re gonna freeze out here,” I said, nudging her lightly.“I like the cold,” she replied.I didn’t have a response for that, so I just stood beside her and let the silence settle between us. Sometimes that was better than pushing. And lately, silence didn’t feel so heavy.Inside, Harper’s laughter drifted from the kitchen. She and Liam were cleaning up after dinner, arguing over who forgot to defrost the chicken. It felt normal. Safe. Like the council hadn’t carved messages into our door or hunted us through ancient forests.But even in that peace, a small ember inside me kept burning—restless, searching, quietly desperate for something more.I didn’t tell them right away.Weeks passed since we decided to stay. Weeks of healing, adj
POV: Bella "No. I refuse to accept this."Sage’s voice rang out, sharp and filled with venom, cutting through the thick silence of the ceremony like a blade.My breath caught in my throat. My body turned rigid, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. No. No, this isn’t happening.I stared at him, my fated mate, my Alpha, my everything.And he was looking at me like I was nothing, a piece of trash."The Moon Goddess made a mistake," Sage continued coldly, his piercing green eyes locking onto mine with pure disgust. His powerful frame stood tall, imposing, his jaw tight with fury. "I reject you, Bella Blackthorn."The words landed like a physical blow. My knees nearly buckled, but I forced myself to stay upright.A low murmur spread through the crowd. Gasps. Whispers. Laughter.This isn’t real.I tried to breathe, but I felt a crushing weight of humiliation pressed down on me, choking me. The sting of rejection burned through my veins like wildfire.The pack elder had just announced
POV: Sage Liora moaned beneath me, her nails digging into my back as I drove into her with relentless force. "More," she gasped, arching into me. "Sage…." She called out but I silenced her with a rough kiss, my grip tightening on her hips, bruising her soft skin. I wasn’t making love to her. This wasn’t about connection or tenderness.It was about control, dominance, and possession.I grabbed her hair and pulled her up—enough to give me a good balance behind her. Her voice rose and I loved the sounds she made. But to prevent further wailings, I took a finger to her lips and made her suck on it. She was so good at it too. Her breasts, full and satisfying as I grabbed them. I squeezed and pressed while harassing the nipples with a free finger. It was pleasurable for her with the way she kept moaning, arching her entire body to meet mine. It was like I wasn't deep enough, so I plunged deeper. I could feel her succulent walls tighten, producing juices as I rocked in and out. My hand
POV: BellaThe wind howled through the streets of the small border town, rattling windows and sending icy rain pelting against the pavement. Thunder cracked overhead, a deep, rolling sound that vibrated through my chest as I locked the door to the clinic, pulling my coat tighter around myself."Need a ride?"I turned to see Lane, standing by his car, keys in hand. His blue eyes held quiet concern, his medical scrubs still damp from the long shift we had just finished.I forced a small smile. "I’ll be fine, Lane. It’s just a short walk."He frowned, glancing up at the storm raging above them. "You sure? It’s getting bad out here."I nodded. "I like the rain."It was a lie.I didn’t like the rain. It reminded her of the night I lost everything.Lane sighed but didn’t press further. He had learned long ago that I was a locked door, and no matter how many times he knocked, I never let him in."Alright," he said, tossing his keys in the air before catching them again. "But if you get struc
POV: BellaA deep rumbling growl filled the cabin, low and unnatural, vibrating against the very walls.My eyes snapped open, my heart slamming into my ribs.The fire had burned low, leaving the cabin bathed in flickering shadows, and the air had grown thick, charged with something unnatural. A strange energy pressed against my skin, making the fine hairs on my arms stand on end.I sat up abruptly, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Then I heard it again, a deep, guttural snarl.My gaze flew to the wolf.It was shaking.Its massive form convulsed violently, its limbs twitching, its chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. The low whimpers it let out, sent a chill down my spine.Something was wrong.I threw off the blanket and rushed toward the wolf, dropping to my knees."Hey," I whispered, my fingers hovering over it burning-hot fur. "Stay with me, big guy."Its body trembled harder. Its paws clawed at the wooden floor, it fangs bared as another tortured sound left its throa
POV: BellaI pushed away the tightness in my chest, forcing myself to pace the length of the cabin, my bare feet pressing against the wooden floor.Every breath I took felt wrong.The man lying on my couch, wrapped in the blanket I had thrown at him, was the same man who had humiliated me in front of our entire pack.The same man who had made me believe I was nothing.And now, he was here—weak, vulnerable, completely at my mercy.It should have felt good.It should have felt like justice.But instead, all I felt was anger.Anger at him.Anger at myself.Anger at the damned mate bond that kept tying us together, no matter how much I wanted to rip it apart.I turned, my hands clenched into fists, and stormed toward the couch.Sage lay still, his face half-hidden by the shadows of the dim firelight.His body was exhausted, but not broken.The Alpha was still there, beneath the layers of weakness and fever, beneath the filth of his exile.I hated that I could still see it.The raw power,
POV: BellaThe door shut behind me with a slam that rattled the frame.I leaned into it, my chest heaving, palms splayed against the cold wood. My breath fogged the air. I could still smell him. His scent clung to the wall like smoke, damp earth and ash. Something I didn’t want to remember but I couldn’t forget.The almighty Sage Wyatt was in my house.Alive and human again. And I couldn’t stop shaking.I dragged myself to the bathroom and turned the faucet on full blast. Water thundered into the tub, louder than the pounding in my ears, louder than the war in my chest.I stripped off my clothes with jerky movements. My skin was on fire. Rage and Panic clouded my mind. Or was it that stupid, cursed pull between us?I stepped into the water and sank down, hoping it would cool the chaos inside me. It didn’t.My thoughts were a storm. Sage rejected me, he humiliated me and left me shattered.And now he was here, bleeding all over my floor, acting like he had the right to speak to me. To l
POV: SageI’d faced down a dozen rogues with nothing but my claws.I’d survived winters in the wild, nights without shelter, and the slow decay of my own mind.But standing in Bella’s too-small kitchen, trying to figure out how to use a damn toaster? That almost broke me.The buttons didn’t make sense. The machine hissed. And the bread looked like it had been sacrificed to the Moon Goddess herself by the time I gave up.I tossed the burnt toast in the trash and scrubbed a hand down my face.This was what I’d become, useless, cursed, and apparently incompetent in modern appliances.The worst part? It still smelled like her in here.Her shampoo lingered in the hallway. Her laughter-quiet, guarded-echoed in my memory. The same girl I’d rejected without blinking now held my life in her hands. Literally.And she hated me, she had every reason to.I’d seen it in her eyes last night, the same way I’d seen it on her face four years ago, the pain I’d put there. And yet, even now, with every bre
Bella’s POV The sky was ash when I found her again—June, leaning against the porch railing, a wool blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders. She didn’t look up when I stepped outside, just sipped from her mug like the world hadn’t tried to break her.“You’re gonna freeze out here,” I said, nudging her lightly.“I like the cold,” she replied.I didn’t have a response for that, so I just stood beside her and let the silence settle between us. Sometimes that was better than pushing. And lately, silence didn’t feel so heavy.Inside, Harper’s laughter drifted from the kitchen. She and Liam were cleaning up after dinner, arguing over who forgot to defrost the chicken. It felt normal. Safe. Like the council hadn’t carved messages into our door or hunted us through ancient forests.But even in that peace, a small ember inside me kept burning—restless, searching, quietly desperate for something more.I didn’t tell them right away.Weeks passed since we decided to stay. Weeks of healing, adj
Bella’s POV We left the house to a hotel to spend a few days and not raise any suspicion. The air in Ålesund felt different the moment we returned. The ferry ride back had been quiet—too quiet. June barely spoke, and Harper’s silence was thick with tension. Even Liam, usually steady, kept glancing over his shoulder like something was breathing down his neck.Now, standing on our front porch again, everything felt wrong.The snow hadn’t fallen naturally. It clung to the trees in odd clumps, too heavy, too still. The ravens had returned in droves, black feathers scattering across the drive like a warning. One perched on the porch railing, staring straight at June until she shooed it away with a flicker of energy that crackled in the air.“Don’t,” Harper said, voice sharp. “They're watching.”“They?” I asked.“Not just the Council. Something older. Something waking up.”Inside, the house was just as we left it, but colder. I could smell unfamiliar scents mixed into our own—cologne, swea
Bella’s POV The pendant flared white-hot. The ground beneath her feet cracked. Trees bent back like something had exhaled violently. Birds scattered from the branches, screaming into the sky.Liam lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders. “June! You have to control it!”“I don’t know how!” she screamed.Wind howled. Real wind. Not the kind from storms, but something summoned—something born.Harper raised her hands, murmuring an incantation. Runes lit beneath her fingers in sharp blue flickers. “Bella, keep her steady!”I rushed forward and grabbed June’s hand. She was trembling violently, her breath coming in gasps.“I don’t want this,” she cried.“But it’s already yours,” I said. “Let it in. Or it will tear you apart.”The pendant cracked down the middle, releasing a pulse of energy that knocked all of us back. I landed hard in the snow. When I sat up, June was on her knees, her chest was heaving—but calm. For now.The snow around her had formed a perfect ring of frost, etched with ru
Bella’s POV The days following the attack were a blur of healing and conversations about the way forward. Harper on her hand, immersed herself in ancient texts, her fingers stained with ink and herbs. One evening, I approached her as she traced a rune onto the floor with a mixture of ash and blood."Harper," I began cautiously, "you're pushing yourself too hard."She didn't look up. "We need stronger protections. The Council won't stop, and neither will what's coming.""What's coming?" I pressed.She finally met my gaze, her eyes momentarily flickering silver. "There are older things than the Council, Bella. Things that have been dormant for centuries."A chill ran down my spine. "And you're waking them?"She returned to her work. "Better to wake them on our terms than theirs."Liam and I stood watch outside, the snow crunching beneath our boots. "She's changed," I murmured.Liam nodded. "Magic that deep always leaves a mark. She's treading dangerous ground.""Can we trust her?
Bella’s POV We didn’t speak much on the way home. The lantern lights faded behind us, replaced by the hush of falling snow and the quiet thrum of adrenaline. My wrist still pulsed from where Kalen had touched me, like the cold had rooted itself beneath the skin. I kept rubbing it, trying to forget how close I’d come to unraveling.Back at the house, Liam was already waiting at home, pacing by the window. He had left earlier to check if the house was safe before we got home. “He was there,” I said.He didn’t need to ask who.“He got too close,” Harper muttered, locking the door behind us. “Too fast.”June dropped her coat, cheeks flushed. “We’re running out of time, aren’t we?”Harper didn’t answer right away. Instead, she crossed to the fireplace and knelt down, pulling away the base of the stone hearth. I heard the click before I saw the opening—a hidden compartment built into the wall, older than the house itself.She drew out something long and wrapped in thick, cracked leather.
Bella’s POV I swallowed. “Harper told you?”“No.” He glanced at me then, his expression was unreadable. “I felt it. Your energy flared through the wards like a damn flare gun.”“I didn’t use powers. It was just—” I paused. “Instinct.”“Exactly.” He faced me fully now, stepping closer. “Your wolf’s too close to the surface.”I scoffed and dropped my bag by the kitchen table. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”“It is when people start to notice.” His voice was low. “That doctor of yours—Haldren? He’s already talking about it. Calling you some kind of miracle worker. Word spreads, Bella. Fast.”I sat down slowly. The wood beneath me felt cold, grounding. “What do you want me to do? Let someone die next time?”“I want you to control it,” he snapped. “There’s a reason we train to separate instinct from action.”Silence stretched between us. I broke it first. “I’m not just a wolf, Liam. I’m not just a nurse either. I’m… in between. And no one taught me how to be that.”He rubbed his fac
Bella’s POV The morning after the rite, I woke before the sun rose. Everything felt wrong.The wind outside wasn’t louder—but I could hear it now, like a low whisper curled through the house. My heart thudded faster than usual. Every sound—June’s sleepy breathing upstairs, Harper’s footsteps in the kitchen, Liam locking the front door—hit me like thunder.I pressed a hand to my chest, breathing deep. Harper handed me a cup of coffee as I entered the kitchen, her eyes were already on me. “You’re hearing more now, aren’t you?”I nodded slowly. “Footsteps, breathing. Even the streetlamp outside—I can hear it buzz.”“Your instincts are awakening.” She stirred her tea, eyes dark. “They’ll either sharpen or overwhelm you.”I didn’t want to be overwhelmed. Especially not at work. At the hospital, I kept my head down. I tried to focus on charts, patients, and ward rounds. But it was hard. I could hear heartbeats behind closed doors. I knew when someone was lying—even when they didn’t know it
Bella’s POV “Operation Cheer-Up is officially underway,” she announced brightly. “No monsters allowed.”I managed to laugh a little, and Harper smiled tiredly. Even Liam cracked half a grin.June plopped down beside me, bumping my shoulder. “You know what we need? A puppy. A big, slobbery, totally useless puppy that barks at everything and scares the boogeymen away.”I laughed again, a little stronger this time.“We’d probably end up adopting a hellhound by accident.”June gasped. “And name it Snuggles.”Harper snorted into her hot chocolate, and even Liam shook his head, chuckling. For a few minutes, the fear faded. The house was still marked, still haunted by whatever had clawed the walls.Later, when the others drifted off, June was asleep on the floor with a cookie half-eaten in her hand, Harper was snoring softly against the armchair. I on the other hand was awake, staring at the flickering candlelight.Liam was still awake too, sitting by the door, legs stretched out, eyes aler
Bella’s POV The next few days have been going very well. Work had been...ordinary, for weeks. After the beach day, after the puppy dreams and crime show marathons, everything settled into a routine that made my heart feel full.I should’ve known better. It was a Friday afternoon when the call came in the hospital speaker. Trauma admission. Male, critical injuries. ETA three minutes.I tightened the straps of my gloves and adjusted my scrub top as I hurried toward the ER bay. Harper caught my eye from across the hallway, giving me a thumbs-up before disappearing into another room.I joined the team gathering by the trauma doors. Dr. Haldren was already snapping out orders.“We don’t have much on him. Found near the old quarry. No ID, unresponsive. Massive blood loss.”The ambulance screamed up outside, lights flashed too. I braced myself.The doors slammed open and the paramedics rushed in with the stretcher. And the moment I saw him, my heart stumbled in my chest.He was big — bigger