Fated to the Forbidden Three: A Triple Mate Bond

Isabella's POV Right from a tender age, I had a knack for acting like nothing happened and so it was easy for me to maneuver through this but still I was worried. Was I thinking things? Is it really the mate bond? I had a lot of questions to ask but there was no one to answer them apart from the moon goddess. “I will help you." Darcy offered, snapping me from my revive.“I'm fine." I flashed him a smile instead. I didn't want to get involved just yet as this felt so surreal to me. “I'm Darcy Slade." He introduced, “It's nice meeting you in person Isabella." He smacked his lips while I just nodded. I wanted to yell at myself for acting clumsy, instead I facepalmed myself, biting the side of my cheek.The journey to the Moon Crest Pack was long, silent, and unsettling. I sat in the back seat next to my mother, clutching my backpack like a life jacket.At intervals, mother would cast me a glance in concern but she said no words. She must have attributed this to my action in reject

Isabella's POV My new room was too quiet, too empty. It was bigger than my former one and even with all of my belongings in it, it seemed like I hadn't moved in yet. Crossing my hands on my chest, I looked out of the window for a while. There was nothing appealing to the eyes so I returned to the center of my room. Falling on my bed, I was staring at the white ceilings, thinking of nothing in particular. The house was massive, yet, my world felt small. It was cramped and suffocating.Trenton had acted like he always did, bitter and angry whenever I crossed his path. If it was only Oliver and Darcy, I wouldn't have contemplated running off.But with Trenton, that was the best option.He considers me a threat and he will do whatever he can to make sure I don't get in his way. It was tough already being his step sister and now mate? Ugh! For the past few hours, I had been trying to piece up the puzzle to make everything make sense. The rejection of my mate, the betrayal of my bes

Isabella’s POVThe moment I slammed the door shut behind me, I pressed my back to it, my hands shaking, lungs gasping for air that felt too thin. My wolf whined low in my chest, restless, anxious, her hackles raised. The mark beneath my collarbone still pulsed, an echo of the bond flaring when I’d faced the guard, like something trying to come alive and failing.I crossed the room in two steps and yanked down the collar of my tunic, half-expecting to see something carved into my skin. But the mark remained faint, like a shadow of something not yet fully formed. It wasn’t a clear symbol, no sacred crescent, nothing but the shimmer of heat beneath flesh.“Why won’t you just—show up?” I whispered to the mark as though I was waiting for it to answer.And as if answering, the throb deepened, spreading like a bruise across my ribs. My wolf howled inside me—not from pain, but from fear.And I knew it, it was happening again.The same fear I’d felt the night my village burned. When I awoke

Isabella’s POVThe moon hung high, casting silver light over the courtyard's cobblestones. I slipped through the shadows, the cool night air brushing against my skin, carrying whispers of secrets and impending revelations. The note burned in my pocket, its words etched into my mind. But one thing was certain in my mind: if they wanted a show, I’d give them one. I reached the center of the courtyard, where the moonlight pooled like liquid silver. The silence was profound, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl."You're early," a voice said, smooth and unfamiliar.I turned sharply, my heart pounding. Then a figure emerged from the shadows—a man with sharp features, his eyes that glowed faintly in the moonlight, and an aura that felt... otherworldly."Who are you?" I demanded, keeping my distance.He stepped closer, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. "My name is Rowan. I've been watching you, Isabella.""That's not comforting," I replied, narrowing my eyes.He chuckled softly,

Isabella’s POVThe scroll felt heavier than parchment had any right to be.I stood frozen in the moonlight, the edges of it curling slightly in my palm. The crimson stained wax seal pulsed faintly with warmth, as though something inside the scroll was alive. I didn’t dare open it, I couldn’t. At least not yet. Not with Rowan still struggling to stay upright beside me and the Slade brothers watching like the world might end in the next breath.Rowan collapsed fully then, his body sagging against the altar as though the shrine had drained what little strength he had left.Trenton stepped forward instinctively, but stopped short when he caught himself. His jaw clenched, his eyes sharp on Rowan, as though he wasn’t sure if saving him was still the right thing to do.Darcy crouched beside Rowan instead, checking his pulse, his voice low. “He’s stabilizing. Whatever this place is… it’s helping him.”I breathed out slowly, the scroll still pressed to my chest. The whispers had gone, but the