LOGINIsabella thought rejecting Damien and giving up her place as Luna would set her free.Instead, Damien’s new mate, Vanessa, destroys her, poisoning her, framing her, and dragging her to her death.But Isabella wakes up a day before it all happens… with the truth and one chance to change her fate.With Damien tightening his hold and another Alpha, Lucas, pulling her toward a different future, Isabella must choose her path carefully before time runs out.Will this second chance save her, or pull her into an even deeper betrayal?
View MoreDamien’s Shadow (Damien's POV)The tension in Silvercrest’s Alpha house was palpable. I paced back and forth, my mind spiraling as I watched the damage I’d caused. Chairs overturned, the remnants of broken furniture scattered across the room. A few of the servants had discreetly retreated, likely too scared to stay in the wake of my fury.I couldn’t stop myself.It was her—Isabella. How dare she leave me? How dare she run to Frostveil and abandon everything we had built? The betrayal burned deep in my chest, but it wasn’t just that. It was the fact that she had chosen him over me. Chosen Lucas, of all people.I threw the nearest chair against the wall, watching it splinter into pieces. “Damn it!” My voice echoed through the empty halls, barely muffling the anger I couldn’t seem to tame.Vanessa, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk that made my blood boil, stepped into the room. “That’s what happens when you let her slip through your fingers.”I whirled around to face her, my
Between Two Homes (Isabella's POV)The war room was colder than usual. The large map of territories stretched out in front of me, marking the edges of Frostveil and Blackridge. Lucas stood beside me, pointing at Blackridge. “Your father’s pack,” he said, his voice quiet but sharp, filled with something I couldn’t quite place. “A stronghold, in many ways. But things are changing.”I nodded, tracing the jagged lines of the border with my finger. The territories between Frostveil and Blackridge were complicated, interwoven with history, loyalty, and power struggles I didn’t know how to untangle. “I don’t know what my father will do when he finds out I’m here,” I admitted, my words heavy with the weight of that uncertainty.Lucas’s gaze softened as he looked at me, a hint of understanding in his eyes. “And you fear how he’ll react to you staying here,” he said, his voice low. It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway.“More than I want to admit,” I said, my throat tight. “I’ve spent my
THE BROKEN BRACELET (Isabella's POV)The day had been long, with the weight of the Alliance news pressing heavily on my mind. As I walked through the hallways of the estate, my fingers brushed against the smooth wood of the railings, trying to distract myself.But it was hard to focus on anything other than the thought of the upcoming Alliance meeting. The idea of facing a room full of Alphas, all eyes on me, made my stomach tighten. I couldn’t let myself think too much about it.That’s when I noticed it. The charm bracelet Grace had given me was gone. My heart skipped a beat as panic gripped me. I couldn’t lose it, not after everything it had come to symbolize. I rushed back to the training grounds, hoping I’d simply dropped it while I’d been sparring with Lucas earlier. My mind raced as I walked across the familiar stone, scanning the ground. There it was, lying in the dirt just outside the sparring ring, half-buried beneath a few stray leaves.I sighed in relief as I picked it up,
NAMING THE FEAR (Isabella's POV)The moonlight shone softly through the garden, casting long shadows over the stone path. I leaned against the cool stone wall of the balcony, my fingers brushing the delicate leaves of the plants growing in the small side garden below. The scent of cedar lingered in the air always the same, always soothing. I could feel it, the familiar pull toward Lucas, the memory of him that seemed to be in everything here.It was a scent that always reminded me of him.I exhaled, letting the cool evening breeze settle around me. My heart still raced from the conversation we’d had earlier. The Alliance was waiting, the power struggles of the world closing in on us, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer.Footsteps echoed from behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Are you cold?” His voice was low, careful. He knew me well enough by now to sense my unease.I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I inhaled deeply again, trying to shake off the knots
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