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Bella Manuel faced the mirror, her fingers gliding across the smooth material of her blue gown. The shade accentuated the warm glow of her caramel skin, and for the first time in a long while, she felt lovely, unique, and worthy.
Marcus would love it.
A hidden smile curled her lips as she ran her fingers along the tiny mark on her shoulder made by his kisses the previous night. His voice echoed in her mind.
"I will claim you as mine because I plan to reveal everything about us to the whole pack tomorrow."
Excitement twirled in her gut, blending exhilaration with anxiety. Today was not just Agnes' 18th birthday celebration; it marked a day when everything changed for Bella.
No more being treated like a ghost in her own pack. No more hushed whispers about her being an Omega. No more being ridiculed by the very people who should have been her family.
She was about to be the Beta’s mate.
“Bella Manuel! Hurry up, or you’ll get us all punished!” her mother’s sharp voice cut through her thoughts, making her jolt.
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she grabbed her coat from the chair and hurried downstairs. The moment she took her last step, she received a solid knock on the head.
“Mum!” Bella groaned, rubbing the sore spot while shooting her mother a wounded look.
Linda Manuel, a woman weathered by years of servitude in the pack, didn’t spare her a glance as she stormed out of the house, her youngest daughter, Amanda, trailing behind her.
“I’m sorry, Mum!” Bella called, hurrying after them.
Amanda shot her an unimpressed glare before sprinting ahead. “Race ya!”
Bella smirked, lacing her fingers through her mother’s as they picked up speed, laughter spilling into the cool evening air.
Upon their arrival, the packhouse was already bustling. Sparkling lights were hung between the trees, giving a warm golden glow. The aroma of grilled meat and fresh bread filled the air.
Yet, just as swiftly as the scene's warmth surrounded her, reality began to intrude.
“Linda!”
Alpha Cyrus' wife, Luna Helena, stalked toward them, her face twisted in disdain. Without hesitation, she grabbed Linda’s arm, her nails biting into the older woman’s skin.
“Follow me to the kitchen! Now!” she barked, dragging Bella’s mother away.
Bella clenched her fists, anger bubbling beneath her skin. She hated this. The way they were treated. Like they weren’t part of the pack. Like they didn’t matter.
“I hate this,” Amanda whispered beside her. “Omega or not, the Moon Goddess made us all.”
Bella sighed, ruffling her sister’s hair. “It will all be over soon.”
Amanda turned to her with cautious hope. “You think?”
“Yes.” Bella smiled, thinking of Marcus. “I know it.”
Her friends, Eve and Joy, beckoned her over from the far side of the hall, their eyes glimmering with excitement.
“Bella! Amanda!”
For the next thirty minutes, Bella danced with her fellow Omegas, their laughter and chatter filling the space. But Agnes and her minions never let up, throwing taunts and snide remarks whenever they passed.
Then, like a scene from a dream, Marcus appeared.
He strode toward her, his presence commanding, drawing the attention of the entire hall. The music slowed, the air thick with curiosity.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked, reaching out his hand.
A collective gasp resonated across the audience.
Joy nearly squealed. “Oh heavens, he just asked Bella for a dance!”
Eve clutched her chest, eyes wide. “Wow! This is huge!”
Bella’s heart pounded as she slipped her fingers into his. Hilda, her wolf, practically purred in delight.
His hand settled on her waist, her fingers on his shoulder, and as the music swelled around them, they moved in perfect sync.
He stared at her with something soft in his (deep emerald) eyes, and for the first time in forever, Bella felt seen. Chosen.
When she leaned in, seeking the warmth of his lips, he smirked.
“Not now, baby,” he murmured, licking his lips. “You don’t want to ruin the surprise, do you?”
Bella shook her head quickly. “No.”
The promise in his gaze made her dizzy. No matter what happens tonight, I will be the luckiest girl in Greywolf Pack.
Then the music changed, signaling the Alpha’s traditional dance.
Marcus released her and turned—toward Agnes.
Bella’s breath hitched as he extended a hand to the very girl who had tormented her for years.
She forced herself to breathe. They’re just friends. That’s what he’d told her.
She moved back to her friends, watching as the crowd turned their attention to the pair.
Eve nudged her. “That was incredible! You guys have insane chemistry.”
“One would think you were mates,” Joy giggled.
Bella bit her lip. “We are,” she murmured, her heart betraying her need to keep the secret.
“What?” Eve and Joy froze.
Amanda, who had been silent, narrowed her eyes.
Bella swallowed hard. “I was just kidding,” she covered quickly. “Obviously.”
Eve laughed. “You almost got me there! As if the Moon Goddess would ever pair a Beta with an Omega.”
Joy sighed dreamily. “I’ve read so many stories where powerful mates fall for Omegas… maybe even a Hybrid.”
Eve scoffed. “This is real life. Hybrids wouldn’t fall for Omegas.”
Joy swatted her. “Oww!”
Bella barely heard them. Her eyes were locked on Marcus and Agnes.
Her wolf, Hilda, let out a warning growl.
They better just be friends.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed.
A hush fell over the hall as a soft melody played.
Marcus stepped forward, and Bella’s heart fluttered.
Then he dropped to one knee.
His hand reached into his breast pocket.
It was the kind that didn’t fall. It descended—like a predator.Every wolf went still, ears lowering instinctively.Bootsteps echoed.One-two-three.From the rear of the chamber—five figures entered.Hybrids.Not wolves.Not vampires.Something forged from both bloodlines—stronger, rarer, feared.The audience parted without instruction.Dave Stark walked at the center.Tall. Severe. His tailored black suit hugged shoulders built to carry kingdoms. His hair—dark as obsidian—fell in loose strands over eyes carved in storm-gray stone. He was the kind of beautiful that hurt to look at. Sunlight through stained glass. Death wrapped in silk.And Bella couldn’t breathe.Morgan and Ben walked at his right, both striking in charcoal suits, while Sandra glided to his left—her black dress sleek, hair tied high like the blade of a dagger. The fifth—an elder hybrid—Lord Halden, emissary to King Stark—moved with the authority of a man used to people kneeling.Every wolf bowed.Only Alpha Marcus sto
The horn blared—sharp and impatient—shattering the heated moment in the parking lot.Bella jerked, breath catching, while Dave’s jaw clenched as he reluctantly pulled back from her lips.Across the asphalt, leaning against his obsidian-gray Zephyr Mirage sports car, Morgan lifted two fingers in a lazy salute, his expression the picture of smug annoyance.“Damn it, Morgan,” Dave muttered. His thumb brushed Bella’s lips, still swollen from their kiss. He bent down once more—slow, claiming—his mouth grazing hers with a whisper of a promise. “I’ll finish this later.”Another honk. Louder.Dave sighed. He inhaled the scent of her hair like he needed it to breathe, then finally—he let go.He didn’t look back.Bella’s arms wrapped around her own shoulders, suddenly cold despite the afternoon sun.*********Her legs felt unsteady, like her body still belonged in Dave’s hands. She stumbled toward the nearest restroom, needing walls, solitude—anything—to breathe.Inside, the tiled room echoed w
In the quietness of the lounge, Bella's heart was pounding furiously in her chest. Before her stood her dark and very muscular mate, Dave, who seemed calm enough to command armies, and she sat still on the arm of the sofa.Linda, her mother, stared at them in amazement. She had dropped into the sofa with a thud the moment Dave announced the words that changed everything:“Your daughter is my mate.”The statement still hung in the air like smoke, impossible to wave away.Linda ran a trembling hand through her hair, then exhaled slowly. “I… don’t know what to say.” She gestured weakly toward the wooden chairs. “Sit. Both of you—sit.”Dave didn’t sit alone.He tugged Bella gently to him, his palm sliding around her wrist—possessive, claiming. He placed her beside him on the biggest chair, intertwining their fingers as though he feared someone might rip her away if he let go.He sat with a grace and command no human man could imitate. Every line of him radiated danger—from the sharp angle
It wasn’t until a few moments later, after Bella had a few moments to soothe his anger, that he slowed his respiration that his breathing evened out. Pressing his forehead against hers, he growled, his voice rough, "I think it is high time that you introduced me to your mother and sister. Someone who matters to you."Bella's mouth dropped open. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest. That was too fast, too soon. The pressure, the constant end always looming over them, but to hear him say those words like that, it was real.“Are you sure?” she whispered."Yes," Dave did not hesitate; he nodded once.Slowly, their tension eased, melting away into something more pleasant. They finished their meal, chuckling through it. In this moment, danger, Alpha Theo, or deadlines were nonexistent.When the bill came, Bella convinced Dave to handle the tip, and he did so grudgingly. They were shortly outside, as the young waiter had hastened away in appreciation.“Thank you,” he said."You're
Bella’s stomach rumbled loudly as she and Sandra descended the grand staircase. Hunger gnawed at her—she hadn’t eaten since school before ending up in Dave’s house.“Speaking of food,” Bella whispered, nudging Sandra, “what’s with the cook? She looked like she wanted to slit my throat the second Dave called me his girl.”Sandra snorted. “Oh, her? She’s been praying for Dave’s attention since she got hired. Extra servings, special plates, all his favorites… she serves him like he’s a god.”“So why hasn’t he fired her?” Bella asked.“He didn’t hire her. Morgan did. Probably just to annoy Dave. Mischief runs through that guy’s veins.”“I heard that,” a smooth voice drawled.Both girls turned toward the sitting room. Morgan lounged across one of the sofas like royalty, legs crossed, a smirk carved across his lips. His presence was sharp—dangerous, charming. Bella smiled instinctively; there was something oddly magnetic about him.“Make sure you heard it clearly,” Sandra teased, already mo
“Well, hello, Dave. Hello, Bella. It’s nice to finally meet you… like this,” a male voice rang out with unmissable amusement. His voice oozed mischief, and one didn’t need a name tag to guess — it had to be Morgan.“Hi, Bella,” said a girl with a gentle, open smile. Her warmth was genuine — that was Sandra.A warmer, softer voice greeted her with a gentler "Hello." Ben.Bella said a subdued "Hi" into Dave's chest, pressing deeper into the fabric of his shirt as her own heart thudded like a war drum. She could not make herself lift her eyes to any of them. Dave's chest rose beneath her cheek, his laughter gentle but reassuring“Sugar,” he whispered, his voice deep and amused, “are you ever going to come out and meet everyone properly?”Bella shook her head quickly, eyes still shut. There was too much to process — too many strangers, too many eyes. But in a sudden gesture, Dave's soft, commanding hand went to her head, his palm cupping her crown with a gentle pressure. He drew her in, pr







