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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.
Bella noticed Dave Stark’s name before she even registered the vibration of her phone.Her heart leapt, light and reckless, the way it always did when his name appeared. She’d saved his contact with a simple white heart—nothing dramatic, nothing loud. Just quiet certainty.She fixed her gaze on the screen for a moment too long and then looked up at Morgan, who stood next to the large, charcoal-gray Aurex VX that was parked under the bright floodlights outside the estate hall.“Are you sure you want to leave already?” Bella asked, trying to sound casual. “You could stay longer. Everyone’s still… enjoying themselves.”Morgan smiled faintly, a smile that never quite reached his eyes. “Parties aren’t really my scene. I’ll be much happier once I’m out of this place," he said."Yes," she nodded, understanding more than she was saying. It had been a rough night, with too many people watching and too many things left unsaid. Bella quickly sent a message to Sandra and Nova, letting them know M
All eyes in the room turned to Bella at the same time.The music pulsed harder, the bass thundering through the crowded room, but it was as if the world itself had shrunk down to a solitary, choking focus. Warmth slithered up her back. The aroma of alcohol, perspiration, and wolf musk filled the air.But then came the sound of footsteps from a few feet away, the approaching figure being none other thanAlpha Marcus.Her former mate.He lifted his glass in a mocking salute, eyes glinting silver beneath the hanging lights. "Why don't we make this interesting?" he drawled, his voice carrying effortlessly over the noise. "Why don't we make it just you and me?"Bella's heart slammed against her ribs.He leaned in closer.Instinct yelled at her to back off, but as she turned to do so, her back collided with solid bodies behind. Too many. Too close. It was as if the room itself had conspired to cage her in.Her pulse skyrocketed.Did he mind-link them?The space suddenly felt too tight. Too
Dave Stark gently set Bella down on the bed as if she were some precious but dangerous merchandise.With one hand pressed against the side of her head and the other reaching out for her, he came close to her as if the only thing that kept him sane was to close as much space as he could between them. His eyes wandered over her face as if committing her features to memory.Bella’s breathing was shallow.Then, in one smooth motion, Dave stood up to remove his white T-shirt by taking it off over his head.Her eyes betrayed her.Broad shoulders. Muscular arms honed from violence and training. A powerful chest expanding and contracting with controlled inhalations. A hint of body hair disappearing into the waistband, tempered abs disappearing into low-slung black jeans."Perfection" was a very weak word.A dark glint flickered in Dave's eyes as he noticed the way her eyes lingered.He whispered, "You’re perfect."Then he kissed her.Not gently.Not carefully.He pressed his lips to hers as i
As soon as the words escaped her lips, Bella regretted saying them.The silence that followed was oppressive rather than awkward.Dave Stark was a few feet away from her, his jaw locked so tight that it made a tickly spot beneath his skin. Suddenly, the loft, which was this private space of his, seemed to be shrinking, with walls closing in on the conversation to hear."So," chewing nervously on the gum she had foolishly put into her mouth only minutes before, Bella spoke. "Are you interested in seeing me nude? Is that all you want? Want me to strip for you?*The question was half-trembling, halfWhy did she make such statements at all?She fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, which was too large for her. It smelled of his scent. Clean. Dark. Dangerous.Dave looked just as tense.“No,” he said after a beat. Then he corrected himself. “I mean—yes. But not like that.”She blinked.He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping. “You asked about the pictures. It’s not… a
Bella had not been sleeping well.Desire was a restless thing that curled around her ribs like smoke that lingered, not because she was afraid or doubted.She was startled from her reverie by the thrum of a very powerful engine.Just as the early morning mist began to clear from the street, a matte-black Aston Martin Vantage appeared at Linda's townhouse. The car's predatory, expensive, sleek design made it seem out of place among the modest buildings surrounding the area.Dave Stark stepped out.He was noticeable even from a distance.Tall, wide-shouldered. Wearing a charcoal coat and dark slacks, he exuded quiet authority. The air changed just by his presence, as if the world moved to make room for him.Before Bella could even get to him, her breath caught.Dave's firm, possessive hand was on her jaw as soon as she slid into the passenger seat, turning her face in his direction.His mouth claimed hers without warning.The kiss was deep. Hungry. The kind that replaced thought with he
Bella stood in the silver glow of the moon and watched the taillights of Dave Stark's car disappear down the street. She still felt the electricity from the touch of his hands on her dress, the memory of hiscontrol burning around her neck like a manacle. He had zipped her dress together while his hands shook, and he growled, "Go. Before I forget that I am attempting to behave as a gentleman."She hadn’t been able to trust her voice to respond to him. “I’ll call you if I can,” she’ll say. “I’ll call you if I can,” she’ll say if she speaks. Then she would climb back into his lap and take his mouth andBut now, in this moment, facing the small rented bungalow she shared with her mom, Linda, and little sister, Amanda. The flush of excitement slid away, replaced by a tight knot in the pit of her stomach.In fact, she flushed in embarrassment as she saw them lying sprawled on the worn-out sofa—but the sofa was no longer worn.Everything that was inside the house was no longer the same.A fl







