INICIAR SESIÓN**ISABELLA**
“How could you be so innocent, Bella?” he whispered, his breath warm against my hair.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. His arms tightened around me, and for a moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
Why did he sound hurt? Why did it feel like my pain had somehow become his?
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**ISABELLA**The morning air was crisp as I stepped outside the sharehouse, clutching the trash bag tightly in one hand. My socks were already getting damp from the dew on the porch steps, and I hurried down barefoot, trying not to think about how cold the cement felt beneath my feet. I had rushed out in my pajamas and hoodie—messy bun, sleep still clinging to the corners of my eyes—not because taking out the trash was urgent, but because Maximilian was waiting inside.He’d gone all the way to my restaurant this morning just to get my favorite Turkish egg dish for breakfast. I hadn’t even asked. He’d just…known. Yesterday, because of what Edward had done, I was completely shaken. He had doubts that the reason for my tears were not just that I missed him but due to something else. However, I could not bring myself to te
**MAXIMILIAN**The scent of blood lingered thick in the crisp mountain air as I dropped the stag from my jaws. It landed with a heavy thud on the moss-covered ground, its fur still warm, its body freshly fallen. Moonlight spilled over the lifeless creature, casting a silver sheen on its antlers and illuminating the breath steaming from my wolf's muzzle. My chest rose steadily with the satisfaction of a clean, efficient hunt.Bones cracked. Muscles pulled. Fur retreated into flesh as I shifted back into my human form. Naked in the moonlit clearing, I exhaled slowly, the earthy tang of blood still clinging to my tongue.That’s when I heard it—a low growl, followed by the dull thump of another kill hitting the ground.My g
**ISABELLA**I rushed into the cafeteria, nearly stumbling over my own two feet as I spotted Sabrina waving from the far corner. My bag thumped against my side.“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I blurted out as I reached the table, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You won’t believe the morning I had.”Sabrina arched a brow, scooting over to make room. “You’re lucky we didn’t eat your share already. Where’s your usual shadow? I didn't see Maximilian with you today.”I laughed nervously, sliding into the chair beside her. “He wasn’t home this morning. I came by myself.”It was the truth, but not all of it.What I didn’t s
**ISABELLA**The soft rumble of shopping carts and low chatter surrounded us as Maximilian and I walked side by side through the quiet aisles of the grocery mart. It was almost surreal—me pushing the cart, Maximilian walking beside me with his hands in his pockets, tall, brooding, and breathtakingly calm as if this was just another day in our life. Just… normal. Domestic. Peaceful.But butterflies were rising in my belly. I hadn’t expected him to come with me.The past few days had been extremely peaceful days in my life where I had been spending a lot of time with Maximilian. We shared meals together, went to the campus together, and ended up sleeping together on the sofa sometimes. Even though we did not have sex I loved to be cuddled and held in his arms.It was a
**ISABELLA**Pansy’s face turned white over whatever Maximilian whispered to her. My heart trembled in my chest with curiosity, and dread, at seeing this side of Maximilian. It had even silenced the proud Alphas in the audience and left them alarmed.“How could you…?” Pansy cried, her makeup smeared and her condition even worse than before. “I loved you, Maximilian. I went this far to have you, but you… you…”“Ugh…disgusting,” Maximilian groaned, standing up. “You should’ve done a background check on me when you were doing all that digging,” he said, glancing down at her blankly. “I, Maximilian Vense, hate girls like you.”Pansy looked hea
**ISABELLA**There was… another me.And I realized it only after the nightmare ended, the moment I stood over the stalker who had nearly killed Maximilian.She was the one who had caused the accident… the one who would’ve taken his life if he hadn’t leapt from his car seconds before it plummeted over the edge of the cliff.Now, she lay in a pool of her own blood, barely breathing.Her crimson life seeped across the ground, dripping from my trembling hands—hands I barely recognized.That version of me—the cold, unflinching part—I hadn’t even known she existed.







