LOGINBella
The smug smile on Harry's face only grew wider.
You were saying? he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
Heat rushed to my face.
"I…" My voice caught in my throat.
The bond was finally settling, but my body still trembled from everything that had happened only moments ago. My clothes were a mess, my breathing uneven, and standing in front of him while he looked completely composed only made the embarrassment worse.
I didn't mean it.
"No?" His eyebrow lifted.
I lowered my eyes.
I'm sorry, Alpha.
He walked toward me slowly until only a step separated us.
You've become bolder.
I lost my temper.
You called your Alpha a bastard.
His voice wasn't loud.
If anything, it was calm.
That somehow felt more intimidating.
I apologised.
You did.
Silence settled between us.
I could feel his eyes on my face, studying me, waiting for something.
I didn't know what.
Finally, he stepped around me and picked up the file that had fallen from the desk during our argument.
He placed it back neatly before speaking again.
This won't happen again.
For a second, I thought he meant the argument.
Then I understood.
Us.
The kiss.
The bond pulling us together.
Everything.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.
Of course.
It was a mistake.
Those four words hurt more than I expected.
But I nodded anyway.
Yes, Alpha.
He looked satisfied with my answer.
Good.
I bent down to gather the remaining documents scattered across the floor. Neither of us spoke while I stacked them together.
The room felt strangely empty now.
Only minutes ago, it was filled with heat, anger, and desperation.
Now it felt colder than before. I turned toward the door.
Where are you going? Harry asked.
Back to my room.
You still have work.
I stopped.
I've finished today's reports.
There are tomorrow's reports.
I looked back at him.
I'll complete them after breakfast.
He stared at me for several seconds before giving a short nod.
Fine.
I reached for the doorknob.
Bella.
My hand froze.
Yes, Alpha?
His voice came quieter this time.
Keep today between us.
A bitter smile almost escaped me.
As if anyone would believe me.
I opened the door and walked out before he could answer.
The corridor was empty. Each step away from his office made breathing easier. But the bond refused to quiet completely. It lingered beneath my skin, reminding me that no matter how much distance I put between us, it would always exist. I hated it. Not because it was there. Because it was one-sided. Harry wanted nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with me. By the time I reached my room, exhaustion settled over me. I closed the door quietly and leaned against it.
What are you doing to yourself, Bella? I whispered.
No one answered.
I looked down at my hand and slowly rested it against my stomach.
"I'm sorry."
I wasn't sure whether I was apologising to myself. Or to the tiny life growing inside me.
That evening, Bella remained in her room longer than usual.
Dinner came and went.
A servant knocked once before leaving a tray outside the door.
She ate alone.
This was exactly what Harry had desired from the start.
Harry sat alone in the dining room.
The chair across from him remained empty.
One of the servants stepped forward carefully.
My Lord
What?
Lady Bella requested to eat in her room.
He didn't look up from his meal.
Then let her.
Yes, Alpha.
The servant hurried away.
Harry continued eating in silence.
It shouldn't have mattered.
The arrangement had been his idea. Separate rooms. Separate lives. Minimal conversations.
Everything was going exactly as planned.
So why did the empty chair keep drawing his attention?
He frowned at himself.
Ridiculous.
He finished dinner without another word and returned to his office, convincing himself that nothing had changed.
Nothing at all.
“The one place I swore I would never return.”Simon’s words hung heavy in the freezing night air. Bella looked at him, startled by the sudden, raw weight in his voice. She opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but before she could speak, Simon grabbed her arm gently, his eyes scanning the ridgeline.“We can’t stay on this ridge,” he said, his voice returning to its sharp, practical tone. “We’re exposed here. If anyone climbs the eastern pass, we’ll be silhouettes against the snow.”Without another word, he led her off the cliff edge, picking a steep, hidden goat trail that sloped down toward the structure below.As they drew closer, the structure lost its imposing grandeur. It wasn’t a palace or fortress it was an old, abandoned refuge built into the mountain itself. Time and harsh winters had reduced much of it to ruins.The outer perimeter wall was half-collapsed, its stone blocks scattered beneath deep snow drifts. Roofs had caved in under years of heavy ice, leaving open rafters
The burning cabin threw a harsh, flickering orange light across the snow, sending dark shadows dancing against the rock wall.Simon still had Bella’s wrist in his firm grip. He didn't pull her, and he didn't run. His eyes remained fixed on the jagged eastern mountain range rising into the black night sky, his posture dead still.Shouts continued to echo faintly from the western slope behind them.Bella watched him carefully. Simon wasn't panicking; he was listening. He dropped to one knee, pressing two fingers firmly into the frozen earth beneath the ivy overhang. He held his breath, studying the shift of the freezing wind, evaluating the muffled echoes bouncing off the gorge walls.Quietly, almost under his breath, he said, “Good they’re searching the wrong side.”The shouts grew distant, moving further west down the mountain. Bella realized then that Simon hadn't just escaped the cabin he had used the terrain and the smoke to draw their eyes away, erasing their tracks into the mount
The third impact finally gave way not with a cinematic explosion, but with the brutal, screeching crunch of failing timber. The heavy door buckled inward, splintering down the center as a log ram smashed through the iron latch.Simon didn’t wait for the hinges to burst.The instant a crack opened in the frame, his bowstring snapped forward. The black-fletched arrow streaked through the narrow gap, striking the lead attacker squarely in the shoulder. A harsh cry echoed from the porch as the man stumbled back, forcing the rest of his group to scatter behind the stone chimney for cover.It was a cold display of lethal skill. These weren't erratic rogues; they were disciplined hunters who had expected an easy breach and were now forced to reassess their target.Bella didn't freeze.Everything Simon had drilled into her over the past chapters locked into place. Moving with silent, instinctive speed, she immediately threw a damp wool wrap over the remaining embers in the hearth, plunging th
CHAPTER 39Bella dropped even lower into the shadowed corner behind the heavy oak table, the cold floorboards biting into her knees. Beside her, Simon’s hand remained clamped on her shoulder, an anchor of immovable weight in the dark.Then, he let go.Outside, the howls stopped.The silence that followed was instant, absolute, and far more terrifying than the echo of wolves. The wind seemed to die down, leaving the mountain glade frozen in a breathless, suffocating quiet.Simon didn't reach for his heavy blade. Instead, moving with invisible, fluid precision, his fingers found the smooth riser of his bow. He slipped a single, black-fletched arrow from his quiver, nocking it against the string without making a sound.Bella watched him through the pitch darkness. He wasn't preparing to rush out into the night or pick a fight out of anger. He didn't know how many were out there, and he wasn't going to waste energy on bravado. He was preparing to survive.Seconds dragged like hours.Then
Bella’s breath caught in her throat, freezing into a faint white mist before vanishing into the icy night air.Beside her, Simon stood entirely motionless. His posture was locked, his weight balanced, his gaze fixed on the doorway of the cabin.The heavy oak door hung wide open, swinging an inch back and forth in the bitter mountain wind with a slow, rhythmic creak. Inside, the hearth was dark, the air cold, and the interior swallowed by shadow.Neither of them spoke.A heavy, suffocating silence settled over the clearing. The stillness itself felt sharp, charged with an unspoken warning that made the skin on the back of Bella’s neck prickle.Something is very wrong.Her hand instinctively hovered near the small hunting knife at her belt. She waited for Simon to draw his blade, to move forward, to surge into the cabin and clear the structure.Instead, he stayed completely still.Bella glanced at him sideways. He wasn't staring into the dark cabin at all. His dark, sharp eyes were glue
Bella woke before the grey light of morning even reached the window, her pulse still slightly quick from the memory of the night before.She kept her eyes half-closed, listening carefully. Across the room, Simon was already at the hearth, strapping his gear together with the same quiet, methodical efficiency he showed every morning. He hadn't brought up her midnight excursion. He hadn't accused her of slipping out into the freezing darkness to spy on his meeting, nor had he demanded to know how much she had heard.His silence unsettled her far more than an accusation would have. A direct confrontation meant he was reacting; this level of cold, unchanged routine meant he was calculating.When she finally pulled back her wool blanket and sat up, Simon tossed a small leather pouch onto her cot.'Pack it,' he said, his voice level and dry. Today you stop watching. Today you start deciding.Bella paused, her fingers wrapping around the weathered leather. Every day prior, he had issued clea







