MasukElara began, her voice soft but heavy with memory of her daughter. “Isabella, your mother was no ordinary werewolf. She belonged to a lineage of Special Healer Wolves, where the females are born with dormant, ancient powers—gifts that only awaken fully upon meeting a fated mate. Your mother’s fate was tied to the Rogue King.”Elara paused, a flash of phantom pain crossing her features. Isabella studied her grandmother’s face; despite her age, she possessed an ethereal beauty, her skin smooth and unmarred by the years she had carried.“We were all aghast,” Elara continued, her voice trembling with remorse. “We could not understand her choosing him—a man who lived outside the law, a leader of heartless monsters with no morals and no mercy. We tried to force her to reject him, but Catherine was helpless against the pull. She defied us all to be with your father.”Elara’s image flickered, her grief making her form unstable. “When she remained persistent in her choice to go against all of
“Help me? How?” Isabella was still confused, but her nerves had begun to settle. She realized now that these weren’t malevolent ghosts or evil spirits, but something far more ancient. She was determined to figure out what.“But first of all... who are you? And why do you not have feet?”“Because we aren’t physically present here. What you are seeing is our projection,” the woman replied, her voice echoing slightly. Isabella’s eyes widened even more.“How? How is it possible that I can see you when you aren't here?” Isabella asked in disbelief. She reached out, her fingers trembling as she tried to touch the woman’s sleeve, but she felt only empty air. There was no warmth, no fabric—just a faint hum of energy.“Because you and we possess the same gift—the power to manifest in places across great distances. We can be seen and communicate with whoever we choose, even while our bodies remain miles away,” the older man explained.Isabella blinked, her mind reeling. “This... it's all going
Isabella refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, she placed a firm hand against his chest and pushed him back—a clear, cold rejection of his attempt to dominate her. Without a second glance, she turned back to the wardrobe, grabbed her silk nightdress, and walked toward the bathroom.Killian stood frozen, his eyes burning with fury as he watched her disappear behind the door. The click of the lock sounded like a gunshot in the silent room.“Fuck!" he growled, raking a frantic hand through his hair. He paced the floor, his wolf pacing inside him, waiting for her to emerge.When she finally stepped out, he tried again, his voice tight with annoyance. "Are you really intending to stay here? In this room?"Again, Isabella met his question with a deafening silence. She moved with a calm, methodical grace to her side of the bed. She sat down, adjusted her pillow with focused precision, and ignored the storm raging just a few feet away.Killian huffed out a breath, his se
The guards didn't move. Grace gritted her teeth, her face contorting with rage."Have you all turned deaf?" she barked, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "I said, seize her!"The guards remained like statues, their faces masks of unyielding stone. Isabella stood calmly, radiating a commanding aura that hadn't been there before. Though Killian had not yet marked her, they had mated; the scent of the Alpha King was woven into her very skin, marking her as the True Luna. In the hierarchy of the Blood Moon Pack, Grace’s words were mere noise. No one dared lay a finger on the Luna of the pack without the Alpha’s direct command.As the silence stretched, the heavy atmosphere shifted. Killian entered the pack house, his powerful stride taking him directly toward Isabella. James also emerged from his suite, drawn out by the piercing volume of Grace’s voice. Panic had begun to crack Grace’s facade. She rushed toward the Alpha King, her desperation clawing at her voice."Killian! How is sh
When Isabella finally returned to the pack house, her head was held high, and her stride was filled with confidence. Her clothes were shredded and caked in filth; her skin carried the stagnant, metallic stench of the dungeon—the pack’s most secure pit, a place reserved for the vilest of enemies. It was a cruel irony: the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack had been thrown into a hole built for monsters, charged with a murder she hadn't committed.A jagged, humorless laugh escaped her cracked lips as she moved forward. Each step was a sign she was unbreakable, unstoppable. As she moved ahead, she felt the heavy gaze of the pack members—a suffocating mixture of shock and utter disgust. "Bella!"The voice was a sudden burst of warmth in the freezing and the darkest night of her life. It was the first sound of genuine compassion Isabella had heard in hours. She turned slowly, her vision blurring, to see Rose racing toward her."Bella!" Rose cried out again, throwing her arms around Isabella and
"Mother, I still think killing Maya was a bad move. We needed her," Arthur bit out, his voice heavy with frustration. "Now, a loyal ally is dead—and for what? Absolutely nothing."He paced the damp earth, his mind racing. Grace had used Maya as a scapegoat, but Arthur had envisioned a different path—he believed Maya could have been the key to dismantling Killian’s reign from the inside.Grace didn't even look at him; she simply adjusted her cloak with chilling indifference. "Someone had to be sacrificed, Arthur. At that moment, it was Maya’s turn. She was as useless in life as she was in death—at least now, her blood serves our purpose.""But it didn't have to be this way!" Arthur countered, his frustration boiling over. "You should have just gone to Killian. He would have trusted your word over Isabella’s. He doesn't love her.""Shut up, you fool!" Grace snapped, her voice like a whip. She stepped into his space, her eyes flashing with a terrifying intensity. "He doesn't have to love
Killian mind-linked Ethan, ordering him to prepare a full report on how the rogue had entered their territory. He also summoned all the security chiefs for an urgent meeting.Within minutes, the office was filled with the low shuffle of boots and the faint scent of rain-soaked fur. Killian stood be
Killian paced back and forth in his chamber, trying to steady the rush of blood pounding through his veins. The urge to go check on Isabella clawed at him and was very sharp and insistent. After their argument, he had forced himself to focus on work, but his mind refused to settle. Restlessness coi
Her eyes blazed as she snapped, “What are you smiling at?” Killian only shook his head, choosing not to tease his feisty little Luna further. “Forget it,” he muttered. Then, more firmly, he asked, “Tell me, why did you come to my office?” That question had been gnawing at him ever since she had
Isabella’s eyes widened in awe as the Alpha king ended the rogue effortlessly. His black wolf was massive, its fur gleaming in the dim light, every movement commanding attention. She felt mesmerized, caught between fear and fascination at the sight of such raw power—so magnificently alluring, almos







