LOGINHis cold green eyes locked onto a pair of bright blue orbs, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to stop around them.
She blinked—once, then twice—and a soft gasp escaped her parted lips, instantly drawing Killian’s gaze downward.
Fuck. Those lips. So damn kissable. He was already painfully hard just from looking at them. His heart was pounding, and his wolf snarled in his head.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
But suddenly, her expression shifted—terror flashing in her eyes. She began to wriggle out of his arms, and the change made his brows knit in confusion.
Who was she terrified of? Was it him?
But when she struggled harder, he let her go.
She didn’t stay a moment longer. She turned and ran—as if fleeing for her life.
Killian stood frozen, still feeling the imprint of her in his arms.
‘Who the fuck was she?’
The question was growled in his mind by his wolf, consuming every ounce of Killian’s focus—pushing everything else in the world to the side.
"That was Isabella Hart. Your bride," Ethan informed, noticing the eager expression on Killian's face. It was as if Killian suddenly snapped out of a trance. He stared at Ethan, then looked again in the direction where Isabella had disappeared.
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"Where were you, Bella?" Jessica scowled as Isabella entered the room where she was supposed to get ready for the wedding. Jessica was already there, waiting—and seething.
When Isabella heard someone had gotten hurt in the kitchen, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from going and helping the omega who had been wailing in pain. It took longer than she thought. But what she never expected was to collide with Alpha Killian.
How did she recognize him?
Well, no one had that intimidating cold aura as strong and commanding as the Alpha. The moment she realized that the unknown man she had bumped into wasn’t a stranger—but Alpha Killian, terror flooded her.
More terrifying than that?
That weird, unfamiliar sensation that passed through her when he held her.What was that?
“Oh, dream girl, come out of your fantasy and return to Earth to grace us with your pathetic presence,” Jessica mocked, snapping her back to reality. “Now, hurry up and get ready. Alpha Killian is already here, and everyone is waiting for the bride. And Father is calling you,” she added before walking out.
Isabella sighed as she looked at her very simple white wedding gown. She picked it up and began to change quickly.
She fixed her hair into a messy bun and placed the veil on the crown of her head. Then she stepped out of the room, noticing a few omegas waiting to accompany her to the wedding hall—not her mother, not her sister. No one from her family.
The moment Isabella stepped onto the ceremonial grounds, her heart skipped a beat. What was usually an open stretch of land near the edge of the forest had been transformed into a majestic wedding arena—large fabric canopies in shades of deep crimson and gold billowed in the breeze, mimicking the structure of a grand hall. Lanterns hung from tall wooden poles, casting a warm glow over the gathering as twilight approached. The scent of pine mingled with the faint fragrance of fresh roses scattered along the aisle.
Her gaze traveled to the raised platform at the center, where her father, Alpha George, stood. His deep voice resonated across the pack grounds, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Today, I have a very important and joyous announcement to make,” he began, his eyes scanning the crowd. “We are honored to be joined by our esteemed guests—Alpha King James Nightbane and his son, Alpha Prince Killian Nightbane.”
A quiet murmur rippled through the pack.
“I am pleased to announce that an alliance has been formed between our packs,” Alpha George continued. “And to seal this bond, Prince Killian will marry my daughter, Isabella.”
Isabella’s chest tightened with nerves. Eyes turned toward her—some filled with surprise, others with silent judgment. She stood frozen at the edge of the gathering, trying to keep her expression and emotions in check. Until now, the entire pack believed Alpha Killian would marry Jessica, but no one ever imagined Isabella would be his bride.
Now that they knew, they feared his fury—if Alpha Killian discovered his offered bride was nothing more than a weak she-wolf, his wrath would be merciless… and every last one of them would pay the price.
“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
In a jagged shadow just beyond the Blood Moon Pack’s border, Grace stood before the Rogue King. He was a myth made of scars and silence—a sovereign who never revealed his face to the world. Yet, here he was, emerging from the gloom for a meeting that carried the scent of high treason. Grace wore a heavy, charcoal-grey traveling cloak that concealed her frame, cinched at the waist with a leather belt holding a hidden silver dagger, while Arthur was dressed in dark, tactical hunting leathers, his boots muted with mud to ensure every step he took in the woods was silent.The rogue King’s voice was a low grate, like stone on stone. “Why have you summoned me to this patch of dirt?”Grace forced a thin, sharp smile. Her heart hammered against her ribs; she knew her clock was ticking. If Killian chose to believe Isabella’s claims, Grace’s grand designed scheme would crumble before she could strike the final blow.“Straight to the point, then,” Grace countered, her voice laced with a hollow c







