บททั้งหมดของ Beyond The Full Moon: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Bella's POV My head was loaded with heavy tires of confusion that were angrily screeching in my damn mind, adding to the melody that was already drumming in my head. I looked at his devilish face, that sheepish smile never disappearing and his beautiful and piercing blue eyes ever charming but only adding to the anger of betrayal that was burning hot in my head. My heart was fried already, just waiting to be eaten by the stupidity of my next action. I thought about strangling his neck, but I realized I was chained. Fuck!! I felt a rush of anger flood my veins. The sight of him, my mind replaying everything he's done only fills me with rage. I never expected him to visit, not after the way he fucking abandoned and betrayed me, leaving me here to rot and he carried on as if nothing happened. Come to think of it, why did he come to cause me more pain by reminding me about the very cause of all my fucking problems, Jose's death. I was speechless, left with nothing to say. I st

Bella's POV Waking up every day remains a living nightmare for me. My mind endlessly punishes me for the whole traumatic event with Luka and the fucking arrow. It's fucking annoying that I don't have a damn wolf and my wound is still slowly healing. My mind remains a dump of the overwhelming emotions of my betrayal and anger. My view of the world has completely changed, I have none to trust other than me, myself, and I. Fuck!! I lay in my cell, my usual ritual since I was discharged from the infirmary, wondering how things could have suddenly gone so wrong. The silence is heavy in my heart and my pain gnaws at me. It creates a wide space for me to be alone, completely isolated, even though I'm in the midst of people. This is what my once beautiful life has now turned into. Out of nowhere, a guard suddenly approaches. I didn't even notice his presence and the usual jangling of his keys until I heard the sound of the iron lock clicking. "Bella!" He called. "Someone is here for

Bella's POV They took me to the execution grounds. A cold place where many before me have met their end. It's always done in a grand style as if they're celebrating anything noble. The atmosphere is charged with a sense of finality for me, and for them, a sense of justice. The air is thick with tension as the time of my execution draws nearer. My hands are tied and the guards surrounding me are more vigilant than ever, ensuring that I don't even try to escape or resist. Do they think I'm capable of fighting my way through or running away from here? That's so silly of them. They pressed me down to my knees in front of the crowd, pressing my head on the execution platform. I wonder what's wrong with them. Just a single request, and I'll kneel, another one, and I'll submit. There's no need for force. I know I'm gonna die so it's best if they let me die in peace. The crowd is gathered, whispering amongst themselves. Some with pity, others with contempt. I saw some familiar faces

Ryan's POV I was alone as usual in the middle of the forest, resting in my hideout, struggling to suppress the restlessness that's been freaking me out for days now. At times, it'll be as if my heart is about to explode, this I just can't seem to understand. My lungs pump heavily, and I'll feel even the weight of her heavy breath right in my throat. However, today was different. It was stronger and sudden. A strong pain struck me. One I've never known before. It hit me hard on my chest and moved down to my legs, spreading through my entire body and disturbing my soul. This was not like the others, it's not physical, a bit emotional, it's spiritual. It's stronger. I could feel the connection more, even though it was rapidly reducing to a flicker. A sharp overwhelming weight tangled around my heart, one I knew was hers. I knew it, something must've gone wrong. I clenched my hand, my fangs bared, my magic unwavering. “She's dying. I can sense it.” Ever since I was banished fro

Bella's POVI can't believe he said this to me. You know, I used to think love was a beautiful thing, so they said, but in my own story, every time I find love or love finds me, it always ends tragically. Love is never beautiful, not to me, not to anyone. We just have to confront the truth.My head was jammed with thoughts. I looked at him, my vision blurred by the tears budging in my eyes, my legs trembling and my soul drowning.“Ryan…”He stood up, his expression darkening into a fierce scowl. His anger simmered inside him and found its way out the surface.He clenched his jaw and gripped my chin hard, his eyes locked onto me, his gaze a mix of uncertainty but anger vivid.“I told you, I don't want to be your mate. I can't be your mate.” He snapped, his voice cut through the silence like a sword.Those were heavy slams. I bet I'll prefer him hitting me than hurting my feelings. My heart cracked to pieces, and the strong mask I wore before fell off, exposing the weakling behind the s