Semua Bab Bound By The Moon: The Alpha’s Regret: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Bella’s POV “Say it,” I snapped. “You think I’m that wolf?”His silence was all the answer I needed.“You’ve been watching me like I’m a threat.”“No,” he said finally. “Like you’re a target.”I narrowed my eyes. “That supposed to make me feel better?”He stepped closer, and I instinctively took a step back.“I didn’t know for sure at first,” he said. “But the way you fought that rogue… the way you healed. Something’s different about you.”“You don’t know anything about me.”“I know your scent changed the moment you crossed into this town. I know there’s power humming under your skin that most wolves don’t carry. And I know others are looking for you.”My chest tightened. “Who?”He didn’t answer.I turned sharply. “We’re done here.”“You need to be careful,” he said. “If they find you first—”“I said we’re done.”I shifted before he could say another word, bones snapping, fur bursting through skin as I let the wolf take over. My wolf didn’t hesitate. She bolted through the trees, hea

Bella POVI woke up choking on smoke. My lungs felt clogged as I shot up from the floor, coughing and swiping at the air. The mattress I’d been sleeping on was torn to shreds, and the front window was shattered. Moonlight illuminated the room—right onto the three snarling wolves standing in the middle of the room. I didn’t think so. I shifted.Bones cracked and skin split, and the pain of the transformation barely registered. My wolf hit the ground running, claws scrabbled across the wood as I dodged a lunging gray brute with scars across his snout. One of them managed to land a slash along my side. Fire raced through my ribs. I howled, more in fury than pain, and leapt through the broken window.I ran as fast and hard as my legs could. Branches tore at my fur as I barreled through the trees. Behind me, paws thundered. They were following me. Of course they were.But I knew these woods now. I veered hard left, ducked under a fallen log, and doubled back. It threw them off just enoug

Bella’s POV“Don’t speak unless asked. Don’t stare. And for Moon’s sake, don’t howl.” Harper said to me with a stern voice. I didn't object to what she was saying because I was too disoriented to make any decision for myself. It all felt like I was on a borrowed life. Nothing that had happened since I left the pack made any sense. How I went from belonging to a pack and being no different from a rogue felt frustrating. Harper shoved a dark blue passport into my hand as we neared the airport gates. Her voice was steady, but her eyes flicked around like she expected someone to jump us before we hit the terminal. June handed Liam a small black backpack, zipped shut and stiff with forged documents.“Where did you even get these?” I asked, eyeing the name printed inside the booklet. Annabelle Moon. Born in Toronto. Age twenty-four. Blood type O negative.“Don’t worry about it,” Harper muttered. “A friend of a friend who owes me two favors and one broken kneecap.”I raised an eyebrow. “C

Liam POVThe wind in Norway felt really good and homy.Every morning, I told myself I’d get used to it. The quietness, the open roads, the way people nodded politely and kept to themselves. But after nearly two months, I still couldn’t breathe right in this place.“Try to blend in,” Harper had said. “Stay off the radar.”“Hard to do when your instincts scream every time a branch cracks.” I always replied. I walked to the edge of the woods again. There was no particular reason. Just the usual scent check, energy scan, terrain memory. The soil here held no pack. No old blood. No buried bones. But the wind was wrong.It felt like someone was watching. I stopped at the base of a twisted pine and sniffed the air but there was nothing. Just frost and tree sap and sea fog.But I didn’t imagine it. I never imagined it.Bella was already home when I returned. She stood in the kitchen in her scrubs, sleeves pushed to her elbows, hair tied back. A soft glow followed her now. Subtle, but I could

Bella’s POV The moment I stepped through the front door, Harper was already waiting. Her arms were crossed, her jaw tight, and the look in her eyes told me this wasn’t going to be a casual conversation.She was waiting, sitting at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee was on the table too. She looked up when she saw me, her eyes soft but tired.“You need to back off, Bella,” she said the second I closed the door behind me.I dropped my bag by the couch, my heart was still pounding from what happened at the hospital. “Back off from what?”“You know what,” she snapped. “The patient. The healing. The doctor asking questions. You think they won’t notice something’s off? You’re playing with fire.”I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. “I saved his life, Harper. He was gone. Flatlined. And now he’s alive. I can’t pretend that didn’t happen.”“You should pretend,” she said sharply. “This is what we agreed on—low profile, no powers, no attention. This kind of miracle? It’s exactly w