Ao3 Isolation Novels & Stories

I looked up to see that a ball was now opened into four parts and whatever was in it was now empty of it. Well... Isabelle suddenly turned to look at me then she blushed keeping her face in my chest. I chuckled and put my hand behind her head smiling. "Can we leave now?" She asked mumbling into my chest. "Come here," I said pulling her towards a nearby empty spot. 'Look away from us. Your Luna is uncomfortable.' I said into the mind link making sure I had cut Isabelle's off. The pack members looked away and turned their heads as if nothing had happened. Good.

I said. “You can’t fight everything alone.” He said. “I can try.” I said. “That’s not a plan.” He said. “It has kept me alive.” I shot back. He stepped closer and the shift in the air came with him. The bond stirred under my skin like it had been waiting for this moment to snap tighter. “It has kept you isolated. There is a difference.” He said. “Isolation is safer than betrayal.” I said. “You keep saying that like it is face. It sounds like fear.” He said.

A pause He went on, "But I know this," as he did. "Institutions won't be able to negotiate our lives in their current form." She held his gaze. “No,” she said. "Uniquely by us." They didn’t touch. They didn’t promise. But something shifted—not backward, not forward. Inward. That night, alone again, Elara opened her notebook. She wrote one line. Isolation is the price of clarity—but connection survives it. She closed the notebook and turned off the light.

It would never allow us such freedom. I sucked the head between my lips. His fingers raked through my hair, massaging my scalp. The single touch had me on the verge of exploding. I let my pheromones loose. Nothing else mattered. Not our past. Definitely not our future. At that moment, we were two people. Strangers. He, the alpha. I, the omega.

Ellis was in daze and didn't realize when his pheromones started to release on it's own and attractive Austin. "Ahhh." Ellis moaned when Austin bit his neck. His body started to react in Austin's touch. His mind didn't work properly. Austin started to kiss, lick and suck Ellis's neck leaving hickeys. Ellis wanted to push Austin away from him but he was feeling weak. But he need to be strong, he couldn't feel weak. It's his brother's lover no matter if Austin was an alpha or an omega. Ellis gathered his all strength and pushed Austin away. Austin fall on the bed and Ellis ran out of the room and locked the door from outside.

"When Aurora was eight. Isla tried to steal her heirloom. When she said no, Isla pushed her down the stairs. Aurora broke her arm, but you said she was just clumsy. You threw her in the isolation room for the night." "When Aurora was ten..." "When Aurora was fifteen..." Kane read them out, one by one. Every video, every record, every audio clip. It was like a silver blade plunging right into their hearts. All the little things they had brushed off were laid out in blood. Their voices from the past echoed through the hall, each word a fresh stab in their hearts: "Aurora! Stop acting like a brat! Isla is an Omega and you're an Alpha. Just let her have it!"

Damian shouted. "Alive," replied the voice. "For the time being." The connection went dead. Damian slammed the device onto the table, rage breaking through his calm. "They're pushing me," he said. "Then we push back," Aria answered. He turned sharply to her. "This isn’t a game." "No," she said. "It’s a repeating issue. And I believe I understand it." She brought up the tablet, her fingers flying over the screen. "They are isolating you. Making you act. First the leaks. Then the guardian. Now me."

The climb from poverty to power had cost her everything normal, including real relationships. Her phone buzzed. A message from Adanna: *Can’t wait for our lunch tomorrow, sis! Thorian says hi. Love you! * Isolde’s stomach twisted. She set the phone down, guilt mixing with the lingering arousal from the session. That masked woman tonight... the way she moaned, the shape of her body... Yes... no. no. no. Impossible. Meanwhile, across town in their luxurious apartment, Adanna lay in bed beside a sleeping Thorian. Her body still ached deliciously in all the right places. She had never felt so alive, so free.

The pulse in their throats beat like rabbit hearts. “On the bed,” Sam instructed, his voice quiet but leaving no room for argument. They scrambled onto the furs. Orlando and Leo produced thick, soft cords. They worked efficiently, tying each woman spread-eagle to the bedposts. Aida’s wrists were secured above her head, pulling her chest taut. Lorna’s ankles were parted wide, exposing her completely. Fe was tied on her stomach, her round ass in the air. The shift in the air was immediate—fear, yes, but beneath it, a heavy, cloying scent of arousal. Omega submission. Omega need.

He just stared into space, letting his pupils seem lifeless. He muttered meaningless words under his breath. Whispered random names. Sometimes he laughed, other times he curled up against the wall like a terrified child. — He’s on the edge — commented Salvatore. — A couple more days and he’ll be completely unhinged. The woman accompanying Salvatore, holding a folder in her arms, nodded with a wicked smile. —The isolation has been effective. He's breaking. We just need one more catalyst. Maybe another visit from “Isabela’s double.”