Fated Mates Torn By Hate (Werewolf Short Stories)
In her bloody red dress, she looked like a devil enjoying what was happening.
“Rowan, you're drunk,” she whispered as she turned to me. “Looks like you brought the wrong other Bella to the party.”
My chest tightened to the point of my emotions exploding, my mind going blank as I stared at her.
Who is she? Why was she acting like he belonged to her—to each other?!
“Oh, don't worry, Bella,” she purred with a snake’s smile. “I'm pretty sure I was born Bella, unlike you who’s born Mirabella. I'm the real Bella. Aren't I, Rowan?”