Bella Is The Volturi Kings Mate Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Why does he only care about her? Bullet smirked, running his fingers through Bella’s hair like she was some kind of trophy. “You said you’d kill me. You wanted to capture me, torture me,” he mocked, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “But look at you now. The tables have turned, Vincent.” Bella met his gaze with nothing but hatred, her eyes burning with fury. But that only made him laugh. “All because of this delicate little butterfly,” Bullet mused, tilting her chin up. “You’re hanging there, bleeding out, and soon? You’ll be nothing but a corpse on the floor.”

The unexpected confrontation with Eleanor had laid bare the chasm that separated them, and Bella's internal struggle was now thrust into the harsh light of scrutiny. "I do not seek friendship, Bella," Eleanor declared, her words laced with a cold detachment. "But I demand allegiance to our traditions, to the sacred laws that have preserved our kind for centuries. Your wavering loyalty taints the very foundation of our existence." Bella, standing firm under the weight of Eleanor's accusations, squared her shoulders and met the cold gaze with a resilience that belied the turmoil within. The air crackled with tension as their opposing ideals clashed, the ancestral traditions of vampires pitted

Atlas chuckled as he saw her pinkish cheeks, "This Bella...is still shy like the little Bella. Really, I missed her like crazy. I was very mad because I thought she forgot me. But I'm very glad now because she didn't. Did she miss me?" Bella's face got straight, she said with a cold tone, "She was too busy to miss anyone." Atlas felt a pang of pain inside his heart, "That's right. She will be the..." Bella nodded, "Queen. The wife of King Kai." Atlas put a fake smile on his face. That's right.

“But you’re not marked. Not claimed. That leaves room—for me.” Her words struck like blades. “We were lovers,” Serena added casually. “Real ones. We were always meant to return to each other—until you appeared.” Bella stepped back, heart pounding, holding herself together by sheer will. “You’re here because you’re afraid,” Bella said quietly, steel creeping into her voice. “You know he’s my mate.” Serena laughed. “Mate? Maybe. But I’m stronger. Pureblood. A better queen.” She leaned closer. “And he chose to take me on royal duties, not you. That should tell you everything.”

I asked him. “Bella is an omega who has had it worse all her life. She will be more than happy to return back to you. I know she is probably not feeling fine just like you and I’m so sure you will get better once you claim her as your mate. I want you to believe me, Your majesty?” He said.

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Bella replied, offering a strained smile. "Perhaps you think this little she-wolf is unworthy of being the king's mate," Lilith pressed, scrutinizing Bella’s reaction. Bella's eyes flicked up sharply, but her expression remained composed. "If the king is meant to be mine, then the gods will lead him to me. If he belongs to someone else," her gaze briefly shifted to Aurora, "then the gods have chosen her. I am not one to defy divine will."

It belonged to Sebastian Buckley, the Alpha King. I typed, "Alpha King, I want to sever my mate bond with Leonardo."

“Get. Out.” Bella yanked her wrist out of his grasp. She turned clopped out of the shower, heels clicking on the tile. Once she was out, she ran a hand over her body, using magiks to dry her soaking wet clothing. She turned back to look at Valentin as her long black hair was curling at the ends. “This obsession you have with her,” Bella snapped. “It ends. I will not be embarrassed by a weak, whore of an Alpha.” Valentin clenched his jaw. He jammed his teeth into his tongue to keep himself from spilling Zora’s secret. That she wasn’t weak nor was she a whore. She was the Highest Alpha to exist at this school. Bella was nothing in the comparison to her.

“I'm not getting rapey with you or anything like that. My boyfriend would take great offense to that. I am just going to get you out of here before I have a rotting corpse beside the rotting cheeses.” “Mmm..” Bella whimpers, trying to move away from him. She does not know him or trust him. Although he is being somewhat kind to her, she has no idea what to do with him being kind. Is it genuine or is it some ploy to get her to drop her guard?