Twilight Fanfiction Bella Is Imprinted On By Two Wolves 소설 & 이야기

"Forgive me, my darling. Everyone says a mate bond is the Moon Goddess' greatest blessing, but no one says that it's also her cruelest curse." From that day on, I became the sole werewolf in the pack without a wolf. I watched others bond, mark, kiss, and pledge eternity to each other, but there was nothing but cold indifference in my eyes. I didn't believe in destiny or love… until I met Troy. It was the night of the pack's Hunt Festival when the moon hung full and bright. Troy was the newly appointed Alpha. He was young, proud, and devastatingly handsome. The moment his gaze landed on me, a flash of gold detonated in his eyes. The wolf tattoo on his chest began to flow, and he even let out

ALPHA ROMAN'S POV “ Having a busy day?” Vincent, my beta asked as he dropped into my office, I raised my eyes in his direction.” Did you find anything?” “ I don't know if you want to hear this.” He shook his head and I leaned in my seat. I have been reading ancient books trying to get to the bottom of this. Bella's wolf seemed more complicated than I thought. I didn't know much but per what I have come across in this book, I perceived she was some sort of royal wolf with ancient magical powers precisely unlimited magic.

It was Gladdis, Maddie’s mother, who had helped Belle with the cloaking spell for hiding from her mate. Immi and Belle had always been slightly closer, not by much, but definitely somewhat. It was easy to be close to someone who you related so much too. Both Belle and Immi were hybrid wolves, and as they both dealt in magic, they were often trained together growing up. Belle had loved being a part of Immi’s journey, she couldn’t have been prouder of the incredibly power witch Immi had turned out to be. Immi squeezed Belle’s hand. “Nothing would have stopped us from being here.”

So many messages, orders, reports, and updates started displaying. My eyes scanned through them rapidly, my expression slowly shifting from curiosity to something far more intense. “Wow,” I whispered. “What is it?” Alexa asked, stepping closer, and I let out a soft, almost amused laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Bella isn’t wasting time,” I said. “She’s moving faster than we expected.” I scrolled further, my grip tightening slightly. “She’s already trying to build influence,” I continued. “Approaching key wolves, offering gifts, privileges, and positioning herself.”

Ever since that damn witch cursed me, every full moon night, my Shift became torture that shattered and reassembled every bone in my body. My spine began making horrifying cracking sounds. Each vertebra popped and twisted, restructuring itself into something inhuman. On the edge of consciousness, scenes from today's banquet flashed through my mind like slides. When those male wolves stared at Bella with amazed looks, sniffing her scent, I almost tore their throats out right there in the hall. They had smelled it. Bella was covered in my scent—my coat, my bathroom, my car, even my embrace. To werewolves, this meant she was my "property."

Trust fractured, alliances broken. My wolf surged, instincts screaming, as I lunged, fangs and claws ready, ready to protect, to fight, to survive. Dresden followed, a shadow beside me, our bond roaring louder than the chaos, louder than fear. The night had shifted. The balance of power had tilted, and with every heartbeat, every surge of energy, I realized something terrifying yet exhilarating—this was far from over. The Crescent pack would never be the same, and neither would I. Bella’s scream echoed through the hall as Dresden pinned her, every muscle taut with control, while I fought at his side, unstoppable, untamed. My wolf had claimed her place fully, body and soul alive with power.

Screams, snarls, and growls filled the air like a chorus of rage. The largest of the enemy wolves lunged at me. I ducked under him, spun, and drove both claws into his exposed belly. He reared back, howling, but I didn’t stop. As he was about to harm me, Bella shifted back to her human form, taking out the heavy anaesthesia, she stabbed the injection to this one. Taking advantage, I leapt up, bit down on his neck, and held on as he collapsed, both by the effect of the medicine and the fight given to him by the group of wolves.

“Don’t be shy, little wolf. Come out and mark me as well. Then we will complete our mating ritual and attend the coronation ceremony tomorrow.” Xavion’s powerful call shattered all the protective walls, yanking Bella from her shelter. Her helpless howl brought me back to reality. “Ann, we can’t complete the mating ritual right now!” Shoot! Bella hurriedly knocked some sense into my dumb brain, opening my eyes. I pulled my socks and glared at Xavion as he straightened up to see my reaction. “Brilliant! You have planned way ahead, Mr. Salvatore!” Bella pushed forward as my eyes glowed red, registering her presence. I spat out angrily.

Each wolf found their place within the pack's intricate tapestry, contributing their unique talents to our shared goals. Bella's role as Luna underwent a transformative shift. She not only stood as my equal partner but also as a beacon of inspiration and guidance for our pack. Her journey through the shadows of betrayal had instilled within her a profound wisdom, one that she generously shared with others. She mentored younger wolves, helping them embrace their strengths, and reminding them that they, too, held the power to shape their destinies.