Norella Pov
Three days have passed since the rejection, yet the ache lingers, unyielding and ever-present. Ama, my wolf, is wounded deeply, her silence a testament to the pain we share. I let the tears fall, a silent river, as I scrub the dishes, my thoughts as fragmented as my dreams of escape.Was this my fate? To be mateless, to endure this torment indefinitely? The goddess's whims seemed cruel, unjust. But I refuse to crumble, to let my spirit shatter like delicate glass. I must leave, find solace away from this place that has always been a prison.Madame Maggie's voice cuts through my reverie, "The alpha wants to see you." Her words, likely a message from the alpha himself, send a shiver down my spine. He didn't reach out to me directly, convinced I've lost all connection to our kind.With a heavy heart, I abandon the soapy water and make my way to the alpha's office. Fear gnaws at me with each step. He'll question me about my wolf, no doubt. It's the only reason he ever summons me—to belittle me, to remind me of what I've lost. But what else could he expect when he's the one who ensured my downfall, lacing my every meal with wolfsbane?"Close the door behind you," Alpha Lowell commanded as I stepped into his office. He was perched on his luxurious chair, while Tyrell lounged on the couch, his presence a silent storm. "Sit down," the alpha directed, gesturing to the chair before him."Ella, I've heard about the rejection," he began, his voice unexpectedly gentle. "But don't fret, everything will turn out fine. A worthy mate awaits you." His words should've been comforting, but they rang hollow. Why did he care? And why use the name 'Ella,' a tender relic from my parents?The room felt charged with unsaid words as he continued, "Have your parents ever mentioned anything about a moon guardian?" I was but a child when they passed; how could I know? I shook my head, a silent 'no.'"Very well, Norella," he said, a hint of something unreadable in his tone. "I'll arrange for someone to help you shift. Be ready." His eyes then flicked to the door. "And behave tomorrow; we have an important visitor."Leaving his office, a whirlwind of confusion enveloped me. Why this sudden kindness? "Ama, Ama," I called inwardly, but my wolf remained silent. It was clear—I needed to leave, and tonight was the time. With the alpha king's arrival on the morrow, the pack would be distracted, the perfect cover for my escape from this torment.The night had draped its velvet curtain over the pack house, and under its cover, I waited. The guards, ever vigilant, patrolled the grounds, their footsteps a familiar cadence in the quiet. I watched from the shadows, counting the moments, waiting for the one when their vigilance would wane.Finally, the time came. The guards changed shifts, their attention caught up in the handover. I slipped past them, a silent shadow against the darkened walls. In the laundry room, I found what I needed—a guard's uniform, carelessly left behind. It was my ticket to freedom. my heart racing as I clutched the stolen uniform. I was moments away from freedom when footsteps approached. It was Myra, her eyes sharp with suspicion. "What are you doing here?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on the bundle under my arm." I heard a sound so I came to check it out" I replied, but Myra wasn't buying it "and when did you become a guard".Before I could muster a lie, a voice called out, "Myra, the luna wishes to see you right now" It was Madame Maggie, her tone urgent. Myra turned on her heel, giving me the chance to slip away. But Madame Maggie wasn't just creating a diversion; she was coming to my aid.As I rounded the corner, her expression a mix of worry and resolve. "Quickly, this way," she whispered, ushering me into a passage. "What's happening, Ella?" Madame Maggie asked, concern etched on her face.I opened my mouth to answer, but the sound of alarms sliced through the air, cutting our conversation short. "I have to go," I said, the urgency clear in my voice.Madame Maggie nodded, understanding the stakes. "Be safe," she said, a finality in her voice that spoke volumes.I quickly changed into the uniform, blended in with the guards as they searched, my heart pounding against my ribs. And then, amidst the chaos, I saw my chance. I slipped through the gates, into the forest, and didn’t look back. Behind me, I left a life of pain and rejection, ahead lay the unknown, and within me, a flicker of hope that refused to die.My legs carried me through the forest, a blur of motion fueled by desperation. I longed for the power of my wolf form, for the speed and strength it would grant me, but the risk was too great. The wolfsbane in my system could turn a shift fatal.The night's embrace began to wane, giving way to the first hints of dawn. I needed the cover of darkness to escape the pack's territory, and the encroaching light felt like an enemy closing in. Exhaustion clawed at my muscles, demanding I rest, and against my better judgment, I collapsed under a canopy of trees.Sleep took me swiftly, a brief respite from the fear and fatigue. But as morning's light filtered through the leaves, I awoke with a start. Time was slipping away like sand through my fingers. Scrambling to my feet, I pushed onward.As I spun around, and there it was—a wolf, unlike any I had seen before. Its coat was as black as the void, its size imposing and its eyes held no warmth. Panic surged within me, and I ran, then other wolves came out and chased me but it was a futile effort. The wolves were too fast, and I couldn't shift I had to run on human formIn a heartbeat, one was upon me, and the world faded to black.Norella Pov I blinked open my eyes, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like a mere second had passed. But the familiar surroundings told a different tale. How could it be? The walls of Madame Maggie's room closed in around me, a stark reminder that I was back in the pack. No, no, this couldn't be happening. How was I supposed to make sense of this?. Panic surged through me as I leapt from the bed. I was dead, wasn't I? Yet here I was, trapped in this infernal place, and I knew the torment awaiting me would be far worse than any hell I'd imagined. A swift end, that's what I yearned for—to be freed from this cruel world with the quickness of a falling guillotine.Frantically, I rifled through the drawers, searching for anything that could grant me escape. I'd rather embrace death than continue in this pack, especially when my connection to my wolf is so weak. The room yielded nothing, fueling my desperation.I needed to act before anyone would come in. Weakness gripped me, dizziness c
Norella Pov King Jason's voice cut through the tension, "What's so urgent?"Alpha Lowell's reply was laced with a feigned concern that didn't sit right with me. "It's about Norella. I know she might have said some things, but I want you to be aware of her condition, Your Majesty.""Somethings like what?" King Jason's tone was sharp, demanding.I strained to hear more, my heart pounding against my chest. What was Lowell plotting now? The urge to burst out and reveal everything to King Jason was overwhelming, but fear rooted me to the spot. Would he cast me aside, leaving me to the mercy of this pack?Their voices became distant murmurs, my imperfect hearing betraying me. Then, Lowell's voice pierced through, clear and cold. "It's not possible; she can't be your mate. She has mental issues ever since her parents died. She's so aggressive we have to feed her wolfsbane so she wouldn't be harmful. Think about it, she could even kill the pups she will bear."His lies stung like venom. How
norella pov He opened the passenger door with a chivalrous flourish, yet his brow was furrowed in a frown. As I settled into the seat, Alpha Lowell emerged, his voice laced with caution. “Think about what you’re about to do, Your Majesty,” he implored King Jason. But Jason might as well have been alone for all the attention he paid, sliding into the driver’s seat, igniting the engine, and accelerating away with a determination that rendered the world outside a blur The drive was a silent movie, with me playing the mute damsel in distress. Words failed me, lodged in my throat by the intensity of his gaze—so stern, so unyielding. It was a look that spoke of storms and battles, of a man who had seen too much yet dared to hope. His belief in me was a novel sensation, a fragile gift no one had ever bestowed upon me before. My gaze was drawn to the trees whipping past, their forms melding into a green streak as we sped on. The urge to plead with him to ease his pace was there, but fear he
norella PovBlinking awake, I was swaddled in the crisp linens of a hospital bed, the room a canvas of clinical white. King Jason was there, standing guard like a statue with a furrowed brow. A nurse zipped around, her presence as brief as a summer breeze, her eyes bouncing from me to Jason and back again."Thank the stars, you're back with us," Jason's voice cut through the haze, each syllable heavy with worry. My throat was scratchy, my voice a faint echo of itself, "What happened to me?". "You gave us quite the scare," he said, "But you're tougher than you look. You're gonna bounce back from this." As the nurse slipped away, Jason closed the distance between us, perching on the edge of the bed, his hand enveloping mine—It felt like we'd been here before, a replay in a place where echoes bounced off the walls.. "How long have you been fed wolfsbane?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of seriousness.Confusion reigned as I grappled with his question. Who had let that secret slip? "Th
norella povWeeks have slipped by, and yeah, I'm feeling stronger physically, but emotionally? It's like I'm hanging by a thread. What does the goddess have in store for me? No clue, but hey, at least I'm outta the Blue moon pack. Now, I'm about to hitch my life to someone whose love for me is as clear as mud. Not exactly the fairy tale I had in mind.Lying here, staring at the ceiling that seems to be aiming for the stars, I can't help but roll over on this bed that's too big for just me. He never crashes here with me, and I haven't even gotten a sneak peek of his room. Weren't we supposed to be mates? And tomorrow, it's D-day. I gotta make the call—stick around in this slice of heaven with a guy who might not give a hoot about me, or hit the road and go rogue. Tomorrow's supposed to be all about the happy, but here I am, a hot mess of feelings. if only my parents were around, or if Mia could toss me a bone here...Is it love, or am I just head over heels for the Jason's looks and s
Jason povStanding before the mirror, I take in the sight of my reflection. The deep navy of the finely tailored suit enveloped my form, the woolen fabric soft to the touch. Intricate stitching traced along the lapels, catching the light in subtle glimmers of silver. Each seam was a testament to the craftsmanship that went into its creation, a symbol of the care and attention to detail that defined my outward appearance. The crisp white shirt beneath adds a touch of elegance, and the dark tie is the final flourish to this polished ensemble. Despite the nerves that gnaw at my insides, I can't deny it—I look every inch the alpha king I'm meant to be. But beneath the surface, turmoil churns."Jarl, this doesn't feel right. Taking a mate vow with Norella... it's like I'm betraying Amber," I confess to my wolf Jarl. His response is immediate, "That's not true, Jason. Norella is good for us—she's kind, and she loves us." But his words only stoke the fire of my anger. "How can you be so sure
Jason povJarl's silence hangs heavy in the air, a tangible sign of his anger he has blocked me from communicating with him. He's right to be upset; I've been harsh with Norella, but it was a necessary cruelty. I can't let her fall for me—not when I have nothing to offer, I have no love to give her. I should've been clear from the start: her role is to be Luna, nothing more. The pack needs her strength, her leadership with mine, and in time, an heir. But my heart remains entwined with Amber's memory, her absence a void that refuses to be filled.Skipping breakfast, my appetite a casualty of my guilt, I put on my training gear and head to the grounds. There, to my surprise, stands Norella. She's not cloistered away in sorrow as I expected; instead, she's suited up for training, looking more like a vision of cuteness than the warrior she's meant to embody."If you keep standing there, how am I going to get trained?" she calls out, her voice steady, betraying no hint of yesterday's pain.
norella povMy eyelids fluttered open, and I was greeted by a world out of focus, a jumble of colors and shapes. I felt lost, trying to piece together where I was. Jason's presence was the only thing that made sense in the blur.I narrowed my eyes, attempting to bring the room into clarity. Doctors in white coats were bustling around, their voices just a distant buzz. The sharp, clean smell in the air was a dead giveaway—I was in a hospital.Jason was deep in conversation with a doctor who had a bald head and a white beard. Their words were just a low hum in the background. I tried to listen, but it was like trying to understand a foreign language.Suddenly, a familiar voice inside my head broke through the noise. It was Mia, my inner wolf, speaking to me after a long silence. "Welcome back, Norella," she said, and it felt like a wall inside me had crumbled.I was flooded with emotions as I realized Mia was back. The fear and doubt that had been haunting me started to fade away. With