Bound by Moon and Blood

at reflected off the polished marble floors. The scent of fine wine and expensive perfumes mingled with the faint hum of whispered conversations. The grand hall in the

g to her frame, accentuating her graceful figure, but it was her presence, not her attire, that drew the most attention. With her raven-black hair cascading in soft waves and her porcelain skin glowin

and privilege, Isabella felt trapped. She was expected to follow in her ancestors' footsteps, upholding the traditions of power and

of her internal conflict, that Ale

houldered, his dark suit tailored perfectly to his form, Alexander Blackthorn was a man who exuded power with every step he took. The heir to the Blackthorn pack, a family know

and music muted, until all that remained was the undeniable connection that sparked between them. Isabella's breath caught in her thro

tood frozen, unsure of the strange pull she felt. Her family would never approve of her mingling with a we

ghtingale," he said, his voice deep, with a quiet intensity t

ut cautious. "I can only imagine w

, but there was no humor in it. "Only th

her curiosity pique

inking. "A mystery, one that no

ckle softly. "You speak i

e lower now, almost a whisper.

sing the faint scent of roses and fresh air to mingle with the heavy perfumes. Alexander's at

ne now warmer, the hint of a challenge in his word

h cryptic, were far too close to the truth. The t

ind Isabella. "Isabella, darling, we mustn't keep the guest

cold, calculating eyes flicking over Alexander before turning

ked to Alexander. "Of course, Father. But I'm sure Mr. Bla

us, and with an ancient bloodline far too entangled with his own for comfort. "Be careful, Isabel

inst her ear, his voice a private whisper. "Your family may be powerful, bu

n unspoken promise, and for the briefest moment,

er her shoulder. Alexander stood there, watching her, his

only the