Isabella Crow の小説・ストーリー

Maria’s face turns stern. I look at our new maid. Isabella, an omega who was appointed a few weeks back, right before the meeting. As per the records and her scent, she’s an omega of the Moonlight Pack. But behind those records lies the truth—Isabella is a trained member of the Iron Claw military camp, sent by Elijah to us. She’ll be working in the mansion as a full-time maid and be the hidden bridge that connects the Iron Claw Pack with my pack. Through her mind-link powers, I’ll be able to communicate with Elijah and set our future meetings.

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

Perhaps it was just the wind. A young girl appeared next to Natalia from nowhere. One second it was just Natalia, and then there were two. All eyes focused on the newcomer. “I am Isabella, sister to Nalalia and firstborn to the true King.” She surveyed the wolves and people standing on all sides of her. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid and her face had been pierced with many diamond studs along her left eyebrow. “I come in peace.”

Elena’s pregnancy trap would be compromised, and the social standing Isabella clung to so desperately would be completely eclipsed by a girl who used to drown in debt. ​No, Isabella thought, her teeth grinding together so loudly she was terrified they would hear her through the wood. No, I won't allow it. You think you can just march back into this city and take everything, you worthless bitch? ​Spinning on her heel, Isabella sprinted down the long, marble corridor, her heart slamming against her ribs as she pulled out her private cell phone, her thumb frantically dialing Elena Rossi’s encrypted line. ​The storm hadn't just arrived in America. Isabella King was about to ensure it became a ma

“You’re crazy, a crown-addicted bitch. You never loved my brother, Aiden. You only care about the crown.” She smirked before saying, “Bingo! You finally figured it out, my little Isabella. I’m after the crown. Only I deserve to wear the crown, and I shall do whatever it takes to be the Lycan Queen. Just obediently die for me, my little Isabella.” I was shocked. She wanted to kill me. She was here to kill me, to silence me. How could a sweet and innocent girl like her abruptly change overnight? No, she wasn’t a changed person. This was her from the beginning. I was blind, not knowing the real her. She was good at pretending. I was deceived.

Isabella's moonlight monitor beeped steadily. "I'm dying," Isabella said. "We both know it." I stayed silent. Even weakened, she still had that calculating look. "Before I join the eternal hunt, I have confessions," she continued. She struggled to sit up. "I'm not Vivian Stone's daughter." I kept my face blank. But my mind raced. "I'm the illegitimate pup of Theresa Rivers and Richard Stone," Isabella said. Her voice grew stronger. "Theresa switched us as pups. She gave Vivian her real daughter while keeping me hidden."

“Not me. But the Calabrians are watching. They know what happened at the cannery. They know you were there.” “They only know the detective that was there... not the one behind the facade. I don’t scare easily.” “They don’t want you scared. They want you… out.” He stared at her. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because you used to belong to us,” Isabella said. “And deep down? I think you still do.” She brushed past him, her perfume lingering like a trap. — Inside, Ava leaned close to Selena, lips barely moving. “I need you to look into her,” she said, nudging towards the lady just leaving Alex’s side. “Isabella something. Check her background, connections she has in the city, everything.”

The sight caused a twinge of jealousy within Isabella, but she reminded herself of her purpose—to see the true nature of Victoria and to find common ground between them. In a stroke of luck, Isabella managed to catch Victoria's attention. Feigning nervousness, she approached the princess and introduced herself as a humble commoner named Rosalind. Victoria, known for her kindness, showed genuine interest in Rosalind's story. Victoria welcomed her into her courts as she needed to know more about her sympathetic story, Isabella spent time with Victoria, engaging in conversations about their kingdoms, their aspirations, and their hopes for the future. Isabella skillfully probed deeper, searching

Carmen’s voice chimed as she walked into the room. “What are you doing here, Carmen.” Javier pushed her out before she saw me. “Ricardo said he had some business to deal with something about Isabella Valéz.” “Isabella, who?” “The child he had with that woman before me. Turns out that old bitch is here too.” “Hmm, I didn’t know that.” “Javier!” Ricardo said, coming down the hallway. My blood ran cold as I stopped in my tracks. “Why are you pushing us out of your room? Are you hiding something.”

I counted six of them, but their hoods were up and I couldn't see their faces. At the head of the altar stood Isabella, my supposed aunt. She wasn't wearing a robe like the others. Instead, she was dressed in an elaborate red dress that looked like it belonged in a different century. In her hands was a curved dagger with a blade that seemed to absorb the moonlight. "The blood moon reaches its peak," Isabella announced, her voice carrying clearly across the cemetery. "It is time to complete the ritual that will restore our bloodline to its rightful place."