The thoughts echoed in my head like how Rowan’s voice was still playing in my mind.
‘We can’t get angry,’ my wolf told me. ‘Perhaps he’s just drinking, that’s all...’
But I know deep down, it’s not. So I just silenced my thoughts and kept driving.
The thoughts lingered as I pulled my car to a stop in front of the forest clearing where Beta Johnson’s party was being held.
But I instantly froze when I spotted him. His friends were gathered around the bright bonfire, the moon above shining down on their shirtless bodies.
My Alpha Rowan was sitting atop a tree trunk. A female—the only female I recognize among the males—was sitting atop his lap. Leaning into the crook of his neck while their hands are holding tightly.
With my she-wolf hearing, his affectionate words sent my knees crashing in the ground. “Bella, I knew you’d come. You’re always one call away and you never stopped caring for me even in my worst...”
He said those words in a straight voice and an un-drunken expression.
And he called her Bella.
But who is she?
Am I not Bella? Am I not the only Bella of his life?
My heart raced faster than my thoughts. I moved closer to them, my footsteps silent and stealthy.
And as I stopped before them, moonlight struck their frozen figures. The silver light from the Moon Goddess above illuminating what seemed to be an identical gold-and-ruby ring around her finger.
“Rowan?” I let my voice tremble as I stalked toward them. “What is this? Who is she?”
I asked calmly, eradicating my voice from all suspicions and accusations.
But my Alpha Rowan barely looked at me. In fact, he seemed to not hear me at all. His eyes seemed to be lost in the female’s eyes, his attention wholly pinned on her.
Then, before I knew it, his gaze slowly dragged from me to the other female.
“Bella...” His voice seemed to be drunk again, “Why...why is that there’s another—There’s two of you?” Rowan asked, confusion contorted his drunk face.
The other Bella smiled with her eyes lit up with amusement. She was taller than me, her flowing brown-gold hair rivalled my simple black hair. But her lips...it curled with a smirk of a female hellbent to spread malice. In her bloody red dress, she looked like a devil enjoying what was happening.
“Rowan, you're drunk,” she whispered as she turned to me. “Looks like you brought the wrong other Bella to the party.”