ISABELLA'S REVENGE
Isabella leaned back from the hug, her hands still resting on Rosalie’s shoulders. Her sharp gaze traveled over Rosalie’s face, taking in the sunken, dark-rimmed eyes and the way her pale skin had turned ghostly pale. A deep frown formed on Isabella’s lips.
“Rosalie, you need to feed,” she said softly, her voice laced with concern.
Rosalie swallowed hard, her throat dry, the mere thought of feeding causing a heavy weight to settle in her chest. “I can’t bear it,” she whispered, shaking her head. “The thought of drinking from humans—it sickens me.”
Isabella exhaled, her eyes searching Rosalie’s as understanding settled between them. “Is that why you’re out here? You were hunting animals?”
Rosalie nodded, shame flickering across her tired features. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Isabella sighed, running a hand through her white locks. “Then you can feed on me.”
Rosalie’s head snapped up, her exhausted eyes widening in shock. “What?”
“You can feed on me,” Isabella repeated, stepping closer. “I asked my mother if it was safe, and she said yes. You’re my mate, Rosalie. The only thing that will happen is that your body will change. I don’t know how, exactly—it’s different for every vampire—but all you need to do is agree. I will not force you.”
Rosalie hesitated, her fangs aching with need, the hunger gnawing at her insides like a relentless beast. She could feel her self-control slipping, the urge to sink her teeth into warm, pulsing flesh overwhelming. She clenched her fists, trying to fight the primal instinct, but Isabella’s scent, rich and intoxicating, was too much.
She looked at Isabella, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, “Yes. I will feed from you.”
A small smile graced Isabella’s lips, but her fangs glinted dangerously in the dim light. “Then do it,” she encouraged, tilting her head to the side, exposing the delicate skin of her neck.
Rosalie hesitated no longer. She grasped Isabella’s shoulders, steadying herself, and then leaned in, her lips grazing the warm flesh before she bit down.
A rush of pure ecstasy surged through Rosalie as Isabella’s blood touched her tongue. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted—rich, powerful, sweet like honey yet dark like the finest wine. A deep, involuntary moan escaped her throat as she drank, her grip on Isabella tightening, fingers digging into her mate’s waist. She wanted more. She needed more. The hunger, once unbearable, was now being sated in the most blissful way.
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Isabella shuddered, a soft gasp leaving her lips as Rosalie’s bite sent shivers through her body. She didn’t fight it; she embraced it, holding Rosalie close, letting her mate take what she needed.
Rosalie drank until she felt the hunger dissipate, until warmth spread through her limbs, her strength returning. Finally, she forced herself to pull away, her lips stained with crimson. A heavy, satisfied sigh escaped her lips, but before she could say anything, darkness wrapped around her senses, and she collapsed.
Isabella caught her with ease, cradling her in her arms as she disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Isabella reappeared into her bedroom and settled Rosalie on the bed, she looked down at her mate, who now appeared peaceful—resting, no longer suffering from starvation. With a soft smile, Isabella pressed a gentle kiss to Rosalie’s lips before standing straight.
Lifting her hand, black smoke curled from her fingertips. A moment later, the shadows swirled and materialized into Nyx, her trusted guardian.
“I have something to take care of,” Isabella said firmly, her voice commanding yet filled with quiet affection. “Please protect Rosalie until I return.”
Nyx, fully healed and standing tall, inclined her head in understanding. Without hesitation, she moved to Rosalie’s side, settling next to her, her body poised to shield her from any danger.
Isabella nodded once, satisfied, and then disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
“I can’t believe that demon bitch showed up,” Edward spat, frustration thick in his voice. He threw himself onto the sofa, raking his hands through his hair, his golden eyes burning with anger.
“We just need a better plan,” Jasper muttered, leaning back against the couch, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His mind was already working, strategizing, calculating. He wanted this plan to work. He needed to get Isabella—for himself.
Carlisle sighed heavily, his hands tightening around the handle of the knife he held. He had been expecting something like this. He knew better than to underestimate the power of a mate bond, especially when it was still fresh.
“We should have known that the demon would show up,” Carlisle said solemnly. “Mates are not known to be apart for long, especially not when the bond is new.”
Edward clenched his jaw, his rage boiling over. With a sudden burst of fury, he slammed his fist down onto the center table, shattering it into splinters. “Then we go back and kill Rosalie.”
The room fell into a tense silence.
And then—
“I knew you were all stupid,” a voice echoed through the room, smooth as silk yet dripping with venom. “But I didn’t realize you were this stupid.”
The three vampires froze.
Before them, standing effortlessly in the center of the room, was Isabella.
She smirked, her now red eyes glowing like embers in the dim light. A change that matched her fury.
“You tried to kill my mate,” she continued, stepping forward, her every movement predatory, fluid. “And then you came back here like nothing happened?” She tilted her head, amusement flickering across her sharp features. “I should be furious. I should rip you apart where you stand.”
Edward’s fists clenched, his whole body going rigid. Jasper shifted subtly, preparing for a fight, while Carlisle’s grip on the knife tightened.
“But,” Isabella murmured, a wicked smile curling at her lips, “I’m not going to complain.”
She took another step, her fangs flashing.
“This,” she purred, “makes things so much easier.”
