Leonidas' POVI stood in my bedroom, getting dressed for days activities. I was fastening my shirt when the door burst open, and Cassandra, my girlfriend for months, sauntered in, a sultry smile on her lips.Cassandra moved closer, her hand gently tracing my chest. "Leonidas, why get dressed, when all I want to do is take off your clothes?"I stepped away, avoiding her advances, my thoughts filled with Isadora. "Cassandra, not now."Cassandra's eyes narrowed, a hint of frustration in her voice. "What's wrong with you, Leonidas? You've been distant since your return from the Wild West Pack. You're acting as if you've seen a ghost."I adjusted my collar, feeling the weight of my unspoken secret. "It's nothing, Cassandra. I'm just preoccupied with pack matters."She crossed her arms, her irritation clear. "Preoccupied? You used to make time for me."I couldn't help but snap back, the tension of the situation getting to me. "Things change, Cassandra."Cassandra's frustration bubbled over.
Isadora's POVI sat in the guest house, my mind still buzzing with the tumultuous events of the day. I tried to lose myself in a book titled "I Reject You," but my focus shattered when I heard a knock on the door. Irritation washed over me as I saw Adrian's face on the other side."What do you want?" I asked, my tone less than welcoming.Adrian seemed unfazed by my cold reception. "Isadora, King Leonidas has made a dinner reservation for the two of you at the finest restaurant in the North."I raised an eyebrow, suspicious of the sudden change. "And why is he making reservations for me?"Adrian held out a designer dress, clearly expensive and tailored to perfection. "He also sent this for you. It's for the dinner. You'll need something this special."I glanced at the dress, not entirely interested in fancy attire. "I'm not interested in the dress or the dinner. What's his game here?"Adrian's tone was calm, almost persuasive. "Isadora, King Leonidas genuinely wants to make amends. He
Leonidas POV"Who's Casandra, Leonidas?" Isadora inquired, her curiosity unmistakable.I pretended not to hear her at first, but she persisted with her question, demanding an answer."Who's Casandra?" Isadora repeated.I sighed, realizing that I couldn't avoid this conversation. I looked into her eyes and replied, "She's nobody special, Isadora."Isadora wasn't convinced by my vague response, and she let me know. "How's Casandra supposed to be 'nobody special' if she stays at your castle? It doesn't make sense, don't you think?"I felt cornered, my lies closing in on me. After a moment of brief silence, I continued with my deceptive tone, meeting her skeptical gaze. "Isadora, she's just a woman who has no significance in my life. Please, let's not dwell on this."Clearly inconvenienced, Isadora turned to leave, her patience worn thin. "Well, if all you want to do is keep lying to yourself, then fine, that's your problem anyway. Whoever she is, and whatever she is to you, is none of my
Leonidas' POVI stood on the field, my mind still weighed down by the previous night's turmoil with Casandra. It was a restless night, and I felt the fatigue in my bones. But as the Lycan King, I couldn't afford to show weakness.Adrian and the Lycan generals gathered around me for a briefing on the troops' deployment. Their expressions were stern and resolute. The time for action was at hand."Your Highness, the troops are prepared and ready for deployment," Adrian reported.I nodded, my thoughts clearing as I focused on the task at hand. "Excellent. We've waited long enough. But before we move, we must wait for Isadora's arrival."The generals exchanged glances, surprised by my decision. They knew the urgency of the situation, but I had my reasons.One of the generals spoke up. "But, Your Highness, the troops are ready. Isadora's presence is not necessary for the deployment."I looked at them with determination. "It is necessary. Isadora is an important part of this mission; she's t
Isadora's POVAfter the first batch of lycan warriors set off to my stepfather's pack, with nothing left to do, I returned to the guest house. A feeling of unease gnawed at me the moment I stepped foot into my room. My wolf senses rarely tingled, but they did - a sign that something was amiss. The air felt heavy. Judging by the roller-coaster of emotions and events I had passed through in the last couple of days, I brushed it off as nothing serious, probably just a bit of stress and anxiety from being so far from home.I decided to undress; a bit of cold water on my skin would definitely do me good. I bent over to remove my shoes when I sensed movement behind me. A cold shiver ran down my spine. Before I could react, I was roughly grabbed by my neck from behind, and the chilling touch of a silver blade met my throat."Don't move, Isadora,". A woman hissed, her voice a frigid whisper.Panic surged within me, and I struggled to catch my breath. "Who are you?" I managed to choke out, my
Leonidas's POVI rushed back into the castle, my mind a tangled mess of frustration and anger. Adrian followed, curious and concerned. I needed a drink to drown my troubles, but even the fiery liquid couldn't soothe the turmoil in my heart. I collapsed on the couch in my royal chamber, my grip on the glass tight.Adrian, always loyal and ready to lend an ear, couldn't hold back. "Your Majesty, what's eating at you?"I didn't answer immediately, just kept muttering her name like it was the only thing I could think of. "Isadora... Isadora... Ahhhh!!""Bash!!!"I couldn't contain my frustration, so I hurled the glass against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces. It was a pitiful release for my anger, and I knew I needed something stronger to numb the storm within me."Get me the good stuff," I ordered Adrian, my voice rough with tension. He nodded in understanding and left the room for a brief moment. When he returned, he had a pack of cocaine in hand.Without saying a word, I took
Isadora's POVLeonidas' continuous silence and indecision were starting to get on my nerves, and I couldn't bear the disrespect anymore. I turned my gaze toward Leonidas, my eyes burning with anger and frustration as I stepped forward. "I, Isadora Philip, of the Wild West Pack, reject you, King Leonidas, as my mate."With those words, I spun around and stormed off the balcony, leaving behind a crowd thrown into chaos. Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire, and the shock of my rejection reverberated throughout the kingdom.I left him standing there, dumbfounded, but I had made my choice, and I wasn't going to back down."Seize her!" someone ordered, but I didn't bother looking back. I knew I had to get away from that place and quickly. I couldn't bear the crowd's judgment, and I needed some space to process everything.As I tried to make a run for it, two lycan guards quickly grabbed me from behind, and there was no escaping their strong grip. Panic set in as I realized I was being
Isadora's POVMy steps were heavy as I turned away from Leonidas' piercing gaze, ready to leave with Casandra. His voice stopped me in my tracks. "Isadora."I hesitated and glanced back at him, his expression softer now, his eyes a mixture of concern and exasperation. "At least leave with some clothes on."I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I realized the state of my attire. My shift back to human form had left my clothes in tatters, exposing more than I cared to show.Leonidas turned to Adrian, who was standing beside him by the balcony. "Adrian, get her some clothes."Adrian nodded and hurried off. After a while, he returned with a simple overall gown. It wasn't the most flattering outfit, but it would serve its purpose. I took the gown from him with a nod of gratitude.The lycan guards were still hovering close by, their eyes fixed on me as I held the gown in my hands. I felt a shiver of discomfort, and my patience wore thin. "Could you all please close your eyes? I need to