Isadora's POV"Old friends, huh? More like old lovers, isn't it, Eamon?" The lady uttered, turning around and meeting my gaze with a smirk. A sudden realization washed over me like a tidal wave as I recognized her. She was the woman I had found that night, disheveled and naked with Eamon in the west wing during that party. The shock of recognition ignited a furious rage within me, and before I could think, the words spilled from my lips like molten lava."You!" I seethed, my voice laced with anger. "You're the one I found with him, aren't you? You cheap, dirty whore!" I cursed.She met my furious gaze with a smirk, clearly reveling in the chaos she had stirred. "Guilty as charged, sweetheart, a whore who satisfied your mate in ways you'll never be able to," she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm.I could feel my blood boiling, and I stormed toward her, my anger overpowering any restraint I might have had. Without a second thought, I raised my hand and delivered a resounding slap
Eamon's POV:The world around me blurred into a tumultuous whirlwind of rage and despair as I stood there, watching Isadora walk away. Our love lay in ruins, shattered by my own actions. The pain in my heart and soul was crushing, threatening to drown me in a sea of sorrow. I had betrayed the woman I loved, the Luna I had sworn my devotion to, and now, all I was left with was the bitter aftertaste of regret.But amid the self-loathing and anger, another emotion surged within me—rage. It burned through my veins like an uncontrolled wildfire, ready to consume everything in its path. I couldn't bear the thought of Mia, the woman responsible for this chaos, walking away unscathed. The only things restraining me were my upbringing and the knowledge that she was pregnant—laying hands on a she-wolf, let alone a pregnant one, was seen as the ultimate sign of weakness. Still, I vowed that Mia would face the consequences for the turmoil she had unleashed.A furious roar erupted from deep within
Isadora's POVI awoke in a sterile room, the harsh scent of antiseptic assaulting my senses. For a moment, confusion clouded my mind. Where was I? Why did everything feel so hazy? Panic began to well up within me, and I tried to sit up, only to be met with searing pain radiating from my side."Easy, Isadora, easy," a soothing voice said, and I turned my head to see the pack doctor at my side. "You're in the hospital. You've had surgery."Surgery? The word echoed in my mind, but I couldn't grasp its meaning. All I could feel was the crushing weight of sadness that enveloped me, a sense of loss that seemed to suffocate my very soul."What happened?" I croaked, my voice barely audible.The doctor's expression turned somber, and he hesitated before speaking. "You were in a car accident, Isadora. It was... it was quite serious. You've been through a lot."A car accident? The memories slowly began to trickle back, like shards of glass piecing together a fractured mirror. I remembered the re
Isadora's povAs Matamoros and I arrived at the hospital, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on my shoulders. My body ached, my legs felt like jelly, and every step was a struggle, but despite my own pains, I had to be there for Eamon.The hospital felt like a whirlwind of chaos. Doctors and nurses rushed past us, their faces etched with worry and confusion. I clung to Matamoros for support as we navigated the maze of corridors, my heart pounding in my chest.And then, I saw Lisa. She stood at the entrance of Eamon's ward, her face a mask of concern. Our eyes met, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a shared grief that transcended our differences."Isadora," Lisa said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I'm glad you're here."I nodded, unable to find the words. Together, we walked to Eamon's ward, and the tension in the air was palpable. The room was filled with the hum of machines, their monotonous beeping a stark remin
Isadora povMy footsteps echoed softly in the empty corridor as I approached Eamon's ward. It had been a few days since I was admitted to the pack hospital, and my strength had returned faster than I'd expected. The doctors had been pleased with my progress, but my thoughts had never strayed far from Eamon's side.As I entered the room, a wave of emotions washed over me. Eamon lay there, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The machines surrounding him hummed with life, beeping and monitoring every aspect of his condition. I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness, seeing him like this.I walked to his bedside, the tension in the room palpable. The atmosphere was heavy with the weight of uncertainty, and I wasn't sure how to process all that had transpired between us. Despite everything, he was still my mate, the Alpha of our pack, and I couldn't deny the complex mix of emotions that swirled within me.I leaned down and whispered a prayer for his re
Isadora's POVThe warm water from the shower had washed away the physical aches, but the emotional wounds were still raw. I was lost in thought, contemplating the state of our pack, when my phone rang, shattering the fragile peace I had found for a brief moment.I grabbed a towel and rushed to answer it, water droplets still glistening on my skin. The pack doctor's voice was urgent, and my heart skipped a beat as I listened to his words."Luna Isadora," he said, "Alpha Eamon has awakened from the coma. He's stable now, but he needs to be picked up from the hospital."The news hit me like a tidal wave, a mixture of relief and resentment flooding my senses. I had expected to feel joy at his recovery, but the memories of his betrayal and our shattered bond still haunted me."Why should I be the one to pick him up?" I snapped, my voice tinged with bitterness. "He's a grown Alpha and not a kid. Besides, he's not my responsibility."The pack doctor's tone softened as he replied, "I understa
ISADORA'S POVAs Eamon and I entered the pack house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The pack members were not expecting his return, and their surprised expressions were evident as they caught sight of him. Eamon, on the other hand, wore a wide, cheerful smile, completely oblivious to the turmoil he had caused.Before anyone could react or the pack members could swarm him with questions, I stepped forward, my expression stern. "Eamon," I whispered, my voice low but firm, "don't say a word. I'll handle everything. It's best if the pack doesn't find out about your memory loss just yet."Eamon nodded, his smile faltering slightly.But the pack members were not content to let us pass in peace. Their voices rose in a cacophony of excitement and curiosity. They surrounded Eamon, their eager faces filled with questions and relief at his return.I couldn't let this reunion continue unchecked. There was work to be done. I interrupted the gathering, my tone authoritative. "That's en
Isadora's POVMatamoros entered my chamber with a solemn expression that quickly gave way to a knowing smile as he spoke, "Luna Isadora, everything has been arranged. The private session with Mia is successfully booked for tonight, I have a trusted pack warrior in charge of that."A surge of anticipation coursed through me, my heart beating just a little faster. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the opportunity to avenge the loss of my baby.I couldn't help but smile back at Matamoros. "Excellent, Matamoros. You've done well. Club Light, here we come."Later that night, the air thick with anticipation and excitement as we approached the club, we split up to avoid any suspicion or recognition. The club was pulsating with life, the thumping bass reverberating through the air. It was the perfect cover for our operation, a place where secrets were easily buried in the sea of dancing bodies and flashing lights.I stood by the bar, dressed in black to blend into the shadows, a dri