Isadora's POV:I stepped forward, attempting to prevent further escalation and maintain our low profile. "We can resolve this more calmly," I pleaded with the advisor.He scoffed, showing no interest in negotiation. Instead, he commanded his men to drag Matamoros to the podium, intending to use him as a scapegoat—an example for those who didn't respect his new authority.I continued to reason with the advisor, "There's no need for such a public display. We can find a solution without resorting to this."The advisor, unmoved, retorted, "He should have known better when he chose to die for love, disrespecting me in front of everyone. Now he'll face the consequences."I couldn't bear to witness the brutality unfolding before me. The advisor wiped more blood dripping from his nostrils, his face contorted in anger as he shot Matamoros a death glare. In response, Matamoros laughed, further fueling the advisor's rage."That's what you get for laying hands on the woman I love," Matamoros, sti
Isadora's POVAs the chief guard asserted his authority, the other guards swiftly dropped their chains and stood down, saluting him in acknowledgment of the queen's orders.Lisa and I rushed to Matamoros's side, but the devastating truth hit me like a tidal wave—he was no longer breathing. Panic seized me, and through tears, I cried out, "He's dead!"In that intense moment, my heart pounded as the chief guard stepped forward, his expression grave. I watched anxiously as he examined Matamoros closely. When he checked Matamoros's pulse, the chief guard delivered the news, "He's not dead, at least not yet. He's only unconscious for now, but he could die if he doesn't get urgent medical attention, given the multiple tortures he endured."A wave of relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but sigh. The chief guard wasted no time, swiftly signaling for the guards to rush Matamoros to the park general hospital.As the guards hurriedly left wit
Isadora's POV:As the Queen's condition worsened, panic seized the room. I exchanged a confused look with the chief guard, who demanded, "What's going on?"Fear coursing through me, I stammered, "I don't know. It must be the amulet!"The chief guard, now in a state of panic, yelled at me, "Make it stop!""I don't know! I don't control it!" I desperately replied.The chief guard, desperation etched on his face, implored, "Take off the necklace! If you can't make it stop, take it off!"I struggled to remove the necklace, but it refused to budge. The chief guard attempted to help, but the amulet seemed inexplicably attached.Suddenly, the door burst open, and the advisor stormed in with a few men, demanding in a loud tone, "What's going on here?" The doctors, pointing at the glowing amulet around my neck, explained its effect on the Queen.The advisor, catching sight of the amulet's glow, bellowed, "Witch! Arrest her!" His men, with little hesitation, grabbed me by the neck, their size o
Isadora's POVAs the advisor raised the blade, proclaiming my death sentence, the crowd held its breath in anticipation. Stunned and resigned, I faced the impending strike, unsure whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of my fate.In the critical moment, a commanding voice pierced through the tension. "You shall do no such thing."All eyes turned to the source of the voice, revealing the unexpected presence of the queen herself, standing tall alongside the chief guard, who sported a smirk on his face.The advisor, taken by surprise and completely thrown off balance by the queen's intervention, dropped the blade in shock.The queen stepped closer, her expression stern as she barked at him, "I only gave you power for a few days, and you're about to murder everyone."Stammering, the advisor tried to defend himself, "But, my queen, she's a witch. She tried to kill you."The queen retorted sharply, "Do I look dead to you?"The advisor, visibly flustered, stammered in reply, "No, majesty.
Isadora's POVMatamoros, overwhelmed with joy, couldn't contain himself any longer. His hands reached out for a congratulatory hug, but two guards instantly intercepted him. I gestured for the guards to stand down, and Matamoros pulled me into a tight embrace.Meanwhile, Lisa was led forward by a guard, supported by the arm. The Queen, impressed by the loyalty and companionship displayed, turned to me and extended an invitation."Isadora, join me at the palace for a brief dinner to celebrate your coronation."With a nod, I moved alongside the Queen. Matamoros and Lisa followed closely behind us, accompanied by the chief guard and others, as we headed towards the palace.Entering the dining room with the Queen, Matamoros and I exchanged glances, sharing smiles that spoke volumes.The Queen, keenly observant, casually inquired, "Is he your mate? You seem quite fond of each other."Caught off guard, I nearly choked on a spoonful of food. After composing myself, I replied, "Not really."P
Matamoros's POV"I'm breaking the Alpha bond," I admitted, "the one I share with Eamon. I need to do this for us, for our future."Concern etched across her face, Isadora implored, "Matamoros, it's too risky. You can't go alone. Remember how Eamon almost killed you? We have power now. I can arrange a few men to go with you.""No, Isadora," I refused, my tone resolute. "This is a journey I must take alone."As Isadora was about to argue further, I swiftly grabbed her by the cheeks, pulling her into another passionate kiss. After a moment, I broke away, telling her, "I love you," once more. With that, I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the cabin.Just as I opened the door, Isadora called me back, her voice tinged with a sober tone. "Why do you have to be so hard-headed, Matamoros?"I turned around, looking into her eyes. "If you truly love me, Isadora, you'll understand why I'm doing this."Silence hung in the air for a moment, and then Isadora, with a sigh, conceded. She asked a g
Matamoros' POV:Eamon's words hung in the air, creating tension that seemed to thicken with each passing moment. I stared at him, processing the request echoing with a sinister demand."Bring Alpha Philip's head?" I repeated, my disbelief evident in my tone. "Why in the hell would you want that?"Eamon leaned back in his chair, a malicious grin playing on his lips. "Let's just say Philip and I have some unfinished business, and I'd like to conclude it in a rather... definitive manner."I shook my head, both in disbelief and disapproval. "I won't be a pawn in your vendetta, Eamon. I'm not here to do your dirty work."Eamon puffed another smoke, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. "Bringing me the head of Alpha Philip is your ticket to freedom, Matamoros. Consider it the end of your chapter with the fire wolf pack."I scoffed, crossing my arms. "You want me to kill another Alpha? What makes you think I'd do your dirty work after what you did to me?"Eamon grinned, a sinister glint in h
Isadora's POV:As the feast continued in the East, alive with celebration and music, I sat at the high table, holding a glass of red wine. Alpha Rodrigo took a seat beside me, guards standing behind.Suddenly, the glass slipped from my hands, shattering, and a sharp pain struck my chest.Alpha Rodrigo immediately reacted, asking, "My lady, is everything okay?" A concerned look etched across his face."I don't know, but something feels wrong. I should get going," I replied, a sense of unease settling in.Surprised, Alpha Rodrigo said, "My lady, but you only just got here. How about I have my maids get you something? Maybe it's the wine that's not good for you."Reassuring him, I said, "I don't think it's the wine. Maybe next time, Alpha Rodrigo. Once again, congratulations on your success in the elections."Amid the continued festivities, Alpha Rodrigo warmly responded, "Congratulations to you too for your appointment as prime minister. It's been a pleasure having you around."I replie