101 - The Rage

"Isabelle. You always and always chose another Alpha over me," he said flatly, coldly, yet with both irises that barked like the sun raging in the night.

"That foolishness of yours always makes me wonder if you love me, or if all this time your sweetness has been a poisonous boomerang for me because no matter what I do, you never do what I want," he continued, facing me with an expression tinged with disappointment.

"Matthias. .." I muttered with a very heavy heart. "You know I love you. If I didn't, then there's no way I'd still be here when Frederick has made his love available to me. You're the only hope I have ..."

"Then get off the carrier now and come back to me," he ordered. He was still wielding the long, sharp sword seriously, not playing with his anger this time.

I was forced out of Arthur's arms, set my bare feet on the royal grounds, and faced him. On my second step, I felt a hand grab me tightly and pull me back.

"Arthur?" I said in astonishment. He didn't let go of my ha