Isabeau's POV“What? No!” Loic quickly rebuffs.“That’s fine Loic, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything. I’ll still teach you if you want, you just seem like the perfect model.” Bastien says with a smile."I'm not making any promises but I'll consider it." Loic replies with a sigh and Bastien beams up at him. At least it wasn’t a no.I smile to myself as I shoot my last round of arrows. Bastien. What a character he is.As Loic and I bid farewell to Bastien and make our way back to the palace, I realize that I’ve been very fortunate indeed.All my training has been quite fun and interesting, plus I’m even more grateful for the opportunity to train with someone as skilled as Bastien. With King Stellan's guidance on the Kingdom's history and culture and Bastien's expertise in archery, I feel more confident and prepared for the upcoming competition.And with Loic by my side, supporting and cheering me on, I know that I'm not alone in this journey. Together, we'll face whatever
Isabeau's POVOn the morning of the competition, Lyric comes to my room to wake me up as usual. But to her surprise, I'm already awake. I couldn't really sleep much the previous night. I mean who would be able to sleep knowing the next day would determine how the rest of their future plays out? I sigh as I roll out of bed, feeling like the day of the competition has arrived way too early for my liking.“Oh, Good morning Isa, it seems you're already awake. Did you sleep well?” Lyric asks kindly."Morning Lyric…. And no…I barely slept at all," I admit, my voice filled with exhaustion. "Anytime I closed my eyes, I would keep having nightmares that I failed the competition… Eventually, I just gave up and stayed awake."Lyric's expression softens with concern as she helps me freshen up and get ready for the day ahead. "It's natural for anyone in your position to feel nervous, Isa," she says gently. "But remember that you've trained really hard, and you're more than prepared for this…. Try
Isabeau's POV“Remember Loic’s words, trust yourself.” Aello reminds me.I take a deep breath, and try to muster up as much courage as I can. I'm going to need it if I want to go through with this.The kitchen was refurbished for this specific event, it's been partitioned into two. One side for Allegra, complete with all the appliances she might need and the same for me. This was done probably to prevent us from getting in each other's way. Something I'm really grateful for. I move to my side of the kitchen.Loic stands at the side of my table and offers me his famous reassuring smile, ready to taste whatever I finally put out.I stand nervously in front of the ingredients, and I try to recall all the different Lycan dishes Lyric taught me. However, none of them feel quite right for this competition. “Trust your instincts.” Aello repeats again. “Okay..” I murmur.Suddenly a thought pops into my head.Arlo said we could cook anything. Meaning it doesn't have to be a Lycan dish.It d
Isabeau's POVI return to the kitchen, feeling a heady mix of nervousness and excitement at the same time. The King and the council will soon arrive to taste the food. 'Oh dear goddess, please let them like it.' I find myself silently praying.As I step into the kitchen, I see Loic diligently watching over the food, and he smiles at me reassuringly. I shoot him a quick smile in return. "Thank you so much for keeping watch, Loic." I speak graciously. "It was my pleasure. This food is amazing, I had to make sure nothing happened to it." He beamed."Alright, it's time to dish out the food so we can present it." I state and he nods, opening the cabinet and bringing out a few dishes.I serve the soup into eight bowls for the seven members of the council and the King. Just then, Lyric arrives."Since you're already done with the cooking, I thought you might need some help." She said casually as she joins Loic."Yes Lyric, perfect timing. The tables have already been set in the throne roo
Isabeau's POVHow is this even possible? When did this happen? I thought I had been careful!As if the shock wasn't enough, Arlo drops his spoon and pulls out some strands of hair from his food as well. My knees suddenly grow weak."I see what's going on here. You did this on purpose didn't you, little SheWolf? You're trying to poison us, yes?" Arlo turns to me and asks calmly, his words carrying as much effect as a boulder."No, no, I swear! I wasn’t —I didn't try to poison you!" I stammer, my heart pounding in my chest. "I don't know how the hair got into the food! I thought I was careful…. I’m so sorry!”Arlo's eyes narrow with unbelief and suspicion as he continues to accuse me further, "You lying, manipulative wretch! You're trying to poison us because we don’t support you. Speak now and you'll be granted a merciful death. What else did you add in this? What type of poison accompanied the hair?”The accusation dealt me a huge blow, so much so that I was finding it difficult to fo
Allegra's POVI return to my room feeling better than I've felt in weeks.I won…. Yes, I may have cheated but it doesn’t matter because I WON, and that’s all that matters.As I fall back on my chair with a contented sigh, my mind races back to that moment in the kitchen when I smelled the delicious aroma of Isabeau's food. The amount of jealousy that possessed me as I imagined her winning the competition was unbearable. I had never envied anyone ever before. I'm the woman who was always envied but this little wolf came from nowhere, threatening to steal my shine.I couldn't bear the thought of losing to a mere Shewolf. Especially not after dedicating my entire life to training to become the Queen of this Kingdom.The gods forbid it!I can bear anything else, take any other humiliation with a smile but I simply can't bear the thought of losing Stellan. I wouldn't be able to live after that.I've been in love with him for so long. I can't tell when it actually started but I'm certain i
Isabeau's POVI stare at Allegra with a mix of shock and anger. She isn't even bothering to deny that she cheated?Her stupid smug face and her lack of remorse infuriates me. “Will you ever stop being so hateful and bitter? Is marrying the King really worth losing your respect and integrity?" I ask, my voice dripping with frustration.Allegra just smirks at me confidently. "Marrying the King is worth anything and everything it takes. Stellan will be mine." She replies, her tone cold and patronizing."It really didn't have to come to this Allegra," I say, trying to reason with her. "I was offering you a friendly competition, but you chose to sabotage me instead."Allegra scoffs dismissively. "You still can’t get it through your thick skull, can you? This is not just a mere competition to me, Isabeau," she retorts. "This is war! And if you're not going to fight for the King like your life depends on it, then you should stop wasting everyone's time. Just go back to your stupid Pack and
Stellan's POVFuck.This is exactly why I wanted to stay away from her. When I'm with her, I lose all sense of reasoning and say the first thing that comes to mind. With each encounter, I just keep getting bolder and it's getting harder to hold on to that cold exterior.The sweet taste of freedom- of love is promising but I can't deny the burn that comes with it. I can't let myself get deceived and sucked into this illusory feeling only to crash and burn when reality hits. Somehow the words slipped out before I could stop them but at least I can stop her from having any hopes or expectations of me.In the depths of my mind, Aster, the ever present demon, pricks up at my thoughts.“It's such a pity, what a tragic love story. You desire her with all of your heart, she's within your reach but at the same time, you're not allowed to love her. I almost feel sorry for you. I would help you but you see, it's not what demons do. In this tragic situation, while you yearn to love and be loved,