Chapter 8

Isabeau's POV

Before I can recollect myself, the guards surround and seize me.

They are ruthless, they drag me out of the throne room and all I can do is struggle, kick and cry but it's no use.

Why do I even bother? It's already over. He rejected me twice and it hurts more than I could have ever imagined, probably because I'm as good as dead.

Now I have to return to my Pack and relive the same miserable life all over again, I couldn't avert the bad fate despite all my efforts.

I'm tired. Very tired.

A sudden wave of exhaustion shakes my body to its core and my vision goes blurry.

Before I can understand what's happening, I lose control of my body and I feel it slumping.

A loud thud follows and I realize I'm on the floor but there's no physical pain; just fatigue, and a subtle ache in my chest. I can feel my heart pounding, it hurts just a tad bit but I can't understand why.

I want to get up but I can't. I feel the hands of the guards grip my body in an attempt to pick me up but I sudd