64. Aren't You Desperate

Isla's POV

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room as I blinked away the remnants of sleep. I woke up feeling heavy-hearted, the events of yesterday weighing on my mind like a dark cloud. The fight with Dario echoed in my thoughts, each word and glance piercing me with sadness and frustration.

That sick bastard, when would he learn that I'm willing to be with him despite everything? I thought as I tried to make my way to the bathroom to chuck some water on my face.

But despite it all, my love for Dario remained steadfast. I sprayed some water on my face to clear out the last remnants of sleep still in my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror, and all I could see was a girl with a determined spirit. Yes, I was determined to find a way to make things right, to complete the mate bond and claim him as mine. I loved him; I was sure he loved me, too.

It's his responsibility as Alpha and my relationship with him as a goddaughter. That's wha