Novels by Rudewriter

Isadora’s POV.The room was quiet except for the soft sound of my own breathing.I stood by the bed, staring down at Caelen’s unconscious, naked body. His mother had left me alone with him, insisting I started caring for him immediately. The servants had brought in fresh water, a clean cloth and a basin.I was supposed to clean him.My face burned at the thought.I’d never done this before. I’d never touched a man like this. The only time I’d ever been this close to a man was that one night years ago, and that was in the darkness where I couldn’t see anything.But this was different. This was just a necessary duty.I could do it.His chest was broad and sculpted, muscles defined beneath his smooth skin. A thin line of dark hair trailed down his stomach, disappearing beneath the thin sheet covering his thighs.I swallowed hard and looked away.This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should ask for a maid or anyone else.But if I refused, his mother would be suspicious. And I

Isadora’s POV.My heart stopped.Was he waking up? His dark eyes were open, staring right at me intensely. His grip on my wrist was iron-tight, his body pressing against mine with a warmth that made my skin burn.He was awake!My breath caught in my chest.“Alpha—“ I started hoarsely, my voice shaking.But then I saw it.His eyes looked unfocused and distant. Like he was looking through me and not at me. His body remained rigid, his muscles tense but there was no awareness in his gaze.He wasn’t awake.It was at that moment I realized that it was only a physical reaction, his nerves responding to my touch.I let out a shaky breath. My heart was still pounding, but I forced myself to calm down.“Just a reflex,” I whispered to myself. “He’s still unconscious.”I tried to pull my wrist free but his grip only tightened. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer against his chest.“Please,” I muttered as if he could hear me, struggling against him as best as I could. “Let me go.”

Isadora’s POV.“Alpha!!”“No no no...! She really is a murderer! She killed the Alpha!”“What exactly did this woman do?! Throw her into the dungeon!”Everyone’s voices echoed through the entire mansion, and almost immediately, the sound of hurried footsteps reached my ears. Within seconds, the room was flooded with people.Guards rushed in with their weapons drawn. Servants pressed against the doorframe, their faces filled with concern, and soon enough, people I assumed were members of the Alpha’s family rushed in.“Caelen! No, no, no!” Caelen’s mother fell to her knees beside the bed, her hands hovering over his convulsing body in confusion and her face turning deadly pale. “What happened? What did you do to him?”Her eyes snapped up to meet mine, accusingly.“I didn’t do anything.” I responded quickly as all eyes turned toward me. “He just… I…” I stuttered.My instincts told me that I couldn’t reveal the truth about the poison right now.“Liar!” She yelled, pointing at me with her

Isadora’s POV.I never expected that the moment I walked out of prison, I would be sent directly to the pack without even going home first.It seemed that the Alpha really was close to death.It’s been three hours since Ronan drove out of prison grounds with me in the back seat of his car. I stared out the window, at the unfamiliar landscape rushing past us as my mind drifted to my daughter.The car drove past a massive iron gate and a spiraling dark structure built from stone rose from the ground before us.ShadowFang pack house was the largest I’d ever seen.As soon as we alighted, two young maids rushed forward to welcome us and Ronan turned to one of them,“Take her to her room.” He ordered, then he walked away without a single glance in my direction.The young maid bowed her head and led me inside.I followed her through the massive hallways and marveled at how grand everything was.The chandeliers, the staircase, the expensive furniture and even the wood that looked like it had

Isadora’s POV.“Prisoner 734,” the guard’s harsh voice called out. “You have visitors.”Visitors.My breath caught.I stood up slowly, brushing the dirt from my worn prison clothes as I followed the guard through the winding hallways. The prison walls didn’t feel like a cage anymore. The cold stone floors seemed almost warm beneath my feet.The guard stopped in front of a visitation room. “You have fifteen minutes.”The door opened and my eyes landed on three people seated at a table with grim expressions on their faces. My mother, Odessa, was dressed in an expensive silk blouse, pearl earrings with her hair perfectly styled.Beside her was my father, Edmund. He just sat there, staring at the wall with a blank expression on his face and his jaw clenched tightly.And Mason, my brother. He was seated close to the edge, his hands clasped in front of him. When our eyes met, he flinched and looked away.Without a word, I walked to the table and sat down across from them.“Isadora,” Mom sai