“Let me scrub in and be here for her,” he says.The doctor doesn’t object any further.“Bella, I’m here. I won’t leave you, I promise.”My eyes feel heavy. Everything fades to black.My hand tingles with warmth and what feels like low-voltage electricity. As I wake up, I realize that Santiago is hol
(Isabella’s POV)I’ve gotten back to my morning routine as of late. I throw on my pink and gray racerback sports bra and wind shorts, then lace up sneakers and pull my knee-high socks up as far as they can reach. I’m ready for my morning run. I stretch in the courtyard with the moon low on the hori
“Hey Jesse,” I say. “Guards, leave us,” he tells them. “What do you want Layla? Why are you here?” The guards leave. I swallow…hard. “I need to come clean with you,” I say. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him. “Where’s your baby?” he says with a low growl. “She’s in the nursery at the
(Isabella’s POV)Santiago texts me that Layla is in labor. Against my better judgment, I decide to go to the hospital. I don’t have to go inside the room or see Layla or her baby.There is no risk of running into Jesse. I’ll just go and sit in the waiting room and be there to support Santiago.The l
Elias started a redirection. “Uh huh, I see…”“Excuse me, Elias, but I wasn’t finished answering your question. You referred to Alpha Santiago without using his title. As he is not the one on trial here, I must insist that if you address him, it should be with respect and using his title. And furthe
(Isabella’s POV)Santiago bought me a new suit for the trial. I pull my hair back into a low bun, allowing some of my curls to fall and frame my face.The suit’s form-fitting blazer and pencil skirt are navy blue. I leave the blazer open, revealing a creamy white silk button-down blouse. The skirt e