ISADORA POV
Making my escape from the pack, running through the night, the darkness of the untamed wilderness cloaked me as I sought refuge in my stepfather's pack. I needed a safe place to rest, a place where I could gather my strength and protect my child from the dangers that lurked around us.Arriving at the borders of my stepfather's pack, exhaustion threatened to consume me, but I pushed myself forward, driven by the love for my child and the desperate need for solace. The scent of familiarity greeted me as I stepped into the territory, and I made my way towards the main den, praying that my stepfather would grant me refuge. Eamon would be mad at him if he found out he allowed me to hide here for some time. I can only keep my fingers crossed right now.Knocking on the door, my stepfather, Alpha Philip, stepped out. His expression was a mix of surprise and concern. "Isadora, my dear, what brings you here in the dead of night?" he asked, his eyes searching behind me, clarifying whether I came alone."I had to leave," I replied, my voice trembling with emotion. "I needed to find a safe place for my child and myself."His brows furrowed, suspicion flickering in his eyes. "But your home with Eamon should be safe enough, shouldn't it?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt.I hesitated for a moment, knowing that I couldn't reveal the truth, not to him or anyone else. "It's complicated," I replied, trying to sound convincing. "I needed some rest, and I thought coming here would be best."My stepfather narrowed his gaze, his intuition sharpened by years of navigating the intricate politics of various packs. "Isadora, you're not telling me everything," he said, his tone firm. "If all you needed was rest, then your castle with Eamon would be an even more comfortable place to find it."Swallowing hard, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. "I just needed to get away for a while," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't inform Eamon that I'm here."He studied me for a moment, his eyes searching mine for the truth. "Isadora, you can't keep running from your problems," he said, his voice gentle yet insistent. "If something is wrong, you need to face it and fix it, not hide from it."Tears welled up in my eyes, and I turned away, unable to meet his gaze. "I can't do that without strength; that's why I'm here to recover," I admitted, my voice choked with emotion.My stepfather stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I may not always agree with your choices, Isadora, but you are my daughter, and I will always protect you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and concern.The weight of his words and the memories of the love he once showed me overwhelmed me, and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I just need some time to figure things out and protect my child."He nodded, his expression softening with understanding. "While you're pregnant and caring for Eamon's heir, you can stay here as long as you need," he said, his voice unwavering. "But remember, running away won't solve anything. You have to face your fears and confront the truth, whatever it is, because I know certainly for a fact that you're not telling me everything. Besides, the toad doesn't run in the daytime for nothing; it's either something is chasing it or something is chasing it. Clearly, Isadora, something is chasing you. That's the only reason you'll be knocking at my door this late in the night with your pregnancy, but it's fine if you don't want to tell me; I respect your decision."I nodded my head in response, too weak to say anything else.My relationship with my stepfather remained complex, a mixture of past affection and the strain of our conflicting motivations.The next morning, the sun had just begun to rise, casting a golden hue over the pack's territory. I stood at a distance by the alpha's den balcony as I watched the pack members go about their daily routines. A mixture of emotions swirled within me: relief at finding a safe haven, but also uncertainty and fear of the consequences that might follow.In the midst of the tense atmosphere, as I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I overheard the hushed conversation between my stepfather and someone on the phone from the window. My heart skipped a beat as I heard Eamon's name. What was my stepfather doing? Had he snitched on me, betraying my trust?"I thought you should know," my stepfather's voice echoed, filled with a mix of concern and tension. "Isadora came to seek refuge here last night, claiming she needed some rest. She said she didn't want you to know; I found that strange."The sound of Eamon's voice came through the phone, and my heart raced with trepidation. "What? Why would she do that?" Eamon's voice was laced with surprise and confusion."I'm not entirely sure," my stepfather replied, his tone careful. "But I have a feeling that something is troubling her deeply. She seemed broken and lost when she arrived."Eamon's anger was palpable over the phone. "Did she say anything about why she left? Did she mention me at all?"My stepfather hesitated for a moment before replying, "She didn't say much, but she seemed hurt. It's possible that something happened between you two. You need to talk to her, Eamon. She needs you."Before my stepfather could say anything else, Eamon abruptly ended the call. I could feel the tension in the air, and my heart pounded in my chest. He was coming for me, and I wasn't ready to face him, not after the pain he had inflicted upon me.Fear and uncertainty gripped me as I realised I had to leave to escape before Eamon and his men arrived. Without a moment's hesitation, I made up my mind. I couldn't confront him, not now. I needed more time to heal, to gather my strength, and to protect my child from the storm of emotions that surrounded us.With tears streaming down my cheeks, I slipped away from the den. I couldn't risk going back into the living room to grab my stuff, my heart heavy with the weight of my decision, but I couldn't bear to see Eamon.My breath came in ragged gasps as I ran, my heart pounding in my chest and tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't face Eamon, not when the wounds of his heartless betrayal were still fresh. The pain of his callous words weighed heavily on my soul, and I knew that I needed time and space to heal before I could even consider confronting him.I ran as fast as my feet could carry me, heading in the opposite direction from both my stepfather's pack and Eamon's. The stress of running for so long, coupled with the weight of my pregnancy, began to take its toll on my body. Even though I used my werewolf abilities, my vision blurred, and my legs felt like lead. The darkness of the wilderness seemed to close in around me, and with one final step, my strength gave out.I collapsed to the ground, my body crumpling in a heap of exhaustion and despair. The tears continued to flow as I lay there, overwhelmed by the weight of my emotions.As the minutes ticked by, my consciousness wavered, and the darkness threatened to consume me. The world around me became a blur, and I could feel myself slipping away.Isadora POVIn the months that followed, I enjoyed more peace in my life than I've ever experienced since the day I was born, I know it sounds like a something out of a fairytale but it's the absolute truth, and it was all thanks to Golem's companionship. Life was so much easier around him; he was everything plus even more, more than I could ever ask for and I was head over heels and thankful to the moon goddess.As for Eamon, I never saw or heard from him since that day. It was as if he a whirlwind blew and wiped him off the surface of the earth. He left everything behind—his gold, his Alpha position in the Fire Wolf pack, and the seat belonging to the King of the West was left vacant, he totally abandoned everything.I guess when he said he was changed, he really was telling the truth. But was he truly a changed person? That was one thing I'd never know for certain. With Eamon, you couldn't be so sure, one thing was certain he was lost and trying to find himself just like me.As the
Isadora POVAs Golem was swept up by the revelry, I couldn't shake the feeling of isolation and sadness as I dragged my feet up the stairs to my room, I gazed at the bed, longing for solace.But before I could even take a step toward it, strong arms enveloped me from behind, a hand covering my mouth to stifle any screams. Panic surged through me as a voice whispered urgently in my ear, "Don't scream, Isadora, please."My heart pounded against my chest, fear gripping me as I struggled against the grip. Who was behind me, and what did they want?The voice repeated again, and this time, it sent a jolt of surprise down my spine by its familiarity. The scent, the tone—it couldn't be anyone else.The grip loosened, and I slowly turned around to set eyes on Eamon. Panic surged through me as I struggled against his hold, attempting to scream, but he covered my mouth just in time, pleading with desperation in his eyes."Isadora, come on now," he urged, "we are both adults here, and we both kno
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Isadora POVJust as I opened my eyes, they landed on a familiar set of eyes, ones that caused me so much pain in the past, and I had prayed never to set eyes upon again.I pulled out of the embrace with Lisa, and the smile immediately disappeared from my lips. "What are you doing here? I don't remember sending you an invitation," I demanded."Isadora, please forgive me. Give me another chance to make things right with you. I've learned my lesson, and I learned it the hard way," he responded, going on his knees.I glared at him, a mix of anger and disbelief welling up inside me. "Another chance? You don't get to waltz back into my life and ask for another chance, Eamon. You hurt me more than you can imagine," I retorted, my voice firm.Lisa looked between us, visibly uncomfortable, sensing the tension in the air. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "You had your chance, Eamon. It's too late now, I've moved on and you should too" I declared, turning away from him, my focus b
Isadora povWith that, the elder declared, "I now pronounce you king and queen of the South." The crowd erupted into a heavy wave of cheers and celebration.The chief guard and Rodrigo stepped forward, both holding golden crowns customized with the finest blend of gemstones that glittered even in the dark.The elder received the crowns one after the other and placed them on our heads, and then he took my palm and pulled out the ring the Queen, put in my finger the day she crowned me as first lady of the South, With that, he proceeded to insert new set of rings all belonging to the late Queen Golem's mother into my finger, with that he declared, "May your reigns be long, and may the peace between the dragons and the South extend for all eternity."Just as I was about to respond, I felt uncomfortable. As I tried to control myself, I suddenly spat out an unexpected vomited, to my suprise and the surprise of everyone else, who stood still like something outwardly just happened.One of th
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