Isadora's POVWe drove to a local bar just outside the outskirts of the Wild West Pack. The establishment had an inviting atmosphere, and it didn't take long before I ordered an alcoholic cocktail. A few glasses in, I leaned in toward the girls, a glint of excitement in my eyes."You might think I'm crazy," I began, "but I've got the greatest idea."Casandra raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Alright, spill the beans. What's this idea of yours?"I took a sip of my cocktail, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through me. "I want to start a pack."Lisa, who was in the middle of taking a gulp of her drink, choked on it, sputtering as she tried to catch her breath. "What!! A pack?" She finally managed to say, disbelief written all over her face."Yeah," I replied. "I know it sounds crazy, but think about it. We can create a pack where we decide the rules, where we treat everyone with respect and equality, and where we don't have to deal with overbearing Alpha males."Casandra looked p
Isadora's POVAs we rolled into the Firewolf Pack, the vibe inside the car was as heavy as a raincloud. Casandra, probably trying to lighten the mood, decided to dig into my past."You know, Isadora," she started, "I've been meaning to ask. What's the deal with you and your ex mate Eamon? If you're running to him for help, he can't be all that bad right?."I sighed, staring out the car window. "It's a long story, Casandra. Eamon and I had our moments, but things went south. Still, desperate times, desperate measures, you know?"Casandra pushed on, genuinely curious. "Come on, spill the beans. What's the whole scoop on you and Eamon?"Taking a deep breath, I spilled the tea. "Eamon was once the guy I was crazy about and madly in love with, soon to be Alpha King of Aeloria, and I was carrying his pup. But he changed, and not for the better. It was a wild emotional ride, and trust me when I say I'm not eager for round two."Casandra gave me a knowing look. "Say no more, Isadora. I think
Isadora's POVAs we entered the vast West Woods, tension thick in the air, I suggested, "We should split up. It'll help us cover more ground and find Lisa quickly."Matamoros, immediately objected, "Isadora, it's too risky to split up. We could easily get outnumbered. It's safer if we stick together."Casandra chimed in, nodding in agreement, "He's right. Strength in numbers. We don't want to take unnecessary risks."I sighed, realizing they had a point, "Fine, let's stick together for now. But be ready to move fast if we get any leads. We need to find Lisa and get out of here as soon as possible." The urgency in my voice echoed.As we ventured deeper into the woods, Matamoros spotted smoke in the distance. Drawing our attention, he gestured for us to follow. We approached cautiously and witnessed a disturbing scene—a campfire illuminating Lisa, tied to a tree, surrounded by masked rogues engaged in some sort of ominous ritual.My heart sank at the sight, anguish washing over me as I
Isadora's POV:Matamoros stood firm, refusing to beg for mercy as Eamon, amused, glanced at a Fire Wolf Pack warriors who pleaded innocence at his feet."Please, Alpha Eamon, it wasn't my idea. I had nothing to do with the rescue," the pack warrior begged, fear evident in his voice.Eamon, wearing a wicked smile, shifted his gaze to Matamoros. "And what about you? Not planning to join in the pleas for mercy?" he taunted.Matamoros, displaying rare courage, squared his shoulders with pride. "I won't apologize for doing what was right. Someone had to rescue Lisa, and since you weren't willing to do it, I had no choice."Eamon chuckled, surprised by Matamoros's newfound boldness. "Where did you find the guts to speak so boldly to me?" he asked, genuine curiosity in his tone."Eamon, you can't..."Before I could finish my sentence, Eamon sharply cut me off. "Shut up, Isadora, stay out of this."The tension grew thicker, but to everyone's surprise, Matamoros wasn't backing down. He barked
Isadora's POV:As we helped Matamoros into the vehicle, Casandra took the wheel for a long, silent drive filled with only the moans of Matamoros's pain. Eventually, we arrived at the witch's hut.The moment the witch set eyes on me, the crystal ball she held slipped from her hands and shattered to pieces. She yelled, "The Blessed Wolf!"Amidst the shattered crystal ball, I looked at the witch in confusion. "Blessed wolf? What are you talking about?"The witch seemed ecstatic, "You, my dear, are a rare one—a special wolf who has found favor in the eyes of the moon goddess. A wolf with more chances than any other. You're about to encounter your third chance mate, and he's going to bring the balance you never thought you needed."I scoffed, disbelieving. "No thanks, I'm not interested. The last time I checked, I've been cursed with bad luck in love. And my last mate still hasn't accepted the rejection."The witch laughed mysteriously, "Time will tell, Blessed Wolf.""What's so special ab
Isadora's POV:Leonidas sank into the plushness of his couch, a sinister calm settling in as he lit a cigarette. With a puff, he declared, "Time is ticking, ladies. Who's it going to be?"Casandra, fearless as ever, stepped forward, "I'll stay behind for Isadora to leave."Before I could protest or respond, Leonidas, a cruel smile playing on his lips, stepped up on his feet, pulled out a glinting silver blade and approached Casandra from behind. "That's perfect, you know your biggest mistake Casandra? You've always underestimated me" he remarked, his eyes devoid of any humanity.In an instant, he stabbed Casandra from the back of her heart extinguishing her life almost immediately, The metallic echo of the blade meeting flesh reverberated through the room. She crumpled to the floor, and I, paralyzed with shock, could only watch in disbelief.Leonidas, unfazed by the brutality, gestured towards the door. "Leave immediately before I change my mind."Tears welled in my eyes as I stumbled
Isadora's POVThe witch approached, her gaze piercing into mine. "Are you willing to put your sanity on the line, Blessed Wolf? All for the sake of revenge? Are you willing to make King Leonidas mad, even if you could be the mad one at the end?"The witch's question hung in the air. Just as I was about to respond, Lisa's voice sliced through, "Hold on a minute. As much as I want to see Leonidas suffer, messing with madness might not be the smartest move. If the witch can make him mad, she can probably break the mate bond too, right? He's been relentless in refusing your rejection, Isadora."Lisa continued, "Think about it. The best revenge could be freeing yourself from him, and who knows, you might build a pack strong enough to rival his kingdom. You could even take him to war if it comes to that."Matamoros nodded in agreement, "Lisa's right, Isadora. There are other ways to bring him down. War might not be the only option, but breaking the mate bond is a strategic move."The witch,
Isadora's POV:I discreetly parked the car in the woods and approached Leonidas's castle on foot. Chaos unfolded outside, a spectacle drawing a crowd. Covering my face with a scarf, I blended in with the onlookers, eager to unravel the unfolding events.I tapped the shoulder of a tall lycan standing beside me and asked, "What's going on up there?" He, being one of the few lycans built like giants, easily saw everything.He turned to me, a look of disbelief in his eyes, "The king has lost his mind. He's dancing naked, rolling on the floor like an earthworm, this is unbelievable ."My jaw dropped at the absurdity. A strange mix of satisfaction and shock settled in; a grin formed on my lips. I needed to see with my own eyes, I couldn't believe what I just heard.As I took a step forward for a closer look, the tall lycan gripped my shoulder, questioning the reason for my covered face. My heartbeat quickened, and I held my breath, scrambling for a convincing lie."It's the dust," I blurted