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 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 POVThe witch's revelation sent a chill down my spine. "The White Wizard is my master; he taught me everything I know."Lisa questioned, "So what if the White Wizard is your master? Is that a bad thing?"I retorted immediately, "It's not just bad; it's horrible. The wizard already knows about the source of Leonidas's madness and is compiling a list of everyone he's offended. It won't be long before they figure it out."The witch stressed the urgency of heading south to buy some time. I agreed.As we turned to leave, the witch asked to see me privately for a minute and discreetly handed me a special amulet charm. Curious, I asked its purpose. She cryptically replied, "You'll know its importance when the time comes."I quickly expressed my gratitude to the witch, bowing in appreciation, before rushing off to join the rest at the car. As I approached, Lisa questioned, "What's with the charm? Some kind of magical protection?"I shrugged, "She didn't say, just that I'll know its

Isadora's POV:I stepped forward, attempting to prevent further escalation and maintain our low profile. "We can resolve this more calmly," I pleaded with the advisor.He scoffed, showing no interest in negotiation. Instead, he commanded his men to drag Matamoros to the podium, intending to use him as a scapegoat—an example for those who didn't respect his new authority.I continued to reason with the advisor, "There's no need for such a public display. We can find a solution without resorting to this."The advisor, unmoved, retorted, "He should have known better when he chose to die for love, disrespecting me in front of everyone. Now he'll face the consequences."I couldn't bear to witness the brutality unfolding before me. The advisor wiped more blood dripping from his nostrils, his face contorted in anger as he shot Matamoros a death glare. In response, Matamoros laughed, further fueling the advisor's rage."That's what you get for laying hands on the woman I love," Matamoros, sti

Isadora's POV:As the Queen's condition worsened, panic seized the room. I exchanged a confused look with the chief guard, who demanded, "What's going on?"Fear coursing through me, I stammered, "I don't know. It must be the amulet!"The chief guard, now in a state of panic, yelled at me, "Make it stop!""I don't know! I don't control it!" I desperately replied.The chief guard, desperation etched on his face, implored, "Take off the necklace! If you can't make it stop, take it off!"I struggled to remove the necklace, but it refused to budge. The chief guard attempted to help, but the amulet seemed inexplicably attached.Suddenly, the door burst open, and the advisor stormed in with a few men, demanding in a loud tone, "What's going on here?" The doctors, pointing at the glowing amulet around my neck, explained its effect on the Queen.The advisor, catching sight of the amulet's glow, bellowed, "Witch! Arrest her!" His men, with little hesitation, grabbed me by the neck, their size o