All Chapters of Sacrificial Bride For The Possessive Triplet Lycan Princes : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Isabella's pov My heart was beating heart against my chest, as two options laid before me there was the first that I could just simply pretend that I didn't understand what he were saying but that would be even more suspicious and then there was the other one where I could answer him honestly. In retrospect I feel like they could have been more but I was too bamboozled by his question to even properly arrange my thoughts so when he hit me with that inquisition I found myself shifting from feet to feet grinding my soles against the dirt.“How did you know I was wearing makeup?” it must have been because I was running so much that I started to sweat and it's got rid of the small layer of foundation that I had placed over my eyes night without sleep had left me with univalry dark circles that I needed to hide not because I was feeling insecure but because I didn't want anyone to know.Damien stepped forward and then slowly pressed a finger beneath my eye brushing off the foundation a

Isabella Pov I was ready to go back and just continue my conversation with Connie once more but the maid was still holding onto my hand, without words I just looked at her and questioned her decision. She became self-conscious and immediately pulled her hand away but as she did so she bent her head and told me that I should be careful. “If there's anyone that you shouldn't trust in this place, my lady, it's the princess,” she said it in the softest of whispers, and her hypocrisy almost made me through my head back in laughter here she was talking about who I should trust and who I shouldn't when she was easily making the top 10 list of people that I was supposed to be cautious of. The only reason that she was not higher on that list is that she didn't have any power to actually do anything but if she was in a position of authority she would shoot up to top five in an instant. Even so I decided not to underestimate her or rile her up unnecessarily, for now I was still making use

Isabella's POV I matched him step for step until he finally stopped and looked at me, his eyes drawn with weariness. “Why are you following me?” “Who says I'm following you?” I denied in an instant, “there was a book I was hoping to find in the Royal library, so we just happened to be going in the same direction, there's no need to jump to conclusions like that.” He let out a controlled grunt, Julia where that I was talking from my a*s and knew it too. “Fine then!” He exclaimed tiredly, “you're really something else, Isabella.” I think I just got a taste for teasing him, and it's quite addictive. Seeing that pristine princely face lose some of its cool and just react with fascinating expressions. Just how far…could I push him? As I stepped into the library I was half expecting to see Raphael there, he wasn't. Maybe it was better this way so I could confront Lucas directly without any interruption, he was the one that wanted to give me a listening ear the last time I came

Isabella's POV I held my breath as I waited for the alpha to speak but just as he was opening his mouth the door to his office flew open and through it came Selena with a smirk planted firmly across her face. “Xavier!” she squealed with glee. And just like every other time I had seen her she was severely overdressed, with excess jewelry and makeup. Her interruption made me feel like a slap might have looked better on her face than the blush she already had on. I watched the smile on the Alpha King's face have a quick death, he transitioned into a frown at the drop of a heart when he took note of her. “What are you doing here Selena?” He asks with the same level of disgust that someone would have if they were looking at a cockroach. Considering that he killed her twin sister wasn't she supposed to be the one that was angry with him? “Xavier, do I need a reason to visit you in your office? Maybe I just missed you?” she said with a high-pitched voice that scratched my ear like

Isabella’s POV “The oldest will have you tonight,” there was a small manor built in the royal woods, it served different purposes depending on the occasion. Tonight it was supposed to be the place where I'd become ‘one’ with my mates, wel,l one of them.The celebration was over and now it was time to get down to business. I had 2 hours of scrubbing, brushing and aggressive pampering as the women attending to me told me the ‘proper procedure’ that I was supposed to undertake. “You are not allowed to meet his eyes, unless he gives you permission to do so,” I had no idea that was going to be the least concerning advice I was given that night, while one of the ladies was brushing my hair she went into crude detail about what we were to do, and I wonder if the other side where one of my mates was getting ready he was also having this lecture as well, probably not. The ordeal was over and not a second too soon, they hurriedly delivered me to the bedroom, inside were scented candles and