Isadora Quagmire Novels & Stories

She was exhausted, but the adrenaline hadn’t faded. She wasn’t just playing a role anymore. She was the role. “Impressive performance today.” She turned to find the second woman from the meeting approaching. Tall, sharp-featured, and dressed in tailored navy, she moved with lethal grace. “I’m Isadora,” the woman said. “Riccardo’s security strategist. And occasional executioner.” Camilla blinked. “Nice to meet you.” “I liked your response to Mateo,” Isadora said with a smile. “Most flinch. You didn’t.”

Isadora gave her a glare and flipped her hair like she couldn’t care less. "Whatever," she said, then turned to me and Eloise. "You two stay back. I’m the top of my class in werewolf history. I’ve got this." "Suit yourself.” I said, honestly relieved that someone else was handling it. We all held our breaths as Isadora stepped closer to the stone slab. She studied the runes, then started pressing them confidently in what she must have thought was the right order. The runes froze for a second. We all tensed, waiting to see if she had solved it.

Except Lorenzo wasn’t watching the tourists. He was watching one girl. On the third screen, a young woman with long black hair stepped out of a café, carrying a small brown bag. She wore a simple dress and large sunglasses. She moved with elegance, with calm confidence — unaware she was being watched. Isadora Sinclair. The stolen heiress. The girl who lived a life that was never hers, yet should have belonged to him.

"Easy." The Queen descended from the platform and approached slowly, as if afraid I might bolt. "My daughter," she whispered, reaching up to cup my face. "My precious girl. You came home." Tears spilled down my cheeks. "I don't... I don't remember everything..." "You will." She pulled me into her arms, careful of my belly. "In time, you will. Welcome home, Isadora." Isadora. My real name. Princess Isadora Nightshade of the Crescent Moon Pack.

Quinn Whoever she was, she walked in the room, and I instantly felt grounded. She looked so beautiful, and I couldn't stop staring at her. That was days ago now. I've avoided people, I only leave this room when one of their guards knocks and tells me I need to see Isadora, who is a witch. She's convinced the magic isn't the issue and I am. That made me laugh. I told everyone else that the magic isn't out of control, I am. My mind, but they refused to listen.

The danger was growing larger, but my cold, victorious ambition did not fade. I picked up my mop and began to walk back toward the elevator. The global Council was coming to hunt me, but they did not know who I really was. I was the maid who had already destroyed the CFO, and I was going to use the next seven days to tear the Vance fortress apart before the hunters could even step through the gate.

Jax was about to call it a day when a voice rang out from the far end of the grounds. “I have a challenge!” A female voice rang out and Koa’s ears perked up. “I know that voice!” Koa and I said at the same time out loud. Jax looked down at me with wide eyes. “It can’t be…” “How do you…” Jax was cut off by her evil laugh. “Oh come on. You look like you’ve seen a ghost Cheyenne, or should I call you Alida?” She said as the crowd parted to make room for her to walk through.

Isadora's POV Leonidas' continuous silence and indecision were starting to get on my nerves, and I couldn't bear the disrespect anymore. I turned my gaze toward Leonidas, my eyes burning with anger and frustration as I stepped forward. "I, Isadora Philip, of the Wild West Pack, reject you, King Leonidas, as my mate." With those words, I spun around and stormed off the balcony, leaving behind a crowd thrown into chaos. Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire, and the shock of my rejection reverberated throughout the kingdom.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.