Chapter twenty

Isabelle lay on her bed, her body felt like it was on fire. Her dick head of a mate had used her to satisfy his needs without thinking about her.

He had thought she enjoyed it because of the moans she faked at intervals. She wanted to satisfy him so he would not think twice about handing over the poison to her.

With great difficulty, she stood up and went to the bathroom. Reaching there, she found the tub empty.

She forgot she was now without a maid as she hissed in anger. Everything had turned sour for her the moment Claire stepped into the pack house.

She rang for a maid in the kitchen who came up hurriedly after she barked a few orders at her.

She washed up and got dressed. She wasn't in the mood to fill herself up like she usually does. Now wasn't the time to try to get Alexander's attention.

She needed a maid badly. Someone who would help her carry out her evil plans, someone like her who wouldn't hesitate to kill someone.

She noticed a particular maid throwing daggers in Cla