ISADORA'S POVAs Eamon and I entered the pack house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The pack members were not expecting his return, and their surprised expressions were evident as they caught sight of him. Eamon, on the other hand, wore a wide, cheerful smile, completely oblivious to the turmoil he had caused.Before anyone could react or the pack members could swarm him with questions, I stepped forward, my expression stern. "Eamon," I whispered, my voice low but firm, "don't say a word. I'll handle everything. It's best if the pack doesn't find out about your memory loss just yet."Eamon nodded, his smile faltering slightly.But the pack members were not content to let us pass in peace. Their voices rose in a cacophony of excitement and curiosity. They surrounded Eamon, their eager faces filled with questions and relief at his return.I couldn't let this reunion continue unchecked. There was work to be done. I interrupted the gathering, my tone authoritative. "That's en

Isadora's POV"Fine, Isadora, if that's what you desire," he said, his voice heavy with defeat. "I, Eamon West, Alpha of the Firewolf pack, accept your rejection."Eamon's words hung heavily in the air, and as he accepted my rejection, it felt like the final crack in a bond that had once been unbreakable. He fell to his knees, screaming in pain as he held his chest, and a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me.I took a step closer, my heart aching. I never believed he'd actually accept. Despite the hurt and anger that had festered between us, seeing him like this was almost too much to bear. I approached him, my heart heavy. I could hear the triumphant laughter of Mia behind me, but I refused to turn around to acknowledge her. I wrapped my arms around Eamon in one final, tight hug."Thank you, Eamon," I whispered through my tears. It was a simple expression, but it held all the gratitude and sorrow that I felt in that moment for the love that had burned so brightly between us be

Leonidas POVThe journey back to the North was shrouded in silence as I was deep in thought, lost in the enigma that was Isadora. Her unexpected arrival had shaken my world more than I wanted to admit.I looked out of the window; the dark, winding roads seemed to mirror the intricate twists of my thoughts. I couldn't deny the fact that Isadora's sudden appearance had unsettled me. I couldn't ignore the connection we shared, and the fact that she was my mate had sparked something within me, something I couldn't easily dismiss.It was impossible to ignore our mate bond. I kept replaying our interactions in my mind, her fiery spirit, her defiance, and the underlying vulnerability she couldn't completely conceal.My beta's voice interrupted my musings. "Your majesty, you know, Isadora is a lot smarter than she looks. She's right about the forced expansion potentially leading to a war. Now that I think about it, Alpha Philip might be biting off more than he can chew."I nodded, acknowledgi

Leonidas' POVI stood in my bedroom, getting dressed for days activities. I was fastening my shirt when the door burst open, and Cassandra, my girlfriend for months, sauntered in, a sultry smile on her lips.Cassandra moved closer, her hand gently tracing my chest. "Leonidas, why get dressed, when all I want to do is take off your clothes?"I stepped away, avoiding her advances, my thoughts filled with Isadora. "Cassandra, not now."Cassandra's eyes narrowed, a hint of frustration in her voice. "What's wrong with you, Leonidas? You've been distant since your return from the Wild West Pack. You're acting as if you've seen a ghost."I adjusted my collar, feeling the weight of my unspoken secret. "It's nothing, Cassandra. I'm just preoccupied with pack matters."She crossed her arms, her irritation clear. "Preoccupied? You used to make time for me."I couldn't help but snap back, the tension of the situation getting to me. "Things change, Cassandra."Cassandra's frustration bubbled over.

Leonidas POV"Who's Casandra, Leonidas?" Isadora inquired, her curiosity unmistakable.I pretended not to hear her at first, but she persisted with her question, demanding an answer."Who's Casandra?" Isadora repeated.I sighed, realizing that I couldn't avoid this conversation. I looked into her eyes and replied, "She's nobody special, Isadora."Isadora wasn't convinced by my vague response, and she let me know. "How's Casandra supposed to be 'nobody special' if she stays at your castle? It doesn't make sense, don't you think?"I felt cornered, my lies closing in on me. After a moment of brief silence, I continued with my deceptive tone, meeting her skeptical gaze. "Isadora, she's just a woman who has no significance in my life. Please, let's not dwell on this."Clearly inconvenienced, Isadora turned to leave, her patience worn thin. "Well, if all you want to do is keep lying to yourself, then fine, that's your problem anyway. Whoever she is, and whatever she is to you, is none of my