••• Isabella’s POV •••
I kept struggling because it was embarrassing to be carried into the VIP room like this with who knew how many people were inside. But to my surprise, the room was empty except for Darien, who was sitting on the couch, looking tired while he sipped his wine like he had just gone through a war.
Before I could ask if he was alright, Raiden set me down, and, obviously still being clouded by possessiveness and jealousy because of Alpha Chase, intentionally said, “She was flirting with Chase outside. I brought her here to undress her and check her body for any wounds.”
“Wounds?” Darien suddenly looked concerned.
I sighed. “It’s nothing. I’m not injured. Chloe just dumped her wine on my dress and shoes.”
They both looked doubtful, but I rolled my eyes at them because
