“Isabella! Isabella!! Open the door, please. I need to talk to you.”
“Isabella!”
Yet she didn't bother, even after I had spent about another hour standing at her gate, knocking.
Pleading.
Begging, like a disgraced man without an atom of pride left.
“Isabella, I just need to talk.” I continued, knocking gently as another went by.
When one of her neighbours poked his head out, “Alpha Kaden. Is there a problem?”
“Not really sir.” I lied, adjusting my shirt again as I struggled to compose the rest of myself with dignity.
“Then why have you been knocking on her door for the past hour or so?” He kept a straight face.
My lips moved to explain but I stopped. It might have been more dangerous if he knew I had any connections with Isabella.
“I'll be leaving now. Have a great evening.”
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