Isabella’s POV.
Watching how his shoulders slumped deeply gave me great joy.
I mean, if I could take a picture, frame it and share it with my former self from years back.
The self that Alpha slept with and rejected.
The one he embarrassed and belittled. Oh goodness, you bet your left balls I would.
I felt not creeping in from my insides, forcing their way through to my chest, forcing the once dead butterfly to fly so freely inside me, that one would think I was a princess.
And that thing about me calling my mate on him, haha! Laughable.
Very laughable.
I saw the look on his face. Kaden looked like he died a thousand times.
I loved it, I wished I could do more.
Before he came, Mekka and I were talking about Esam.
She told me all about how he stepped in to save me and the boys.
