Jealousy can turn love into poison.
The morning after Damon left for Moonspire, Isabella couldn’t sit still.
She paced across her luxurious bedroom, her silk gown brushing against the polished wooden floor.
Outside her window, the pack bustled with its usual routine, but inside the Alpha Mansion, the air felt suffocating.
A maid quietly entered with a tray of tea.
“My Lady, your breakfast—”
“I didn’t ask for breakfast!”
The maid flinched as Isabella’s voice cracked through the room.
The tray slipped from her trembling hands, crashing onto the floor.
Tea splashed across the expensive rug.
“I’m sorry, my Lady,” the young woman whispered, dropping to her knees to clean the mess.
Isabella stared at her for a long moment before waving her away.
“Get out.”
The maid hurried from the
