She would explode.
If someone hadn't come to rescue her, she would soon have exploded, regardless of the consequences.
Surrounded by literally every unmated male in the room, Isadore struggled with herself to keep the flow of her emotions under control but she was left with very little self-control.
And the ranks of her admirers, instead of dwindling, was instead rapidly increasing, putting a strain on her patience and imperturbability.
Rhys.
Seething with fury, Isadore tried to spot him among the sea of faces that blocked her way, preventing her from turning and running away as she wished she could do.
Alpha Cedric's words seemed to have been prophetic, though with her manner she certainly wasn't encouraging the interest she had aroused.
Her damned face, despite her cold manners,
