~Isabella's POV
You're just starved for affection, Isabella. There's no way in hell you would actually ever want to belong to a pack like this, so full of toxicity and poison, with everyone trying to tear each other down and trample on the weaker wolves. I shuddered as I thought to myself.
My gaze inadvertently met Alpha Damien's again, his eyes cold and assessing. The weight of his gaze felt like an invisible tether, a reminder that my presence here was subject to scrutiny. I shifted uncomfortably, a subtle acknowledgment of the delicate balance I was trying to maintain.
Lilian returned to my side, her tray now laden with a selection of savory dishes. She placed them before me with a measured efficiency, her eyes briefly locking with mine in an unspoken exchange. The air crackled with
