Isabella’s POV
“My chamber. Now.”
Leon’s words echoed in my head as I followed closely.
It hadn’t been a request. Nothing close...
It was an order—one that I wouldn't dare go against.
The guards pushed the doors open and immediately bowed.
I stepped inside.
The doors shut behind me with a heavy thud that vibrated through my bones.
The room was dimly lit by amber lanterns, and smelled faintly of expensive werewolf incense and something sharper… something distinctly Leon.
Leon stood by the window, broad back turned to me, his hands clasped behind him.
The air shifted.
He sensed me.
He always sensed everything.
Slowly, he turned.
His eyes locked on mine—empty of warmth, empty of expression, yet somehow holding something too heavy to name.
A king’s gaze.
A predator’s gaze.
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