ISOLDE
No. No. No.
This couldn’t be happening. My heart pounded against my ribs, each thud screaming the same word... wrong.
Elsa’s eyes glowed, her chest rising and falling as if she were breathing fire. And him... Daze. They looked at each other, their breaths slowing, the storm inside them calming in that way only fated mates could understand.
Elsa’s lip curled, her hand clenched, and she stormed toward Arianna, fury in every step.
But Daze moved, his tall frame blocking her path. His growl rumbled low, protective, sharp. “I won’t let you touch my girlfriend.”
The word stabbed. Girlfriend. His. Not Elsa. Not her mate. His girlfriend.
Elsa froze, then nodded stiffly. She backed away, stumbled into my arms, and collapsed against me. Her body shook. Her hot tears soaked my dress as
