“I’m not letting you go.”
Isabella placed a hand on my chest, just as we had rehearsed. “Roman, please.”
We stood in front of Kylo, my hand tightly holding her wrist and my heart pounding in my chest. If we were going to make this performance believable enough for Kylo, then I had to act like the possessive asshole that I was.
“You don’t need to go. You work yourself into the ground. Let someone else handle this.”
“No!” Isabella shouted, pulling herself away from me. “I will not let my Lycans do the work themselves. When I took over this pack, I dedicated my time to them. I love you, but I’m trying to save our species and the world.”
I took a domineering step toward her, growling underneath my breath. Kylo stepped between us and placed his hand on my chest, shoving me away.
“Don’t to
