*Maddox*
Suitcases. On the bed. Packed.
Isla. In her mother’s arms.
After the discussion I just had with her father, I can’t believe that her mother is encouraging her to leave the castle. Did Daniel not mean a word of what he was saying when he told me that Isla’s parents would encourage her to stay so long as I could assure him that she wouldn’t have to worry about any of these other women?
Of course, she doesn’t have to worry about them. They are white noise. Only here to serve the specific purpose of getting these other Alphas off of my back. I have told her that a dozen times, but she will not listen to me.
Now, it seems she is listening to her mother, and the message Constance is telling her is not the same one I just heard from her husband’s mouth.
The Luna turns around and st
