ORTON'S POV
The silence between us was heavy with an air of tension that made me a little bit over the edge.
Isabella cleared her throat. "I came to pay the triplet prince's a visit," she said bowing slightly.
I don't know if it's because I didn't like submissive wolves. Something about Isabella put me off. In her defense, Jessica wasn't wild, and worse still, I haven't felt her wolf.
"Isabella…" I began, trying to sound as calm as I could.
"Yes, your highness," she responded.
On a normal day, perhaps one or all of us might find her worthy of being mated to whoever deemed fit to take her as his mate or hell! Even the three of us.
Isabella under the order of my father threw herself at us most of the time. I'm not even about to lie that when she started, we found her attractive.
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