Isadora's POV
"Fine, Isadora, if that's what you desire," he said, his voice heavy with defeat. "I, Eamon West, Alpha of the Firewolf pack, accept your rejection."
Eamon's words hung heavily in the air, and as he accepted my rejection, it felt like the final c***k in a bond that had once been unbreakable. He fell to his knees, screaming in pain as he held his chest, and a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me.
I took a step closer, my heart aching. I never believed he'd actually accept. Despite the hurt and anger that had festered between us, seeing him like this was almost too much to bear. I approached him, my heart heavy. I could hear the triumphant laughter of Mia behind me, but I refused to turn around to acknowledge her. I wrapped my arms around Eamon in one final, tight hug
