Chapter 85 - Shattered Illusions

Isabella’s POV

“Isabella,” I heard him growl with barely restrained fury.

The night air, once cool and intoxicating with the scent of pine, now felt suffocating—thick with the weight of something dark and dangerous.

Leo stood motionless in the shadows, his figure outlined by the faint silver glow of the moon. His burning gaze latched onto me, unblinking, unwavering.

A chill slithered down my spine, my fingers tightening around the stem of my wine glass. I swallowed hard, my mind scrambling, searching for a way out.

How long had he been standing there? What exactly had he heard?

Then his voice came, cold as ice, sharp as a blade.

“You can’t wait to separate me from my mate?”

Each syllable dripped with restrained fury, his deep voice like the low growl of a predator ready to strike.

My breath hitched. My carefully crafted mask of confidence faltered, cracking at the edges.

“No—Leo, I—”

A step.