Finally, Isla let out a long sigh, rubbing her temples. “Fine. Maybe I am upset. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to march over to him and demand answers. He’s the Alpha, Bree. He doesn’t owe me an explanation.”
“No,” Bree agreed. “But maybe you owe it to yourself to stop letting him mess with your head.”
Isla glanced at her, surprised by the quiet intensity in her friend’s voice. Bree wasn’t wrong. Lucian’s actions, his unpredictability, his constant hovering, and now this ridiculous proposal, were affecting her more than she wanted to admit.
But even as she acknowledged that truth, Isla couldn’t shake the feeling that confronting Lucian would only lead to more chaos. And yet, part of her couldn’t help but wonder: What the hell is he really up to?
The tense silence between Isla and Bre
