(Isabella’s POV)
“I can’t believe you are calling that sorry rat after everything he’s put us through!” my wolf scolds after I hang up with Jesse.
“He ran the pack before me…I hate going to him, but what choice do I have?”
“Santiago,” she growls possessively.
“We can’t run to him with everything. He’ll respect us if we are independent. A mate worthy of him should be able to take care of s**t on her own, as opposed to Layla.”
“You aren’t wrong there. But I want it noted that I am against dealing with Jesse. It’s a terrible idea, Bella.”
There’s a knock at the door.
“Your concern is noted. Now, hush, he’s here.”
“Come in,” I say.
The door creaks open, Jesse pokes his head in. “Isabella?”
I sit up and straighten my clothes, comb through my hair.
“Stop primping for this asshole,” m
