Isadora's POV:
As the feast continued in the East, alive with celebration and music, I sat at the high table, holding a glass of red wine. Alpha Rodrigo took a seat beside me, guards standing behind.
Suddenly, the glass slipped from my hands, shattering, and a sharp pain struck my chest.
Alpha Rodrigo immediately reacted, asking, "My lady, is everything okay?" A concerned look etched across his face.
"I don't know, but something feels wrong. I should get going," I replied, a sense of unease settling in.
Surprised, Alpha Rodrigo said, "My lady, but you only just got here. How about I have my maids get you something? Maybe it's the wine that's not good for you."
Reassuring him, I said, "I don't think it's the wine. Maybe next time, Alpha Rodrigo. Once again, congratulations on your suc
