Leonidas' POV
I stood in my bedroom, getting dressed for days activities. I was fastening my shirt when the door burst open, and Cassandra, my girlfriend for months, sauntered in, a sultry smile on her lips.
Cassandra moved closer, her hand gently tracing my chest. "Leonidas, why get dressed, when all I want to do is take off your clothes?"
I stepped away, avoiding her advances, my thoughts filled with Isadora. "Cassandra, not now."
Cassandra's eyes narrowed, a hint of frustration in her voice. "What's wrong with you, Leonidas? You've been distant since your return from the Wild West Pack. You're acting as if you've seen a ghost."
I adjusted my collar, feeling the weight of my unspoken secret. "It's nothing, Cassandra. I'm just preoccupied with pack matters."
She crossed her arms, he
