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Isabelle POV:
“Divorced.”
The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions, a mix of relief and regret, of freedom and a lingering sadness.
A stark contrast to the celebratory atmosphere of the Magnus packhouse, the joyful reunion of Rowan and Lucas, the echoes of laughter and relieved whispers, a symphony of a family reunited.
Carson, my Beta, my friend, my confidante, stared at me, his usually warm eyes wide with shock, his scent, a familiar blend of oak and earth.
Now tinged with a confusion that mirrored my own, a reflection of the tumultuous years we’d weathered together, the battles we’d fought, the losses we’d endured.
We stood on the edge of the packhouse’s main hall, the sounds of celebration a distant hum, the scent of roasted meat and celebratory drinks a bittersweet reminder of the peace we’d almost lost, the darkness we’d faced, the sacrifices we’d made.
“But how, Isabelle?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, his gaze searching mine.
“I thought the Alpha King wouldn't allow it. Not after everything.”
He paused, his words heavy with unspoken implications, the weight of tradition, the ancient laws that governed our world, the power of the Alpha King, a force that even we, Alphas in our own right, couldn’t defy.
“He didn’t have a choice, Carson,” I said, my gaze fixed on the bustling scene before us, the pack celebrating, their joy a stark contrast to the turmoil in my own heart.
“Rowan, he explained everything. About the ritual. About the altered timeline... About Catrina.”
I looked at him then, my amber eyes meeting him, a silent conversation passing between us, a shared understanding of the complexities of our situation
“The Alpha King he saw the truth, Carson,” I continued, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the fear, the doubt, the uncertainty. “He saw the bond between them. The love that they share. The destiny they were meant to have.”
My words, a confession, a truth I’d been trying to deny, a reality I’d been trying to escape, brought a flicker of pain to Carson’s eyes, a reminder of the love he’d once held for me, a love that had been overshadowed by duty, by loyalty, by a bond that could never be.
“And he accepted it?” he asked, his voice a hesitant whisper, his gaze searching mine, a mix of disbelief and a grudging respect for the Alpha King’s wisdom, his ability to see beyond the ancient laws.
“He did,” I said, my voice firm. “He saw that Rowan and Catrina belonged together. That their love was stronger than any law. Any tradition. Any destiny.”
I paused, my gaze drifting towards the happy scene before us, towards Rowan, a joy that had been restored, his arm around Catrina, her amber eyes filled with a love that mirrored his own, a bond that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
And in that moment, as I watched them, as I saw the way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other, the way their scents, mingled in the air, a symphony of love and belonging, a reminder of the life they’d almost lost, the future they were now fighting for, I knew, that they were meant to be.
That their love, a force of nature, a power that defied everything, would prevail.
“And what about you, Isabelle?” Carson asked, his voice a soft murmur, his gaze meeting mine, his eyes filled with a concern, a tenderness, that made my heart ache, a reminder of the friendship we shared, the bond that had been tested, but not broken.
“What about us?”
His words, a question, a plea, a hope, hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the path not taken, the love that could never be, the destiny we’d both been denied.
I looked at him, at my Beta, my friend, my confidante, the wolf who’d always been there for me.
Who’d supported me, who’d protected me, who’d loved me, in his own way, and I felt a wave of gratitude, of affection, of a love that was different, but no less real, no less important.
“We’ll we’ll be okay, Carson,” I said, my voice a soft whisper, my hand reaching out to touch his, a silent reassurance, a promise of a friendship that would endure, a bond that would never be broken.
“We'll always be friends. We'll always be pack. We'll always have each other’s backs.”
He nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of sadness and understanding, his hand squeezing mine, his touch a warmth, a comfort, a reminder of the love we shared, a friendship that had endured everything, a bond that would never be broken.
“But what now, Isabelle?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, his gaze searching for mine, a question that echoed my own, a fear of the unknown, a future that was uncertain, a destiny that was still unfolding.
“What is happening now? To the pack? To you?”
I took a deep breath, the weight of his question, the responsibility of leadership, now intertwined, their destinies linked, settling on my shoulders, a heavy cloak I was determined to wear, a challenge I was determined to meet.
“Now,” I said, my voice gaining strength, my Alpha’s presence radiating outward, a beacon of hope in the darkness, a promise of a future we would build together.
“Now we rebuild. We heal. We move forward.”
I paused, my gaze sweeping over the celebrating pack, their laughter echoing through the packhouse, their scents a mix of joy and relief, a reminder of the life we’d almost lost, the darkness we’d faced, the love that had prevailed.
“And… prepare. For whatever comes next.”
“And what about you, Isabelle?” Carson asked, his voice soft, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes filled with a concern, a tenderness, that made my heart ache, a reminder of the friendship we shared, the bond that had been tested, but not broken. “What what will you do?”
I looked at him, at my Beta, my friend, my confidante, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that it was time.
Time to be honest.
“I’m tired, Carson,” I whispered, my voice a confession, a truth I’d been hiding from, even from myself, for too long, the weight of leadership, the burden of grief, the loneliness of a love that was forbidden, finally spilling over.
“I'm tired of fighting. Of leading. Of pretending.”
I paused, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a newfound resolve, a decision that had been made, a path that was now clear.
“I’m done, Carson,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, my words a release, a surrender, a new beginning. “My work here is done.”
“Done?” he echoed, his voice a mix of disbelief and alarm, his eyes wide with a fear that mirrored my own, a premonition of the change that was coming, the shift in power, the uncertainty of the future.
“What are you talking about, Isabelle? You’re you’re the Alpha. You can’t just leave.”
“The Magnus pack has an Alpha, Carson,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering, my gaze holding his, a reminder of the truth, the reality, the destiny that had been reclaimed. “Rowan is back. And he's ready to lead. To rebuild. To take his rightful place.”
“But what about the Mondragon pack?” he asked, his voice a desperate plea, his gaze searching mine, a question that echoed my own, a fear of the unknown, a future that was uncertain. “What about your pack, Isabelle?... we need you.”
“They’ll choose a new Alpha, Carson,” I said, my voice a soft whisper, my words a decision made, a path chosen, a destiny embraced. “A strong Alpha. A good Alpha. Someone who can lead them. Protect them. Love them.”
I paused, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a quiet hope, a longing for a future I wasn’t sure I deserved, a love I wasn’t sure I could ever truly have.
“Someone who deserves to be Alpha,” I whispered, my voice breaking, the tears I’d been holding back for so long finally spilling over, a torrent of grief and relief, of loss and hope.
“But what about you, Isabelle?” he asked, his voice a soft murmur, his hand reaching out, his touch a warmth, a comfort, a reminder of the friendship we shared, the bond that had been tested, but not broken. “What will you do?”
“I’m going to rest, Carson,” I said, my voice a soft whisper, my words a promise, a hope, a new beginning.
“I’m going to heal. I’m going to find myself. I don't know. Leave all of this behind for a while. Maybe travel the world. I haven't really given it much thought to be honest."
I paused, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a newfound resolve, a decision that had been made, a path that was now clear.
“I’m going to be free.”
“You can’t just leave, Isabelle,” Carson said, his voice a low growl, a mix of hurt and anger and a desperation that made my heart ache.
“The pack needs you. I need you.”
His words, a plea, a demand, a reminder of the bond we shared, the responsibility I carried, the love he felt for me, a love that was both a comfort and a burden, echoed in the silence of the study, a challenge I couldn’t ignore, a decision I had to make.
“The Mondragon pack will be fine, Carson,” I said, my voice soft but firm, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a resolve that surprised even me, a strength I hadn’t known I possessed.
“They’re strong. They’re resilient. They’ll choose a new Alpha. One who’s not torn. One who’s not divided.”
“Better than you?” He scoffed, his voice laced with disbelief, his eyes searching mine, a silent question, a plea for understanding, a love that he couldn’t quite hide.
“There is no one better than you, Isabelle. You’re the best Alpha the Mondragons have ever had.”
“That’s not true, Carson,” I whispered, my voice heavy with the weight of my own doubts, my own insecurities, my own failures.
“I’ve made mistakes. I've let my personal feelings cloud my judgment. I've put the pack at risk.”
“You’ve done what you thought was right, Isabelle,” Carson said, his voice softer now, his hand reaching out, his touch a warmth, a comfort, a reminder of the friendship we shared, the bond that had been tested, but not broken. “You’ve always put the pack first. Always.”
“Have I, Carson?” I asked, my voice a broken whisper, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a longing for a forgiveness I wasn’t sure I deserved.
“Or have I just been fooling myself? Fooling everyone?”
“You can’t blame yourself for Rowan’s disappearance, Isabelle,” he said, his voice firm, his gaze holding mine. “It wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could.”
“But it wasn’t enough, Carson,” I whispered, my voice trembling, the weight of my grief, my guilt, my love for Rowan, a heavy burden. “I couldn’t save him. And now he’s back. And I don’t know what to do.”
Carson was silent for a moment, his gaze thoughtful, his scent, a mix of oak and earth and a loyalty that had always been my anchor, now tinged with a sadness that mirrored my own, a shared grief, a mutual understanding.
“I’ll be here, Isabelle,” he whispered, his voice a vow, a promise. “I’ll always be here. For you. For the pack. For whatever you need.”
“Divorced.”
The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions, a mix of relief and regret, of freedom and a lingering sadness.
A stark contrast to the celebratory atmosphere of the Magnus packhouse, the joyful reunion of Rowan and Lucas, the echoes of laughter and relieved whispers, a symphony of a family reunited.
Carson, my Beta, my friend, my confidante, stared at me, his usually warm eyes wide with shock, his scent, a familiar blend of oak and earth.
Now tinged with a confusion that mirrored my own, a reflection of the tumultuous years we’d weathered together, the battles we’d fought, the losses we’d endured.
We stood on the edge of the packhouse’s main hall, the sounds of celebration a distant hum, the scent of roasted meat and celebratory drinks a bittersweet reminder of the peace we’d almost lost, the darkness we’d faced, the sacrifices we’d made.
“But how, Isabelle?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, his gaze searching mine.
“I thought the Alpha King wouldn't allow it. Not after everything.”
He paused, his words heavy with unspoken implications, the weight of tradition, the ancient laws that governed our world, the power of the Alpha King, a force that even we, Alphas in our own right, couldn’t defy.
“He didn’t have a choice, Carson,” I said, my gaze fixed on the bustling scene before us, the pack celebrating, their joy a stark contrast to the turmoil in my own heart.
“Rowan, he explained everything. About the ritual. About the altered timeline... About Catrina.”
I looked at him then, my amber eyes meeting him, a silent conversation passing between us, a shared understanding of the complexities of our situation
“The Alpha King he saw the truth, Carson,” I continued, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the fear, the doubt, the uncertainty. “He saw the bond between them. The love that they share. The destiny they were meant to have.”
My words, a confession, a truth I’d been trying to deny, a reality I’d been trying to escape, brought a flicker of pain to Carson’s eyes, a reminder of the love he’d once held for me, a love that had been overshadowed by duty, by loyalty, by a bond that could never be.
“And he accepted it?” he asked, his voice a hesitant whisper, his gaze searching mine, a mix of disbelief and a grudging respect for the Alpha King’s wisdom, his ability to see beyond the ancient laws.
“He did,” I said, my voice firm. “He saw that Rowan and Catrina belonged together. That their love was stronger than any law. Any tradition. Any destiny.”
I paused, my gaze drifting towards the happy scene before us, towards Rowan, a joy that had been restored, his arm around Catrina, her amber eyes filled with a love that mirrored his own, a bond that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
And in that moment, as I watched them, as I saw the way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other, the way their scents, mingled in the air, a symphony of love and belonging, a reminder of the life they’d almost lost, the future they were now fighting for, I knew, that they were meant to be.
That their love, a force of nature, a power that defied everything, would prevail.
“And what about you, Isabelle?” Carson asked, his voice a soft murmur, his gaze meeting mine, his eyes filled with a concern, a tenderness, that made my heart ache, a reminder of the friendship we shared, the bond that had been tested, but not broken.
“What about us?”
His words, a question, a plea, a hope, hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the path not taken, the love that could never be, the destiny we’d both been denied.
I looked at him, at my Beta, my friend, my confidante, the wolf who’d always been there for me.
Who’d supported me, who’d protected me, who’d loved me, in his own way, and I felt a wave of gratitude, of affection, of a love that was different, but no less real, no less important.
“We’ll we’ll be okay, Carson,” I said, my voice a soft whisper, my hand reaching out to touch his, a silent reassurance, a promise of a friendship that would endure, a bond that would never be broken.
“We'll always be friends. We'll always be pack. We'll always have each other’s backs.”
He nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of sadness and understanding, his hand squeezing mine, his touch a warmth, a comfort, a reminder of the love we shared, a friendship that had endured everything, a bond that would never be broken.
“But what now, Isabelle?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, his gaze searching for mine, a question that echoed my own, a fear of the unknown, a future that was uncertain, a destiny that was still unfolding.
“What is happening now? To the pack? To you?”
I took a deep breath, the weight of his question, the responsibility of leadership, now intertwined, their destinies linked, settling on my shoulders, a heavy cloak I was determined to wear, a challenge I was determined to meet.
“Now,” I said, my voice gaining strength, my Alpha’s presence radiating outward, a beacon of hope in the darkness, a promise of a future we would build together.
“Now we rebuild. We heal. We move forward.”
I paused, my gaze sweeping over the celebrating pack, their laughter echoing through the packhouse, their scents a mix of joy and relief, a reminder of the life we’d almost lost, the darkness we’d faced, the love that had prevailed.
“And… prepare. For whatever comes next.”
“And what about you, Isabelle?” Carson asked, his voice soft, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes filled with a concern, a tenderness, that made my heart ache, a reminder of the friendship we shared, the bond that had been tested, but not broken. “What what will you do?”
I looked at him, at my Beta, my friend, my confidante, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that it was time.
Time to be honest.
“I’m tired, Carson,” I whispered, my voice a confession, a truth I’d been hiding from, even from myself, for too long, the weight of leadership, the burden of grief, the loneliness of a love that was forbidden, finally spilling over.
“I'm tired of fighting. Of leading. Of pretending.”
I paused, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a newfound resolve, a decision that had been made, a path that was now clear.
“I’m done, Carson,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, my words a release, a surrender, a new beginning. “My work here is done.”
“Done?” he echoed, his voice a mix of disbelief and alarm, his eyes wide with a fear that mirrored my own, a premonition of the change that was coming, the shift in power, the uncertainty of the future.
“What are you talking about, Isabelle? You’re you’re the Alpha. You can’t just leave.”
“The Magnus pack has an Alpha, Carson,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering, my gaze holding his, a reminder of the truth, the reality, the destiny that had been reclaimed. “Rowan is back. And he's ready to lead. To rebuild. To take his rightful place.”
“But what about the Mondragon pack?” he asked, his voice a desperate plea, his gaze searching mine, a question that echoed my own, a fear of the unknown, a future that was uncertain. “What about your pack, Isabelle?... we need you.”
“They’ll choose a new Alpha, Carson,” I said, my voice a soft whisper, my words a decision made, a path chosen, a destiny embraced. “A strong Alpha. A good Alpha. Someone who can lead them. Protect them. Love them.”
I paused, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a quiet hope, a longing for a future I wasn’t sure I deserved, a love I wasn’t sure I could ever truly have.
“Someone who deserves to be Alpha,” I whispered, my voice breaking, the tears I’d been holding back for so long finally spilling over, a torrent of grief and relief, of loss and hope.
“But what about you, Isabelle?” he asked, his voice a soft murmur, his hand reaching out, his touch a warmth, a comfort, a reminder of the friendship we shared, the bond that had been tested, but not broken. “What will you do?”
“I’m going to rest, Carson,” I said, my voice a soft whisper, my words a promise, a hope, a new beginning.
“I’m going to heal. I’m going to find myself. I don't know. Leave all of this behind for a while. Maybe travel the world. I haven't really given it much thought to be honest."
I paused, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a newfound resolve, a decision that had been made, a path that was now clear.
“I’m going to be free.”
“You can’t just leave, Isabelle,” Carson said, his voice a low growl, a mix of hurt and anger and a desperation that made my heart ache.
“The pack needs you. I need you.”
His words, a plea, a demand, a reminder of the bond we shared, the responsibility I carried, the love he felt for me, a love that was both a comfort and a burden, echoed in the silence of the study, a challenge I couldn’t ignore, a decision I had to make.
“The Mondragon pack will be fine, Carson,” I said, my voice soft but firm, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a resolve that surprised even me, a strength I hadn’t known I possessed.
“They’re strong. They’re resilient. They’ll choose a new Alpha. One who’s not torn. One who’s not divided.”
“Better than you?” He scoffed, his voice laced with disbelief, his eyes searching mine, a silent question, a plea for understanding, a love that he couldn’t quite hide.
“There is no one better than you, Isabelle. You’re the best Alpha the Mondragons have ever had.”
“That’s not true, Carson,” I whispered, my voice heavy with the weight of my own doubts, my own insecurities, my own failures.
“I’ve made mistakes. I've let my personal feelings cloud my judgment. I've put the pack at risk.”
“You’ve done what you thought was right, Isabelle,” Carson said, his voice softer now, his hand reaching out, his touch a warmth, a comfort, a reminder of the friendship we shared, the bond that had been tested, but not broken. “You’ve always put the pack first. Always.”
“Have I, Carson?” I asked, my voice a broken whisper, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a longing for a forgiveness I wasn’t sure I deserved.
“Or have I just been fooling myself? Fooling everyone?”
“You can’t blame yourself for Rowan’s disappearance, Isabelle,” he said, his voice firm, his gaze holding mine. “It wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could.”
“But it wasn’t enough, Carson,” I whispered, my voice trembling, the weight of my grief, my guilt, my love for Rowan, a heavy burden. “I couldn’t save him. And now he’s back. And I don’t know what to do.”
Carson was silent for a moment, his gaze thoughtful, his scent, a mix of oak and earth and a loyalty that had always been my anchor, now tinged with a sadness that mirrored my own, a shared grief, a mutual understanding.
“I’ll be here, Isabelle,” he whispered, his voice a vow, a promise. “I’ll always be here. For you. For the pack. For whatever you need.”
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