Chapter 29 Sierra’s Grand Entry
Isabella’s POV
꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂
The palace gates shook with noise.
Drums. Cheers. Footsteps.
Someone important had arrived.
I peeked out from the corner of the hallway just in time to see a black carriage stop in front of the main entrance. The doors flew open, and the first person to jump out was…
Rogers.
Great.
He threw his arms in the air like a wolf who just won a trophy.
“She’s here!” he shouted proudly. “My girl is here!”
Behind him, Damon and Kennedy appeared, dressed sharply, surprisingly calm — which was already suspicious. They nodded at each other like they’d reached some sort of agreement.
The carriage door opened again.
And out stepped Sierra.
Her dress was dramatic. Glitter everywhere. Her hair in perfect curls. She walked like this was the Luna Coronation or something. The guards actually gasped.
Of course she made an entrance.
Rogers ran to her immediately. Picked her up. Spun her around. She threw her head back and laughed loudly — so everyone would hear.
I rolled my eyes so hard they almost got stuck.
The brothers were thrilled. Kennedy clapped like a seal. Damon winked at Sierra.
Only one person didn’t move.
Leon.
He stood by the staircase, wearing his usual black shirt, arms crossed, face cold.
Sierra noticed him instantly.
Of course she did.
She touched Rogers’ chest dramatically and whispered something before walking toward Leon with a smile that was too sweet to be real.
“Your Majesty,” she purred, bowing.
Leon didn’t blink.
“Welcome.”
His voice was polite — but painfully flat.
Sierra fluttered her lashes. “I hope my presence isn’t a problem. Rogers invited me personally.”
“It’s not a problem,” Leon said.
Then he added, cold enough to freeze lava:
“As long as you understand your limits in this palace.”
The entire courtyard went silent.
The brothers exchanged looks.
Sierra’s smile twitched, just a little — but she quickly recovered.
“Of course, Your Majesty. I understand perfectly.”
Leon nodded once.
Then walked away.
Just like that.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Sierra turned her head and scanned the area like she was searching for someone to attack.
I immediately slipped back inside before her eyes could land on me.
I didn’t want trouble.
But with Sierra in the palace now, trouble was already coming.
Later that night…
I finished arranging Leon’s books, closing the last drawer. It was already late, and today’s madness had drained me completely.
I walked to my room, grabbed the simple white gown the palace tailor brought earlier — smooth, feather-light, and cut slightly at the side. Not too revealing, but…
Beautiful.
I didn’t want to dress up. I didn’t want to look nice for anyone. Not after everything. But something in me whispered:
Just wear it tonight. Just once.
So I did.
I combed my hair and let it fall freely over my shoulders. I stared at my reflection.
I looked… soft.
Almost like the girl I used to be.
I was about to crawl into bed when a knock came.
“Isabella.”
My heart jumped.
Leon’s voice.
Why? Why now?
I opened the door, expecting something urgent — but he froze the moment he saw me.
His eyes swept over me slowly, like he wasn’t supposed to look… but couldn’t stop.
“I—” he blinked, catching himself. “I… sent for juice.”
“Oh,” I breathed. “I’ll bring it right away.”
I hurried to the kitchen, grabbed the tray, and brought it back to his chamber. My hands were steady — until I reached his door.
I knocked.
“Come in,” he said.
I stepped inside and found him standing near the window, hair messy, shirt off, trousers loose at the waist. His entire back flexed when he shifted positions — strong, toned, the kind of strength alphas trained years to achieve.
He turned around slowly.
And our eyes met again.
Silence fell between us — soft, thick, warm.
I placed the juice on the table, but when I tried to step back… he moved closer.
Very close.
His scent hit me first — clean, sharp, powerful. My wolf pushed forward, tail wagging like an idiot.
YOU LIKE HIM, she teased.
No. No, I don’t.
Leon looked down at me, voice low.
“Isabella… your dress…”
“Oh— it’s nothing,” I said quickly. “Just something the tailor fixed.”
“It’s beautiful.”
His voice was soft. Too soft.
I swallowed. “Thank you, my King.”
That was a mistake.
His jaw clenched lightly at the word King.
Then he stepped even closer.
“Leon,” he whispered. “Call me Leon when we’re alone.”
My breath caught.
His hand lifted…
Stopped near my cheek…
Then slowly brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
His fingers were warm.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
“Today was chaotic,” he murmured. “But when I saw you tonight… it felt like…”
He stopped, struggling with the words.
“…like the chaos disappeared.”
My cheeks burned.
My wolf literally rolled on the floor inside me.
I looked up at him — and he looked right back, golden eyes softening for the first time.
And then…
He leaned in.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer—
Our lips were inches apart.
My heart wasn’t beating anymore — it was sprinting.
He tilted his head—
And just when our lips almost, almost touched—
A knock exploded at the door.
Leon froze.
I froze.
“My King!” a guard shouted from outside. “Prince Rogers requests an urgent meeting!”
Leon pulled back sharply, eyes blazing with suppressed frustration.
I stepped away fast, nearly tripping.
“I— I should go,” I whispered.
He didn’t stop me.
But he did say something as I reached the door.
“Isabella.”
I turned.
His eyes locked with mine.
“This… isn’t over.”
My heart flipped.
Oh Moon Goddess... was I falling for the man who raided my pack? And in one way or the other caused the death of my only son.
No... no...
I was supposed to hate him... despise him. But... I couldn’t.
Maybe my wolf was right...
I slipped out before I did something stupid — like run back into his arms.