Isadora's POV

Leonidas' continuous silence and indecision were starting to get on my nerves, and I couldn't bear the disrespect anymore. I turned my gaze toward Leonidas, my eyes burning with anger and frustration as I stepped forward. "I, Isadora Philip, of the Wild West Pack, reject you, King Leonidas, as my mate."

With those words, I spun around and stormed off the balcony, leaving behind a crowd thrown into chaos. Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire, and the shock of my rejection reverberated throughout the kingdom.

I left him standing there, dumbfounded, but I had made my choice, and I wasn't going to back down.

"Seize her!" someone ordered,...