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...