ISABEL POV

The weeks that followed the Moon Festival were a whirlwind of whispered advice and stolen glances. Thalia and Shira, my confidantes, had become my impromptu love coaches, their words a potent cocktail of ancient wisdom. They had drilled into me the intricate dance of attraction, the delicate balance of power, the subtle nuances of a man’s heart.

I was determined to apply their lessons, to weave them seamlessly into the tapestry of my relationship with Alpha Xavier. I'd learned to be playful and teasing, to be a touch more aloof, to exude a confidence that bordered on arrogance. I embraced the power of my femininity, using it to...