#Chapter 52: Isabelle’s Fury

THIRD PERSON POV That wretch did it— Isabelle seethed as she furiously threw open her bedroom door and slammed it shut behind her. It was one thing for Maeve to talk back to her. It was another thing to humiliate her in front of the very people she had worked so hard to impress her entire life. But now… Now, she somehow had been able to turn almost the entire royal family against Isabelle, despite having all odds stacked against her from day one. How was that even possible? How were they so willing to accept a girl who so callously broke practically every rule in the Luna Princess rulebook that Isabelle was so careful to follow? Grinding her teeth, she stormed over to her vanity mirror to loosen her blonde hair from its confines. Maeve was always a gutless nobody… a lowly, pathetic excuse of what a true respectable alpha’s daughter was supposed to embody, and an outlier in the entire hierarchy of the Werewolf Kingdom. It disgusted Isabelle to watch this girl all those