~Isabella’s POV

Two weeks later,

The evening air was thick with anticipation as I stood at the edge of the grand hall, gazing out at the sight before me. The moon was full tonight, casting its soft silver light through the massive windows that lined the room. I could feel its pull, the power of it wrapping around me, but it didn’t overwhelm me like it used to. Tonight was different. Tonight, I wasn’t just a Fae queen—I was something else entirely. I was Lucian’s.

The room was filled ...