CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED - THE FLASH OF POWER.

Alonso’s smirk sent a chill down Isabella's spine. “Just who I wanted to see,” he purred, his eyes narrowing. “Mateo is fighting for his life out there,” he added with a sickening chuckle. The sounds of the battle outside—the growls, the howls, the clash of claws and blades—pierced through the manor's silence, confirming Alonso's words. “You hear that now, don’t you?” Alonso asked, his voice laced with menace. Isabella’s heart raced as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “How?” she managed to choke out, her eyes darting to the windows, as if she could see the battle from where she stood. Alonso’s cruel laugh sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh, I learned a few tricks from a witch I know,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “I needed you fake fated ones out of the way,” he continued, his voice dripping with contempt. Isabella stared at him in shock. Isabella’s mind reeled as she struggled to understand the situation. How could Alonso know about their status as fated ones?