Okay, so I couldn’t fit everything into one chapter. Therefore we’ll have one more chapter— the last Chapter tomorrow! Yay!… Lol. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! See yA!
{Isla's POV} “You make love to me so close just to throw me so far away,” I muttered in tears as I staggered through the shaggy forest path with my bruised heart and my wounded hope— I was literally drunk on my grief. Almost immediately, I realized I was being followed. I wasn’t quite sure who these creeping bunch were, but I knew they weren’t coming to have a chat. And I clearly understood why. It’s not every day you see the eminent Luna of GreyStone Pack wandering through the eerie Woodlands-- alone! I tried to creep faster now but the swollen weight of the grief in my chest hampered my already shaky legs from making any new advances. To be honest, there was no point in trying to escape from these prowlers. For all I know, nothing they could do to me would equally match my present agony. Nothing mattered anymore, not even my dear ‘esteemed’ life. So death was the least of my worries, and the stream of doleful tears still trailing from my eyes was an extra validation of this f
{Isla's POV} “Cayden!” I yelled, drawing all the glares at the table to my person. Cayden’s expression still remained straight as he didn’t bother sparing me a look, but in that instance, I wasn’t intimidated by it. I was there to pour out my heart and get answers, and that was what I did. “Who is she?” I started with a solid tone, aiming my finger at the crafty lady on his side. “For the past few days, this woman has been staying in this house and nobody has bothered saying anything? She and Cayden are suddenly so close, and everyone is chill about it? Don’t any of you think I deserve, at least, an explanation for all this muddle!” I was doing so well until my tears betrayed me and began trailing down my cheeks. However, I couldn’t blame the tears because, with the heat in my chest, even my heart was threatening to leap out. “You don’t get to talk to us that way!” Cayden’s mother, Sassaba, voiced as she shot to her feet. “Who do you think you are!” Who am I? Who is she! I motion
{Cayden’s POV}“Did she just…” I knowingly stopped my attempt at continuing that sentence as I already completed it in my head. It was the plan all along— for her to take the compensation and quietly leave my life, but I didn’t expect her to reject me so suddenly and seriously.I was to do that! In fact, the whole episode was still very shocking to me as I had never known Isla to be so… so wild. She had shown me her confidence and a feisty spirit that I had never seen before in all our years as mates.I had been really provoked with how she talked to me but at the same time I had been too puzzled to react, and she had walked off leaving me that way.I could still hear my mum cursing and protesting in the background, and for some odd reason, I wasn’t really comfortable with her volume anymore.“She has no right to reject my son! A low-born Omega like her rejecting an Alpha? She should be killed!” She bewailed while Ivanka supported her claim.“Mum!” I bawled as I spindled myself to f
{Isla’s POV}“Be cautious. They say she’s almost as strong as him.” I heard one of the cronies still trailing behind me chatter and I couldn’t stop the smirk that threatened to grow on my lips even though it was very insignificant in that instance. I wasn’t going to fight them and I wished I could just tell them— maybe turn around, throw my hands in the air, and plead for them to capture me. But that would be too dramatic, even for me.In any case, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before they attacked and seized me, and for all I knew, I was already a prisoner. But who knows, it might serve as a very good distraction from my harrowing misery.I suddenly stopped cold in my tracks to make things easier for them and almost immediately, I felt the aggressive weight of three hefty bodies collapse on me, sending me forcefully to the icky dirt of the forest floor. My face dug into the dust as my body jounced vigorously from their wrestle. One of the trio’s claws dug into my sides and
{Isla’s POV} The next time I woke up was due to the perception of hands gently wrapping around my body and lifting me. I slowly struggled my eyelids open and drove my misty gaze about in an attempt to know where I was, and my gaze promptly stretched with my realization. Home? Suddenly, I was forced to remember that I was still in the clasps of a stranger, so I immediately shifted my gaze to the figure’s face and my glare stretched even further. The figure had a graceful face that was complemented by his roughly coiled honey-blonde hair, well-groomed eyebrows, and a well-defined jawline that augmented his supremacy. He had fiery hazel eyes just like mine and from the breastplate resting over his unbelievably broad shoulders, I could tell he had just returned from scouting. “Dad? …” “Hush now, Buttercup. You’re safe now.” He pronounced in his warming baritone and I immediately dug myself into his snuggly embrace as tears trailed from the corners of my eyes. “Dad, I’m sor
{Cayden’s POV}My head was still wobbling with distressing thoughts, but it was less chaotic now. I had busied myself— distracted myself if you may, with going through the Merger documents for the alliance between RockyHill Pack— Ivanka’s Pack, and mine, GreyStone.Since we were together now, it meant that her Pack and mine would have to merge, and since Ivanka’s father, the Alpha of RockyHill Pack, was about to step down due to his aging, Ivanka would ultimately have to become Luna since she was his first daughter. Hence the alliance.I would finally become the alpha of two of the biggest packs of the North, making me the biggest Alpha in the Northern Reigns! … which would ultimately increase my chances of being noticed by the Lord Alpha— the King.I was supposed to be happy. But I wasn’t. And I didn’t want to ask myself why.My office was peaceful, calm, and quiet— conducive enough to aid my office work. But the quietness seemed somewhat offensive to me.Yeah, weird. But It felt l
{Isla’s POV}My room!The vivid scent of my blissful childhood and quirky teenagehood— youthful years, sorry— washed over my senses, and I entertained the colorful memories that lurked in every corner of this room.I had grown up behind these very walls and being here again after my ‘Love and War escapade’ was warming.Being here made me feel like a child again, even though I knew I wasn’t. I mean; I had kissed a guy, fallen stupidly in love, run away from home, fucked the same guy from the kiss, ruled a Pack as Luna, been cheated on by the same guy from the kiss, run away again, and had engaged in an actual fight, where I tore someone’s gut out!The last one was a lie, but I hope to do so one day.Alas, all these were testimonies of my current age and position, and reminders that I couldn’t go back. Reminders that I had made some decisions that made me who I was today.A fucked up, heartbroken Princess! But I will heal. On the bright side, that fucked up Princess had learned her le
{Isla’s POV}Yep! I hugged the careless-maid-who-had-almost-killed-herself-with-a-Wardrobe-that-weighed-up-to-two-braford-bulls.As much as she was clumsy enough to take her own life, she was my favorite maid… and my best friend!“Andrea. You’re still so clumsy.” I squeezed her further into my embrace before I loosened it up to look at her.“My Princess.” Was all she could mutter. There was tears in her eyes.“I’ve missed you too,” I said, smiling. Andrea was ‘mon meilleur ami’, as the French usually call it. She has been with me since I clocked thirteen, as she began Palace service in order to be able to pay off her deceased father’s debts. Her father had stolen from mine and had ended his life, so my dad, being the merciless king he was then, had obligated Andrea to settle the debts with menial service.For this reason, I had taken pity on her and had made her my personal maid but treated her like a sister instead. I treat all my maids like sisters but Andrea is just special, even