I see trouble coming (drumroll please). Richard is not going to be pleased about this little get together.
"Isabella!" We both froze as we saw him. I don’t know how he had crept behind us without us knowing. We quickly stood up, putting some distance between us. "Richard, what are you doing here? I thought you said you were going to work today." I realized too late that I shouldn’t have said that. It sounded as if I didn’t want him to be here. Harry was still frozen as he stared at our exchange. He was probably contemplating a lot of possible reasons why he would give Richard, or else he could end up dying. We were together alone, so it can be interpreted in a different way. "I was hearing rumors about my mate frolicking with another wolf, so I decided to come see it for myself. You sounded like you didn’t want me to be here." He said it too calmly. "No, I was just talking to my friend Harry here." I said, pointing to Harry. He looked at him and frowned. "What are you doing here with my mate, Harry? You should know not to touch what belongs to others, especially my mate." He said, his e
After I had had the blowout with Richard, I stomped downstairs to my former room. I was partly hoping he would run after me, and we would make up. But it wasn't so. I got to the door, and thankfully, it was still open and clean. The Omega had been maintaining it, and I was grateful for that. I dropped my body on the bed, sighing as I pondered all that had taken place. This wasn't how I thought my day would end. Today had been going great, but this has ruined it, and it was over a little misunderstanding. I sighed again as I closed my eyes, feeling all the weight on me. I wasn't ready to deal with this. I opened it, and my eyes met with the portraits on the wall, and I shivered. Great. Now I have Richard's ancestors staring down at me in disgust. I tossed and turned on the bed, unsure of what to do. I picked up my phone and replied to some messages. I decided to watch a movie, but not even my favorite actor could alleviate my mood. I was angry and disappointed at Richard. It was ju
I went into the closet and started throwing my clothes into my bag. I wasn't going to stay here any longer. Richard was just watching me throw my things without saying a word. I ignored him, trying to blink back tears as I packed my essentials. "Excuse me," I said coldly to him as I went to the bathroom to pack my things from there. He simply shifted to the side and didn't comment. I finished stuffing all my things in a box and a small carry-on, and he finally noticed that this was serious. "Where are you going to all packed up like that?" "Away. I am going away from you. I am not going to stay with a man who doesn't respect me or love me." "Stop being a baby Isabella. You are being unreasonable right now. Mates argue every time, but that doesn't mean they are going to pack their bags at any slight opportunity. Where do you think you are going to? Are you going to Harry's or your parents'?" He taunted. "I have been unreasonable? Are you for real right now, Richard? Can you just dr
"Isabella!" My mother exclaimed as she saw me. She quickly enveloped me in a warm, tight hug. "Are you actually the one?" She asked as she parted from the hug, not believing her eyes. "Yes, mom, it is I." She hugged me again, digging her nose into my neck to sniff my scent. "What is all the commotion here, Caleb? Why do you always come to disturb us?" My dad was asking as he came to investigate the noise. But he stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw me. "Isabella?" He walked swiftly to reach me, gently pushing my mother aside as he hugged me, lifting me up from the ground. "Isabella?" He repeats it again, as if I doubt it. "What are you doing here?" "Do I need to have a reason to visit my parents?" My mother replied, "Of course not. You are always welcome here. It is good to have you back." My dad was still holding me as he led me inside, refusing to let go. I have always been a daddy’s girl, so my leaving affected my dad more, plus Richard told me he had already told my dad wha
The next day, no one made mention of the incident of yesterday. It was something that we all decided to ignore. And I'm thankful for that. I wasn't ready to talk. If anyone had asked me any questions, I was sure I was going to break down again. "Good morning." I greeted my parents as I saw them in the living room. I went to where my mom was sitting and plopped down next to her, resting my head on her. "How was your night? Did you sleep well?" I nodded. I opened my phone, and was bombarded with a lot of messages and calls. I started sorting them out according to the order in which they appear. First was Ava, who was asking about me. She wanted us to have a girls' night. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to make it, so I ignored it. Next was Jessica, who also sent the same message. I also ignored that. When I am well composed, I will talk to them. It wouldn't even be long before they found out I wasn't around anymore. I scrolled down to Richard's contact, my fingers hovering on it. I
I woke up to the sunlight on my face and with a splitting headache. I rubbed my eyes with my hand, trying to clear my foggy eyes. The drink had been laced with wolfsbane in diluted quantities, which is capable of knocking one out. And I drank a lot. I tried to recall what happened at the party, but it came in short flashes. Betty had driven us home since she was the only sober one. My head was literally on fire, and I clutched it in hopes that it would relieve the pain. "Isabella!" My mom pounded on the door. "Are you awake?" I replied with a groan, the pounding increasing my headache. I hoped her sensitive ears would catch on. Thankfully, she did. "I am coming in." She walked in, and I'm sure she was shaking her head at what she saw. I was lying down, spread out like a starfish, half alive. I was very sure I had drool on my face. She sniffed in distaste, her nose up in the air. "Get up and take this for the headache." She said, producing a glass of water and a packet of painkiller
I was in the sitting room, munching on some nuts while watching a series. My parents' were out, so I had the whole house to myself, and I was enjoying it. I was giggling at the character when the thought of Richard flashed through my mind. I had promised myself that I would call him today. I missed him a lot. The past two weeks have been hell without him. I was barely coping. I was just putting up a brave front because of my parents. But I was dying inside. My mom slumped on the chair. "Phew! That was stressful." I brought a glass of cold water and she drank it, sighing as it quenched her thirst. "Where is dad?" They had left together this morning for a neighboring pack, and it was unheard of that they weren’t seen together. "He was held up by some of his friends. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I had to leave." She went to get food from the kitchen, while I continued my series. "Isabelle?" She called my attention after she had eaten. "Huh?" "When will you be going back?" I froze
It has been a while since I slept so peacefully. During the course of my sleep, I had snuggled closer to him, reveling in his body heat, and he had wrapped his hands around me. I woke up before he did, watching him as he slept. He woke up shortly after me, and I quickly closed my eyes and pretended I was still sleeping. I tried to control my breathing to appear so. I felt his breath on my face as he moved closer. I almost gave myself away as I felt his cold hands on my face, caressing me gently, and I unconsciously leaned towards it. He touched my lips and traced them down to my neck. Then I felt him lean closer to me, and he planted a kiss on my forehead. It was a soft whisper, but I could never forget those words. "I love you." My heart was threatening to burst out of its cage at that word. I needed a lot of will to calm my heart, or else I would risk blowing up my cover. He snuggled me even closer, wrapping his hands around me. Then I heard his chuckle, "Are you seriously going
My hands were drumming on the table as the lady kept talking, and I tried to tune her out. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the meeting, my mind kept jumping to the children I left in the room. I had told Jesse to watch them, but I know he will be of no help. I was particularly worried about Jasmine, the oldest of my twins. She is known to be fearless and has a knack for inviting trouble, even though she just barely clocked 5. Her twin brother, Jason, was equally troublesome, but he was easier to control than his sister. When will this damn meeting be over? This was something I never got used to—sitting down for hours and hearing people talk. Richard noticed my attitude and smirked, "Feeling bored?" He asked me through the link. "You can say that again. I am just worried about the twins. You know what Jasmine can be like." It didn't help that I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. "Relax. Don't worry, they are in safe hands. My brother is watching over them.
"Alright, the bad news. Your mom is suffering from a stroke." Richard's face crumbled as he heard it. I held him, trying to comfort him in the best way I knew how. "But we are werewolves, Gamgam; we don't suffer illness." He tried to argue. "Yes I know, which is why it is rare. But your mother has been without a mate for a while, and it is affecting her. She is slowly deteriorating." "And the good news?" He asked, trying to gain hope. "The good news is that the operation was successful. We were extremely lucky that we got to her on time. She should be waking up soon." We all collectively heaved a sigh of relief. I could feel Richard untensing at her words. "Thank you so much, Gamgam. I am really grateful for everything." "It is alright." "She is also like a daughter to me, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her." Just then a male doctor and some nurses came outside. "This is Alexander. He was the head surgeon in charge of her operation, and he in fact needs to be praised.
I woke up with a splitting headache—now that I think of it, I am always waking up with a splitting headache. Anyways, I rub my hands over my sleepy eyes, trying to clear the sleep. Looking around, the sheets have been thrown on the floor during our steamy session. The bed was unmade and rough, and Richard was sleeping on it like that, eagle-spread and snoring. I frowned as the noise got to my ears. Reaching over, I pinched his nose tight, and it was able to control it.I looked around, trying to get my clothes. The red and white furniture is a stark contrast to our black furniture, which reminded me that this was not our room. But that begs me to ask the question, "Where were we?"But before I troubled myself with that piece of information, Richard would know best how to answer it. I need to look for my phone; if I could remember, someone was trying to reach me yesterday. But Richard collected my phone and switched it off.I shuffled to the edge of the bed and placed my legs gingerly
It has been a hassle trying to get Richard to leave the venue. He had gotten power drunk and was crazy about winning. Soon the locals found out that they were never going to beat him, so they got tired, and no one was in the mood to compete again.He looked around, searching for new competitors, but no one was willing to wrestle with the new person. "I see y'all are getting tired of being beaten at your game. But I get it, and I will go. Let me just get my money." Someone directed him to where all his earnings from the game have been stacked.We went over there, and bundles of 10-pound notes were stacked high on the table. "What are you going to do with all that money?" I asked him through the link."Hmm, I don't know. Probably convert it to the pack's fund?" I dug my elbows into his ribs, and he looked at me quizzically, "You know you can't do that. You will be ripping them off of their hard-earned money, and goddess knows they need it. Besides, I have seen the pack's account, and I
The sun had begun to set on the horizon, and darkness was slowly creeping into the place. But that was when the main show was getting started. According to Richard, I was going to experience the Southampton nightlife. The first place we visited was the Duke of Wellington, commonly known as "the Duke of Boots" by locals. The name was given after its namesake’s famous victory at the Battle of Waterloo. It was a formidable timber-framed building with colorful hanging baskets that greeted our arrival. We were led upstairs to the rooftop. It had a section for the bar and for the restaurant. We got seated in one of the chairs, and I got comfortable. I looked beyond the horizon, watching as the night was taken up by the stars and beautiful street lights. I looked up to see the moonlight shining down on us. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the night breeze. "Enjoying the view?" Richard whispered into my ears, and I nodded. "Yeah, it is beautiful. Thank you for today." He gazed at me, his dark
The date hasn't even begun, but overall, I was loving it. My skin was glowing after hours of pampering and care. My nails were on fleek, and even my hair was flawless. Apparently Richard told them to get a hair stylist for me because he wants me to look my best. Like can I love this man even more? He was just too sweet.I was heading towards the inner room to go get my clothes when the head of the spa handed me a bag and said it was from Richard, and she was gone like a flash. I looked at the corner where she had disappeared, wondering why she had given me a bag.I peered into the bag, and I could see black wrap. I was skeptical about it, but since it was from Richard, I trusted that it would be something good. Today has been full of surprises, and I wonder what he had planned. I went to the changing room and brought out the items from the bag, and my hunch was correct. It was new clothes.I tore the wrapper off the clothes in a hurry, my heart pounding within my ribcage, wondering
A date is exactly what I need now. I can't remember the last time we went on a date. As I tried to think of the last time, I was reminded of the first one we went to. It was unarguably my best date ever; not like I have ever had any before that. But he was a total gentleman there, and it was one of the reasons I started falling for him. I wonder where we will be going this time around. Just the thought of it was making me feel giddy. With our busy schedules, we barely had time for ourselves, so I am willing to take this opportunity and enjoy it to the fullest. We took a quick bath together; Richard wanted us to be out of here before he starts getting calls. Otherwise, we may be unable to go after all. "Where are we going to?" I asked him as we were getting dressed. He had been tight-lipped since, probably not wanting to spill. "I don't know, just get dressed; you will know when we get there." "That is the thing; I don't know what to wear. I need to know exactly where we are going
Richard opened the door, and the stench of alcohol hit me hard. I froze, my sensitive nose wrinkling at the smell of the fermented drink. I glared at him, my mouth pressing into a line. I was pissed at the fact that he left without telling me, making me worried, only to come back drunk. "Take care of him." Someone slurred, and I turned to look at who had brought him; it was his Beta and he also reeked of alcohol. "Ian, wait," but he was already off, staggering to his room while holding the wall for support. I was left alone with Richard, so I moved closer to hold and steady him. He was so drunk that he couldn't stand well. My ear pricked when I heard a loud crash on the floor. "Fucking floor, can you just be straight for a minute?!" He cursed at the ground. I was going to help him up when he called out, "I'm okie dokie; don't worry, Luna." I looked at the corridor, and it seems like he got it under control. He had picked himself up and was staggering back to his room. I shook my h
"What was the meaning of that, eh?" I questioned him as soon as we got back home. "The meaning of what?" He asked, like he didn't know what he just did. The urge to roll my eyes at him was so strong that I had to resist it. "The meaning of what happened back there with Harry." "Oh, that? That was nothing." He replied nonchalantly. "Why did you grip my waist tighter when he was around?" "Do I have any reason not to do so?" He replied offhandedly while unbuttoning his shirt. "You are my mate, and I can do whatever I want with you." "I know, Richard, but that is beside the point. You were trying to rile him and make him feel jealous." I argued further. "And so what if I did? Why does it bother you?" "It doesn't bother me, but you have to take into account that he doesn't have a mate, and you are rubbing that fact in his face." He sighed, pausing what he was doing, "drop it, Isabella; it is beginning to sound like you care about him." "What is that supposed to mean, he is my frie