"Isla, you look so pretty.” Sandra says to me, and I look at myself through the mirror.I do look pretty. I look beyond pretty. My cheeks look higher than they've ever looked before, and where my freckles are supposed to be, they seem spotless. I'm glowing; my hair is glowing; my aura is glowing. Every single thing about me is literally glowing.Why wouldn't they? It's my wedding day.Yes, Harry and I are finally getting married. We can’t keep living as co-parents and mates for the rest of our lives. We have to get her married. It took us three years to finally agree to it.Sandra and Denise are here in the room, helping me get ready. I was very much against the idea, but the two paid me no mind as they made up some speech about best friends always being there for each other and whatnot. stuff like that.Now they have to deal with my moodiness and awkwardness. I effing love them so much. "Thank you. I really appreciate this.” I say to the two of them in a very honest tone. They manage
"The rest of our lives start now," Harry says to me with a smile, and I mirror his expression.After all our years of being together, it's finally happening. We graduate from high school today, and this is where our real journey starts.Everyone around us is engaged in conversations of their own, leaving Harry and I in our own world. It's always been this way, ever since we were kids.Even though the differences in our ranks are far apart, we couldn't care less about them. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. Though I can't really pinpoint the exact time when that friendship turned into something more, but I can say that I love it.Harry's coronation into the Alpha position takes place tonight. His father, Alpha Smith, decided that it was high time for Harry to take his position now that he was a grown man.I just can't wait. After Harry becomes Alpha, everything will be settled."Yes, you're right." I tell him as I link our fingers together.Nothing can ruin this for us.
It's been two days since the crowning ceremony, and I haven't seen Harry—I mean Alpha Harry. Though I'm constantly hearing about him.It seems like he has been taking on his Alpha responsibilities very well. Too well, in fact. According to random gossip in the pack, he has been very busy yelling at patrol guards and brutally sparring with fellow pack members. Maybe that's why he hasn't had the time to see me.All is forgiven and forgotten about what happened during his crowning ceremony. Maybe he was just having an off day; that's why he spoke rudely. Harry—Alpha Harry isn't a bad person. Which is why I am standing in front of his office door, about to knock and enter.I just need to gather my thoughts first and rehearse what I'm going to say: "Good day, Alpha Harry. I'm just here to check up on you. It's been a while, and I've heard you've been fitting into your new role perfectly.”Good, good, that was perfect. After that, a conversation will start, and we'll be back to normal.I ra
The pack house has never been so unpleasant to live in, up until these few days. After Alpha Harry discovered that Lauren—Luna Lauren—was his mate, they mated immediately, with Luna Lauren getting full rights to her position.But Luna Lauren finds tormenting me more useful to her time than her Luna duties. Which is why, she has turned me into her personal rag. And the worst part of it all is that Alpha Harry is always on her side. Sometimes, he even goes the extra mile to punish me whenever I find it hard to carry out his mate's impossible tasks. I knew things would change after he became Alpha of the pack, but I didn't know that he would change along with things.I miss the old Harry. The nice one, the caring one, the one that stood up for me through all things, not the current Harry. This cruel being he's made himself to be, a leader that rules with an iron fist and a caged heart. Things weren't supposed to be like this."Why are you just coming in now?" Luna Lauren asks me as I wa
"Let's say I actually agree to go along with your plan to leave the human world; what then? Do you think Alpha Harry would let me? He wouldn't; he would find me and make me regret it." I say this in a panicked tone to Oliver."I wouldn't let that happen," he says. "I'll protect you, no matter what. I wouldn't let Harry or anyone else hurt you. I promise.""What if someone catches us when we're about to leave?" I ask. "Even if that happens, I'll come up with a believable excuse. Everything will be fine. Please, just trust me." Oliver assures me. "I hope you aren't lying to me. I hope this isn't just some plan that the Alpha had you—“"It's not. It's nothing like that. I promise.” He cut me off. “Just come with me, and I promise you'll live a happy life.""Okay then," I reply, hoping that he isn’t trying to trick me.***"You're ready for this, right?" Oliver asks me as we set out for the human lands."Yes," I reply.Oliver and I start the journey, using flashlights to see because it'
Oliver and I cross into the human world looking tattered and in shambles. We start walking down the road, hoping to find any form of help since we're clueless about how people live here.Back in the pack, we had a community. Everyone knew who they were and who their children were going to be. But I'm sure humans live differently from us. I just wonder how different.All my hands and feet hurt, and I'm still traumatized from what just happened minutes ago. I try not to seem bothered by it all, but of course Oliver notices."Isla..." He trails off after calling my name."Yes?" I try to stabilize my voice, but it comes out as shaky as ever. A clear proof of how shaken I am by what we experienced and what we will soon experience."Are you okay?" He asks in the softest tone, and I take in his features. There's nothing angular or sharp about them, nothing like Harry's.Even thinking of his name makes me angry and sad at the same time. I push the thoughts of him out of my head and focus on O
I puke out my guts in the toilet, and I can tell that Oliver is worried about me as he has been coming from time to time to check up on me.This is the fourth time today that I've thrown up. It all started a few days ago, when we first got to the human lands. I initially thought that it was just my body that had problems adapting to the new environment. But now I'm not so sure. I'm sick. Dreadfully, terribly sick.I flush down the toilet and carry my body up. I rinse my mouth using the sink's tap water before turning to the mirror to face my reflection. I look so different.Oliver and I went shopping the other day and bought new clothes. I've been eating more regularly now, unlike before in the pack when Luna Lauren used to starve me.Dare I say I'm looking healthier now? But that can't be possible; I'm sick. Sick people don't look plump and lively. I'll have to go to the hospital tomorrow.I come out of the bathroom and walk over to the living room of the apartment that Oliver got
The paper in my hand starts to shake because of how unstable my hands have suddenly become."Doctor, please, this can't be right," I say, trying to make sense of the situation."Ms. Amory, it is. We ran the tests. You are pregnant." She emphasizes each word, and I start to shake my head as my vision clouds with tears."It can't be. I can't be pregnant. It's just food poisoning. It's supposed to be just food poisoning. I can't have a baby." I start to talk like a crazy person, and the doctor gives me a scrutinizing gaze."Do you know who the father of the baby is?" She asks in hushed whispers, and I manage to nod without crying yet."I suggest you tell him already. You are already four weeks along." She folds her arms, and I choke back a sob."I can't. I can't tell him." I stutter as I slam the results against her desk."Ms. Amory, this is a very delicate situation. The father of the child is supposed to know he is expecting a child. Withholding such information could be interpreted as
"Isla, you look so pretty.” Sandra says to me, and I look at myself through the mirror.I do look pretty. I look beyond pretty. My cheeks look higher than they've ever looked before, and where my freckles are supposed to be, they seem spotless. I'm glowing; my hair is glowing; my aura is glowing. Every single thing about me is literally glowing.Why wouldn't they? It's my wedding day.Yes, Harry and I are finally getting married. We can’t keep living as co-parents and mates for the rest of our lives. We have to get her married. It took us three years to finally agree to it.Sandra and Denise are here in the room, helping me get ready. I was very much against the idea, but the two paid me no mind as they made up some speech about best friends always being there for each other and whatnot. stuff like that.Now they have to deal with my moodiness and awkwardness. I effing love them so much. "Thank you. I really appreciate this.” I say to the two of them in a very honest tone. They manage
"What do you mean by what? You guys want a day off, but we can't get any time off? That sounds awfully unfair.” Oliver crosses one arm over the other, and I huff."It's not unfair. We're girls, and we need breaks.” I stomped my leg on the ground."Oh wow. What a theory! So boys don't need breaks, right? That's what you're trying to say?” Harry speaks up, and I nod."Exactly!" My girls exclaim at the same time, and I nod my head."Well, I'm the alpha, and I decide what's what.” Harry says, and the boys hoot and holler in his favor. Lilah rolls her eyes, crossing over to where me and the other women are standing."Boys drool, and girls are cool.” She says in a pouty voice. Dylan laughs at her face."Sure. Like you're not the one drooling right now.” He says, and Lilah's palm instantly finds her mouth as she checks for drool. She doesn't find any. What she does find is a squad of men laughing at the obvious prank.Her eyes narrow into slits as she folds her arms together. "You're going t
Everyone is excited. Harry, being the person that he is, never thought to replace the once-councillors that he had slain for some kind of reason.I'm Luna, and even though I love Harry and his weird methods of doing things, I can't let things go like that. So that is why I suggested we form a new council.We can't keep ruling on our own. We need a council. Harry always seems to think the opposite of what I'm thinking. He prefers it this way. Says there is a lesser chance of getting betrayed by another council member if there are no more council members.incredible flawed logic, but I love the man anyway.Everyone is gathered in the courtyard, and they are all aware of what's going to happen today. Harry makes a show to attend at the last minute with a frown on his face to show how much he doesn't appreciate this.Yet he finds his way to me and settles down in the throne-like chair next to me. "Hi," I mutter to him, and he grumbles under his breath.“Hey.”After that, the ceremony comm
"I want to do it again.” Harry says in an awfully serious voice, and my jaw drops."Wh-what?" That was not what I was expecting him to say. Not what I was expecting him to say at all.He wants to kiss me again. I thought he would say something like, ‘It was a mistake, and we shouldn't try it again.’"Isla, let's make this easier for ourselves. Let me kiss you, please.” He says in a desperate tone as he cocks his head to one side and leans down."But you're mad at me," I whisper against his lips. He's literally the one always glaring at me through the hallway with piercing eyes, as though he wants to kill me or get rid of me entirely.I'm still not sure what provoked the bathroom incident, but I'm sure as hell that he can't be serious about kissing me again. Right? He can't be. "Can't I be mad at you and still want to fuck you senseless?" My breath hitches as words refuse to come out of my mouth in that second. Even if any word were to escape from my mouth, it would probably sound lik
Everyone turns to face the loud interruption. We see Sir Smith with an amused expression on his face, contrasting with the assertive tone that he used seconds ago."What is it, dad? Harry asks his father in a harsh tone. I notice how detached he's been from Sir Smith all throughout dinner. Like he's repulsed.I don't think it was the embarrassing tales or condescending remarks that Harry got from his father tonight that caused him to act so hostile towards him. I think it's because of the thing with Jeremy.One thing I know about Harry is that it's incredibly hard for him to go past things, especially lies and betrayal. I know that firsthand since I'm not really sure he's forgiven me. He loves me; of course, I know that.But the matter is trust; will you be able to trust me again? And has he forgiven me for breaking his trust? Probably not, or maybe. I'm not sure.And Sir Smith lied to Harry for years, looking at him face-to-face and still continuing to lie to him. Harry thought his b
By the time Harry and I finish our illicit deeds and head back to the dining table, I can tell that everyone knows what happened inside the bathroom. More like what didn't happen.We only kissed before we broke apart, and I helped him wipe dry his pants, and we both left the bathroom. I wished that something more would happen, but then again, I'm also afraid that I won't be able to handle it.Does that make sense? I bet it doesn't, but that's actually the reality.We settle down once again, and I dish out the desert for everyone, mostly for Harry because he didn't get to finish his meal because of the water incident. Remember that?"So..." Sir Smith continues in an awkward tone, and I thin my lips into a firm line. This man is as much a rascal as Dylan is. "Lilah here was telling me about how you almost beat up a six-year-old kid." He refers to Harry, and I stiffle with laughter.Harry grimaces. "The little fucker had the guts to kiss my girl." Harry defends himself in a gruff tone, a
This. This is what I've been afraid of for so damn long. This anger of his. He can be calm and laughing and all jokes one second, but the next, he turns into a beast. His wolf pull is so strong since he's an alpha.Even more so than Sir Smith. He's never been able to control it, and half the time, his wolf makes his decisions for him. That's why I'm so scared of how he'll be with the kids.He could lose control of one of them one day and... I don't even want to think that far, but I know that it's inevitable. These kids can make someone pull their hair out of their head.A person has to have real patience when dealing with them, or else things could really go to shreds. I don't want my kids to get mauled by their father. I don't think any sane person would ever want that.Time stills as Harry's amber eyes glow. I'm not sure the kids understand what's happening. They think that the show of eyes is cool because the three of them are fawning over it.Only we, the adults, know what's trul
Harry is here. At my family dinner. Why is Harry here? And why is he all dressed up? Like his father, he's also dressed in a suit, but it's a bit more subtle and doesn't give off show-off vibes. A suit is still a suit.Dylan leaves me and runs to his father, just like Lilah and Daniel. Harry crouches down to their level to speak with them."Daddy! You're here!" Lilah says in excitement, and I roll my eyes. When did he become their dad? And why am I so jealous of the relationship that he's formed with them in such a short time?"Of course, your mom invited me." Harry answers, and Dylan whispers something inside his ears. Harry laughs a bit, then goes to fetch something from inside his pocket.A wallet? He carries out his wallet and hands them cash. My jaw dropped wide at the scene before. Dylan! He's behind this."Hey! Return the money back, you naughty kids!" I yell at them, and guilty expressions form on their faces. I snap my fingers, "Now!" I bark.The three kids turn to Harry with
I make my way to see Sir Smith. Over the last few weeks, I've been visiting him constantly, and he's gotten better. Way better, but lately, whenever I see him, I'm reminded of what he did to Jeremy.I admit that he made a mistake—a misjudgement of character. If only he had listened to his son and acted on his fears, then maybe some things would have turned out differently. But instead, the second he found out his son was having fears and opinions, he boxed him up and sent him to the first rehabilitation centre that came calling.Because of that, there's a certain grudge I hold against the man, though the one I hold against myself is bigger. Now, with the threats eliminated, I didn't think there was any reason to have Sir Smith's door guarded 24 hours a day, seven days a week.Now, the man is as free as a bird, and sometimes he takes walks around the hallway with no one to force him back to his room for rest. I step into the room, and I see that he's just making his way out of the toil