Two hours to the dinner of doom, and Sandra knocks on my door. I don't need to open the door to know that she's the one.Anyone other than her would just barge into my room like they owned the place. She's the only one who knocks lightly, then waits for my permission to come in.I grant her permission, and she enters the room. She's holding something—a dress. A scowl makes its way over her face as she walks over to me with a small smile playing on her lips."The Alpha wanted you to wear this." She lays the dress on my bed, and I grunt.I scooted over to the end of the bed, where I placed the dress—it's a transparent casing. I can tell that the color is black—Harry's new favorite color, that is.I've never seen him wear anything other than black since I started staying here. I wonder when he adopted that habit. It was probably around the same time he adopted the hobby of killing people for next to no reason.I slide down the zip to reveal the dress. It's a modern gown with shimmering
The closer I get to Harry, the more I'm able to make out the satisfied smirk on his face directed at me."Don't smirk at me." I grunt as I walk up the small steps into the temple.His smirk turns into a full-on grin, and I scowl. He doesn't make any attempt to stand up from the table; he rests his elbows against the table and intertwines his fingers.I drag the only other chair around the table and take a seat."The dress is a perfect fit." He says, and I'm not able to tell whether it is a compliment or a common observation."Don't talk to me." I raise my hand to stop him, and he snorts."Let's eat," he sighs, and I grunt as I turn my attention to the meal.He opens a tray, and the first course is barbecued shrimp. I frown, but I love these. How dare he serve what I love?I start to dig into the food ferociously, not minding his gaze on me. But eventually, I get irritated."What?" I snap at him."Nothing," he shrugs. I narrowed my eyes at his figure.We continue to eat, and all of a s
"One more time, remind me of what we're doing here." I asked Sandra, letting out a tired sigh afterwards."The Alpha wanted you to see how these people work here." She gestures all around us, causing me to frown.I was forced to wake up bright and early this morning and was dragged all the way to the soldier's training yard. Sandra said the newly turned wolves have started training.Now here I am, sitting alongside Sandra, watching teenagers listen to strong-headed adults insult their existence because they can't throw a punch well."Stop tucking your thumbs inside your fists!" One of the trainers yells at the boys, and they flinch. I do as well.Damn, they are not training them for the army. These are just kids."I'd rather do anything, literally anything, than be here," I tell Sandra, and she chuckles. "Well, that's not up to you." She tells me and I groan out in frustration. "Everything about this pack is just so tiring. How can you stand it?" I change the subject as I turn away
As Lauren walks away, Harry comes into view.Really? The day can't get any worse than this.He's wearing black, as always, but he's not dressed formally like he always is. He's wearing a blank tank top with black joggers.I see he's also here for training. His muscles are being flexed as he walks, and his aura is clouding the air. As he passes by people, they bow to him until he gets to Sandra and me.Sandra is respectful of him, so she does the needful. I don't do sh*t. He waits for me to acknowledge him, but instead, I drop down on the bed and fold my arms, pretending to be severely interested in what the youngsters are doing.It takes him a while to realize that I'm playing the ignoring game. But when he does, he clears his throat and dismisses Sandra.Once she's gone, he takes her space on the bench next to me, and I resist the urge to stand up just then and walk back to my room."How are you?" I hear him asking."I was fine before you kidnapped me and blackmailed me to stay in yo
Later that day, when I'm all alone in my room, I start to think.Harry isn't fit to be an alpha. He's cruel, merciless, and unfeeling. He only does things for his own benefit. He doesn't care who he hurts or how he hurts them.He's a terrible person, and he is so unremorseful concerning his actions. He needs to pay for all the things he has done and will continue to do.But I don't know how.I'm not sure what I can do in this situation. All I know is that if Harry continues to lead this pack, he will run it to the ground.That is, if he hasn't already done that.Everyone is scared of him, and they think all that he does is just. How can they even accept all the horrible things he does to them?It's probably because they are already used to it and fear him. But no more.These people should learn that they shouldn't be afraid of Harry. The only thing he has backing him up is his title and his wolf.Without those two things, he is nothing.Wait a second!Without his title and his power,
"But there was something between you guys. Before you left the pack. He was your boyfriend, wasn't he?" One of the students in the class asks.I turn around to face the source of the voice, and I see a scrawny little kid, maybe six or five, with two missing front teeth and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He has the cutest chubby cheeks and the weirdest bow-cut.From just looking at the cute kid, I can tell he's evil."Uh..." I say, at a loss for words.The little kid got me good."Answer the question, Ms. I'm-not-your-Luna. You and Alpha Harry were high school sweethearts, then he ditched you for that witch—""Simon! That's enough!" Denise snaps at the boy, and the other students laugh. The boy—Simon—still looks persistent as he scrunches up his face in feigned innocence."What? I'm just asking the pretty lady some questions." Simon whines, and I snort at 'pretty lady.'This little kid has some rizz. He reminds me of Dylan. My cunning little genius. Nothing gets past that child. It's
The next day, I don't let Sandra come to me first. Instead, I go to find her bright and early in the morning. I'm directed to the workers' quarters.A place I'm all too familiar with. I had lived in this same quarter for eighteen years. And my room was the worst of it. If you could even call the shoebox I lived in a room.Lord, now that I remember all the things I passed through, I can clearly say that they were inhumane. I was just a kid. I didn't deserve all of that.Some of the people I used to know cast me curious glances as I walked through their midst. They're probably wondering what I'm doing back here.In their minds, I have outgrown this place. It's no longer for me; I don't belong here anymore. But some part of me will always belong beneath the surface and on top of the gutters.I ask for directions to Sandra's room from a nearby person, and she points me towards the last door down the hallway.I pick up my pace and go over there. I give a light knock before I hear a small '
Sandra and I go up to the breakfast table. Today, I invite her to eat with me. I think we've now passed the maid and lady stage.I mean, we were just talking about overthrowing her leader. It's safe to say we're now friends. even best friends. The new cook serves up a plate of hot pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup. We dig into the food like animals. Damn, talking does make me hungry.As we eat, I make up my mind to head into Harry's office immediately and have a nice long talk with him. That is, if he'd let me.I haven't spoken to him since that day we had a spat on the training grounds. I still cannot and will never forgive him.He thinks he's been precautious, but he's just being obnoxious. Who the hell kills people before getting information from them?He is hotheaded and unstable. Unfit to govern members of the pack; heck, he can't even govern himself. Every day, I keep wondering what made him like this.It all started after his coronation. The day he officially became an
"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