Days have passed, and the feast is happening tomorrow night. To say that I'm excited for it would be an understatement.I'm not excited for the feast on its own, but for what is going to go down in it. I'm excited to finally see Oliver after what seems like months.Would he miss me? Of course he would; he's Oliver.I've been thinking of different scenarios in my head constantly. Would he like my dress? Would he kiss me? Would he go along with my plan?There are just so many things that could happen, and I can't wait for them to happen.But for the present, I feel like taking a break. So instead of spending my entire day in my room wallowing in loneliness and hating Harry, I've decided to visit the kids again.Yes, yes. I'm going to visit Denise and her fun class with Sandra accompanying me again.She was so on board with me when I told her I wanted to go there again. I guess that's a good thing, right?"Do you think I'm pushing it?" I ask Sandra as we walk past the courtyard. She scru
"What is going on here?" Harry's voice booms all over the area, and everyone disbands, going back to where they were before.Even the children are scared of Harry. Damn.I'm the only one still standing where I originally stood. Harry eyes me, and I narrow my eyes to slits as I stare right back at him.His eyes casually stroll to Simon, and the kid breaks a sweat as he immediately turns over his paper, hiding the drawing of Harry.Unfortunately, this makes Harry suspicious, as he starts strolling over to where I'm standing.Dang it!The kid has gone still, and the surrounding air becomes tense. I swear only a knife could cut through the increasing tension in the air.Once Harry gets to us, he crouches down to Simon's level."Good day, Alpha," the boy greets him in a cautious and frightened tone.Harry ignores the boy's greeting, and his eyes move to his paper. From this side, it's obvious there's something on the other side of the paper.Harry then turns back to the boy with an icy loo
ISLAThe day is finally here. What I've been looking forward to all week. I'll finally get to see Oliver today after such a long time. I just can't wait.As I put on my dress, a sense of pride washes through me. My black and gold dress is the perfect look for me, with little sequins running down the length from my knees.The top of the dress is sheer and has a heart-shaped neckline. Then there are shimmering gold sparkles all over the dress. I pair it with black heels, and I wear my hair down, leaving it in its natural wavy nature.My makeup is light, but my lips draw attention because of the dark wine-colored lipstick worn on them. I don't bother with jewelry; I already look eye-catching.Sandra isn't with me because she herself is getting ready for the feast; yes, she got an invitation. Which is a smart move on Harry's part. He clearly knows that without her around, I wouldn't even bother leaving my room.As I walk out of my room and over to the ballroom, where the feast is taking p
This is bad. This is bad. This is beyond bad.How much did Harry hear? I mean, he couldn't have heard that munch, right? And we didn't even say anything awfully descriptive. That's good. I'd be able to change the context of everything if he asked. "What are you doing here? I mean, next to us, here here." I internally face-palmed myself for sounding so guilty and suspicious.Harry eyes me warily for a few seconds, then heaves a sigh. "I wanted to ask you to dance with me." He clears his throat, and my face scrunches up in confusion as I veer back."What?" My tone is sharp and precise."You heard what I said." His voice drips arrogance and impatience, causing me to frown and fold my arms."Well, I don't want to dance with you." I huff, and his nose flares up."Why not?" He growls, and I'm tempted to growl right back at him.Who does he think he is? Coming over here to command me to dance with him. Harry is highly delusional; I can see that now."I don't dance with asshole alphas." I ja
"Isla..." The figure says it, and my heart melts. I'd be able to recognize that voice anywhere."O-Oliver," my voice breaks as I speak. He walks closer to me, and I'm able to make out his features.As he walks towards me, my legs do the same for him. Once we get to each other, he wraps me in a hug, and I lose myself in him."I missed you so much." I murmur as I inhale his scent."I've missed you more, my love." My heart bursts, and we stay in that position for a while.I hold him, and he holds me, like we're the only ones that matter. Because we are. I see him, he sees me, and we're together now.I don't know when I start to sniffle, and Oliver disentangles from me."My love, please don't cry," he pleads with me in a soft voice as he uses his thumb to wipe the tear stain on my cheeks."I just missed you. I missed you so much." I say as it finally sinks down into me.No matter how I've been holding myself up ever since I came, I really missed my family. And seeing Oliver here, a lot of
"They know." Sandra rasps, and I scrunch my eyebrows."Who are they? And what do they know?" I inquire impatiently, and she starts to shake her head. "Come in." I tell her, widening the open door so that she can enter my room.When she does, I lock my door and turn to her. She stands in the center of my room with a helpless look on her face."I don't know how, but they found out that someone breached the borders." She rants in a panicked tone, and my being freezes.Oh my gosh. Oliver."Wait a second, Sandra. What are you trying to say? They saw him leave. Please, just explain to me." I know I sound hysterical, but I can't help myself."I'm not sure. The Alpha was about to make an announcement when someone interrupted him. After you left, that is, one of the guards came in to tell him that their security had been breached.""The pack is under lockdown now. Every person's room is searched. The Alpha wants to know who is harboring a trespasser. Also, he sent wolves beyond the pack to sea
"So why is your scent the only thing clouding the borders?" Harry asks in a serious tone as he leans forward in his chair.I knew it. I knew something wasn't right."What do you mean? I don't understand." I try to make sense of the situation, but I can't."Oh, don't play dumb with me, Isla." He drawls in an agitated tone."I know for certain that you're incredibly weak to perform spells that could make you be in two different places at the same time. That could've been the only logical explanation, but it can't be. And you're not a witch.""So tell me. You were in your room all night, so how and why is your scent clouding my borders?" Harry stands up from the chair."Are you sure that it's my scent?" I ask. "Don't give me that bullshit. I checked myself." He snaps, waving me off, and I start to fiddle with my fingers."Why is your scent all over my borders?" He asks again, but this time he does it slowly, emphasizing each word.I take a deep breath and flex my shoulders, trying to ea
Things in the pack have been quiet. Awfully quiet. Like the eye to the storm. That gentle peace before a tsunami wraps around everything.I'm the tsunami.But these people don't know it. Especially this one.As I continue to feed Harry's father, he stares at me in adoration. Like I'm doing the nicest thing known to man.Once I help him finish his plate, I adjust his position on the bed. He coughs a bit after taking a few gulps of water from the glass I hand him.As soon as he is done, he looks like he is in the mood for a chat, so I stay back instead of leaving right away."Thank you so much." The man appreciates me as he runs out of breath."It's fine." I tell him in a genuine tone because it actually is.I like helping him, even though his only child is the bane of my existence. The man shakes his head, like he wants to say more, and I let him."A lot of people won't do what you're doing for me. Coming here, helping me, feeding me Honestly, you're the one person in this pack, safe f
"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