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
"Is she the one you're fucking?" Harry asks in a pissed-off tone, and for the first time in weeks, I'm speechless.What the actual fuck?He thinks I'm sleeping with Denise. What? Why? I'm so confused. Is it because I've been blowing him off by adding her to my list?This is just downright outrageous. Harry is insane. He is definitely insane. There's no way he's thinking straight right now."It's true, isn't it?" He sneers, and my mouth opens up to speak and then closes. It opens up and closes. It repeats the same procedures twice.I am so lost right now."She's the one you're always sneaking off to meet, isn't she? She's the one you were with that night, right? You're in love with her, aren't you?" Harry keeps poking my shoulder as he asks me questions, and I'm unable to answer him because I am so stunned."That's not true. Isla and I are just friends. I swear." Denise defends herself in a desperate tone, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around Harry's theory."If you speak to me
I started to giggle maniacally. It takes me a few minutes to get myself under control. Once I do, I stand back on my feet. I walk over to the small desk by Harry's table and serve myself a glass of water.After taking two gulps, I decide I'm satisfied. I walk over to Harry's window to scope out what is happening outside.It's easy to tell which men are Harry's and which are Oliver's. The former are the ones losing. That's mainly because they've not been training strategically for battle. They've been trained for brutality.And that isn't going to help them in this fight.I use my eyes to search for Oliver, but I can't find him anywhere. He won't be able to get to me, so I have to find a way to get to him.I turn to look at the door, but it's locked. And it's made of the best mahogany wood; I know I'm not getting out of here through it.I turn my attention back to the window. It's made of thick glass. I jam my hands against it, but it doesn't budge; it only brings an excruciating amoun