"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
Harry looks beyond angry as his eyes dart from Oliver to me."You're in no position to threaten us." Oliver puffs out his chest as he pulls out a gun.Harry laughs as he stares at Oliver. It's not amused laughter; it's one filled with bitterness and pain."Put that thing away; let's settle this the way we used to when we were kids." Harry suggests it, and I frown."I'm not fighting you." Oliver is quick to reject the offer."You've grown soft, Oliver. And that's why destroying you would be so satisfactory to me." He lunges for Oliver, who later dodges, moving to the other side, causing Harry to bump into his own desk.If Harry was angry before, he's livid now."I'll make you regret ever betraying me." Harry grinds out Oliver."Oliver! Let's get out of here!" I say with urgency as I rush for the door and open it.I start to run, and Oliver is hot on my tail with Harry behind us. Harry is growling and howling all over the place. Letting out snippets of what he's going to do when he catc
There's something stilling about time as Oliver and I watch Harry as his wolf sheds its fur and he starts to turn human again.There's no breaking of bones in the procedure of him changing back to human again. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen. Like his wolf is being caged outside of his body.Once it's done, on the ground lies a naked and helpless Harry, who seems to be unconscious as his back bleeds from the spot where I shot him.A pang of guilt strikes my heart, and one part of me gets all sympathetic. The other side of me stands strong and convinces the sympathetic side of me that it has to be done.Yes, it had to be done. There was no other way. J tried, but he didn't listen. I did a good thing.As I encourage myself in my mind, Oliver drapes his arm around me and pulls me closer to his chest to snuggle in with him. I don't fight it.I let myself go into his embrace. But not fully; I'm still holding the cold metal weapon in my hands that's weighing me down.Oliver doesn't
The knock on the door is enough to kill the entire mood, causing me to frown as Oliver rolls away from me.I scowl as I stand up from the bed and go over to open the door. It's no surprise that it's Sandra. And she doesn't wait for me to say anything before she throws her arms around me and hugs me tight."Isla, you did it!" She cheers, and I can't help but contort my frown into a small smile."I couldn't have done it without your help," I whisper to her side, and she disentangles from me, slapping me on my shoulders.“Oh, stop it; stop being modest. You low, they're calling you the great alpha slayer." She laughs as she speaks, and I can't help but join her."By the way, where is that fiance of yours?" She asks as she pushes past me and heads straight into the room. I turn around as well."He-ahh!" She screams before covering her eyes. I see that Oliver is still without his shirt on.I throw him a look, and he gives me a clueless shrug. "Take your shirt and go!" I tell him, and his 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