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
I've thought of the idea for a while now, and I'm sure of it. I'm going to bring my kids to this pack. But I'm not sure I can trust anyone with their existence.I mean, they are Harry's blood; one look at them and a person will be able to trace their parental line. If I bring them here, it'll have to be a secret. No one can know.But Sandra.I have to tell her about them. She's my closest friend, and she's one of the biggest reasons why I was able to overthrow Harry.She helped me so much that the least I can do is reveal this part of myself to her.During the coronation ceremony tonight, I'll tell her. I'll tell her everything there is to know because I trust her.For the rest of the day, I visit different divisions of the pack and pay my respects to them, side by side with Oliver.The funny thing is that, though they are all aware of the real reason why he left, no one accuses him of anything. They treat him like he's always around.They're too welcoming. It makes me feel a bit of s
"What were you two talking about?" My tone is sharp and suspicious. Sandra starts to fiddle with her fingers as her gaze drops to the ground. Oliver is the one to speak first. "Nothing all that important." He speaks for the both of them, and I raise a brow. "Really?" I inquire in an unbelieving tone, and he nods his head. "Yes. You shouldn't really bother yourself with it." He smiles, and I stare at him for a while. I search his figure for anything odd or suspicious, but he gives off nothing. I think I'm crazy; I'm starting to see things. What exactly did I see? Nothing. They were just talking, and now I'm interrogating them like I caught them tangled up under sheets. Something must be wrong with me. I let out a heavy sigh and shake my head as a smile forms on my features. "Okay then," I chirp, and I don't miss the relieved sigh that Sandra lets out. Oliver turns around to pop someth
I've been waiting anxiously for the past few hours. Technically, since Oliver left the pack to retrieve my kids, I haven't had the guts to leave my office all day.I don't know why I'm anxious. They're my children; I shouldn't be so nervous.But what if they hate me? What if they're mad at me for not being with them for so long? I know Dylan; surely he's going to be pissed as hell about it.And what if they hate me for telling the truth about who they are? Surely that'll top the cake. I've been hiding them from their destiny all their lives.What could be worse than that?I need air. The office is getting suffocating all of a sudden. I stand up from my chair and start to head outside.I'm nowhere near my room when I spot Councillor Will coming straight towards me. I straighten my back and clear my throat.I look like the Alpha that I am.He motivates me and smiles from afar. Once he gets closer, he takes a small bow, and I nod my head."Good morning, Councillor," I greet him respectfu
"What? What are you talking about? What did I lie about?" I ask all in one breath, and they huff.Dylan, their representative, comes forward as a bridge between me and his siblings."For one, you weren't out of the country saving kids. I know the truth. This place isn't a hospital. Secondly, you lied about who we are. Oliver said, This is our home.""So didn't we live here before? You were so tired of us that you came to live here all by yourself, and when you got bored, you made Oliver come get us. I don't like you, mummy." Dylan accuses me.My first thought is to burst into a fit of laughter, but I don't do that. If I do, it'll piss them off more. So I swallowed all the humour in my throat and put a solemn look on my face."You got it all wrong. The first reason I came here was to help someone I knew. He was like a father to me, and he was sick. Now that he's gotten better, that's why I got Oliver to bring you guys here.""The illness was contagious, and I didn't want you guys to ge