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
I've been sensing my wolf for a while now, but I'm not sure she's entirely back. But her presence is enough to show these kids who's boss.I don't need to do much. They look at me expectantly as I call for my wolf. And when I say call, I mean summon for a flash of a second.I'm sure my eyes changed colour because I saw things differently a second ago. I raise up one of my hands in midair to see the fur already sticking out with the skin, battling to come out.I hear the kids horrified gasps, and I decide that they've seen enough.I push back my wolf and close my eyes as I struggle to regain full control of myself. It takes me a few seconds, but once I do, the triplets stare at me like I'm otherworldly."Mummy, you just—your eyes, your hand. You, you, would you look at that?” For the first time ever, Dylan is actually speechless.I can't believe it.If this is what it takes to shut these children up, then I should've told them this years ago."Your eyes were like gold, and you turned a
"I'm sorry." Harry says in a soft voice, and I stumble back at the suddenness.He stands up from the bed to level with me—more like tower over me, but you get the point."What did you say?" I asked to confirm if I heard the correct thing."I said I'm sorry. I know that I did a lot of wrongs towards you. A whole lot, and I, I... regret them." He struggles to speak, and I start shaking my head, not believing the words that I'm hearing.He's apologising to me?That doesn't sound right. Perhaps I've fallen into an alternative universe because this moment cannot be real, and Harry cannot be the one standing in front of me and apologising for what he's done."Being an alpha comes with a target point pinned to your back. I found that hard the way," he says, struggling to speak, like he's forcing the words to come out of his mouth."What? What are you saying?" I try to wrap my head around this entire situation, but it's not working out."I'm saying that I'm sorry. I'm saying that I shouldn't
It's good that he accepted so quickly. He knows that I'm being too lenient with him. "I'll try my best." He forces it out of his mouth, and I nod. "Your best better be enough because if it's not, the beheading option is still on the table." I say with a sweet smile, and he grimaces. "I'll take my leave now," I say after a while, clearing my throat. Harry nods at me, and I give him a tight-lipped smile before walking out on him. Once I take a step out of the room, I let out a deep breath and clutch my chest. I feel tears swelling up in my eyes, but I choke back on them. I can't let the guards see me like this. I compose myself and take fast steps to my office. I hold myself so I won't shatter in front of any of the pack members. When I get to my office, I slam the door shut and let out all the tears I've been holding back. I cry for coming back to this pack; I cry for being something I'm not; I cry for p
After the day is over, I retreat back to my quarters to see Oliver already in bed, waiting for me. He's bare-chested with boxer briefs on.I smile at the sight as I kick off my shoes."My alpha fiancée," he teases me, and I smile. I haven't seen him all day, so hearing his voice alone does things to me.I take off all my clothes until I am in my underwear, then I cannonball into bed."Someone is in a hurry today," he remarks as I climb on top of him, straddling him."I missed you," I say as I place a chaste kiss on his lips."I missed you too." He says this as he deepens the kiss and places his hands on my waist.I start to remove the strands of my bra to free myself as he starts to speak."I heard you talked to Harry today about his punishment." He says as he kisses my jawline down to my neck."Yes, he's on board with it. He's giving me a list tomorrow as he starts his punishment." I say as my bra fully comes out, springing my breasts free. Oliver uses one of his hands to pinch my ni
"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