"No, the moonlight only makes us more agile and active." I say to the kids."Is that why I get so hyper every time it's a full moon?" Daniel asks me, and I laugh."No, honey. You get hyper because you steal soda behind my back. Besides, it only activates after you've turned into a werewolf, and that isn't going to happen for a while." I grab his ears, and he shoves me off."I can't wait to be a werewolf, mummy." Lilah says in excitement, and I smile."Okay okay. That's enough werewolf talk for today. Let's go to bed." I say as I start to pull the blanket over the three of us."You're sleeping here? With us?" Dylan questions me in a suspicious tone, and I narrow my eyes at him."Yeah, is there anything wrong with that?" I ask him, and he shrugs."Not really, but I thought you'd want to stay with Oliver, like you've been doing." Dylan says."Well, I'm not doing it anymore. Besides, I want to spend time with you guys." I ruffled his hair."Mummy, did you have a fight with Oliver?" Lilah
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Someone booms in a pissed-off tone.I immediately jerk away from Harry like I've been bumped by him, and he lets me go."Nothing," I answer Oliver in a high-pitched tone, and he gives me a scrutinising look. He doesn't believe me.Even I don't believe me."Oliver..." Harry trails off, and I see the sharp look Oliver cuts his way before turning his full attention to me."What are you doing here?" He asks as he starts walking into the room."I came to check on this member of my pack." I don't know his name. Oliver notices. "There are other members of your pack who are safe for this one." Oliver grinds out, and I start to feel guilty.He's right. He's annoyingly right. What is wrong with me?"Oliver, she just came to check up on me. There's nothing wrong with that." Harry speaks in my favour, and for once, I wish I could seal his mouth shut.Oliver cuts a look Harry's way. "After what you've done, you don't even deserve anyone checking on you. Least of all, Isl
"Isla..." Sandra turns, and I look up to face her. "Don't tell me that you're falling for Harry all over again." She says in a pleading tone, and I frown."I'm not falling for Harry all over again, but I think that I'm forgiving him." I say, and it's her turn to frown."Isla, he's killed multiple people. And you're just going to forgive him? Just like that." Sandra says in an accusatory tone."At the end of the day, forgiveness is the only way to get to healing. Eventually, you and I will still have to forgive him. He's trying to make amends.”"Only because you told him to!" She interjects, and I take the time to think.She's actually right. If I hadn't told Harry to apologise to people, would he have done it in the first place?He was already apologising to me for what he did before I told him about the punishment. Does that count for anything?I don't even know."That's not the point, but he's still making amends." I stand by my words."Isla, you're not making this easy for yourself
I scream, pushing Harry off me. But immediately after I do so, I realise that it's not Harry at all. Oliver is the one, and Harry was a figment of my imagination."Isla, what's wrong?" Oliver asks me in confusion, and I try to wrap my head around things. He stares at me expectantly, waiting for an answer, but I have none.How can I explain to him that I came to the image of another man instead of him? Worst of all, it's the man that Oliver is so insecure about."Nothing; it's nothing." I say to Oliver in the most unconvincing tone ever, and he stares at me warily."Isla, did I do something wrong? Was I too rough? I'm sorry; forgive me; it wasn't my intention." Oliver says in a desperate tone, and I'm shaking my head as guilt swells up in me.“No, no, no. Don't say that; you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just overwhelmed; that's it. You were perfect. Everything about you is perfect." And that's the problem."Are you sure?" He asks me, and I nod."I'm sure," I say with a smile. "Let's g
HARRYI've done a lot of selfish things, but what I plan to do soon will be the most selfish of them all.I know I said that I'm a changed person, but that only applies to the wrongs against the pack that I have done. Not to Isla.Every single day, I feel my heart close to exploding just because she isn't with me. And the thought of her belonging to my former best friend doesn't sit well with me.I want Isla so bad that it hurts, and I'm willing to do anything and everything for her. And that's why I'm even doing this for her.I'm supposed to be at the infirmary, resting, but I'm sure that's not doing me or anyone else any favours. I have to get back to my list.As I find my way to the home of the next person, people around me sneer and snicker. They're probably happy to see that the man who terrorised them for years is now battered and bruised, unable to defend himself.Who would've thought?I knock on the door of the house, and a man opens it. One that I know well and that used to b
The woman explains to me what Harry did, and to say I'm shocked is an understatement. Harry? The Harry that I know ran into a house on fire and saved a child, risking his own life in the gesture.I can't believe this."Are you sure he's the one?" I can't help but ask the woman, and she nods gingerly."Yes, I'll forever be grateful to him, and right now he's in the infirmary. He inhaled a lot of smoke, and the doctors are treating him." The woman says, and I raise a brow.Why would he do such a thing?I don't allow my mind to linger much on it as the people start coming one by one to cross out their names on the list.By the time they're all finished and leave, I check the list to see that there are exactly sixty-six people remaining.I know that Harry's motives for such an act can't exactly be innocent and nice. I bet it's all a trick. I need to see him.No, Isla. You can't see him.You just made up with Oliver, and if he finds out about this, he won't be happy with the news at all. S
The next day, I was up and ready. I leave Oliver's room before he wakes up. I don't know why, but I feel like it's the right thing to do.I feel awfully guilty for what I did yesterday night, not that he's even aware of it. But that doesn't even make me feel better.I head straight for Sandra and the kids. I see her giving them work to do, and I quickly gesture for her to come with me.She tells the kids to continue doing their work before she heads straight for me as I stand by the door of the room."Good morning, Isla. It's been a minute." I say, and I nod frantically."Yeah yeah. Good morning." I say in an off tone, and she raises a brow at me. Goddess, this woman always knows when something is wrong with me."You know the councillor, right? Lauren's father." I say in hushed whispers, and she nods."Did you know that he has these vivid dreams that come true?" I ask her, and she nods casually."Yeah, everyone knows that." She shrugs, and my jaw drops.No. This is not happening. This
"You, Isla. You." Harry says in a serious tone with his eyes trained on me."You can say that," I say in a whisper as I clutch my chest."I can and I will. I know that you've been avoiding me, but I'm trying. I'm changing. I'm sorry for all that I've done to you, please." He says in a desperate tone, coming closer to me, and I stand up from my chair, moving to the deepest corner of my office so that I can be further away from him."You need to leave right now, Harry." I point out the door, trying to sound firm and strong when there's a tsunami going on inside me."Why?" He asks.Because if you don't leave right now, I might give in to whatever you ask of me, and I can't do that because he's my fiance, and you're the man that my heart keeps calling for, but I can't do anything about it because you've hurt me before, and I'm afraid you'll do it again.I don't dare say all of that to him, though. I just hold my breath and flex my shoulders."Because you're being inappropriate right now,
"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