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,
"And I was, but in a different way." He says, and I raise my brows in confusion."What? What do you mean?" I ask him."You had moved on. You were doing good for yourself. Heck, you're a doctor. That's better than anything else. I was so proud, angry, and jealous at the same time." "I was proud that you had made a name for yourself and that you were doing so well. I was angry; you did all of that without me. I was jealous that while I was thinking of you twenty-four seven, you were out making your name, doing good things." "It hurt me so much, and I wanted to hurt you. I didn't understand how you could move on so fast and happily while I was and still am hung up on you.""As you came back to the pack, I realised that you were an entirely different person. You weren't the soft, docile Isla I used to know. You became strong, independent, and bold.""I still don't know which version of you I love best; maybe both, but that's not the matter here. You could take care of yourself, and that
"What the hell?!" The question spins in the air, jerking me into alertness, and I quickly peel myself off of Harry.Thankfully, it's not Oliver; it's Sandra.Why am I thankful that it's not Oliver? What is wrong with me?"What is going on here?" Sandra demands, and suddenly I've run out of words. I can't speak. The situation seems different for Harry because he takes a step forward and starts to speak."Isla was having a panic attack, and I was calming her down." Harry explains in a chill voice.He's telling the truth, though, so why do I feel like he's not and we were doing a bad thing? I don't know. All my emotions are just jumbled up all over the place."When did Isla start having panic attacks?" Sandra asks in a concerning voice as she stalks closer to me and rests her fingers on my shoulders, threading them and calming me even more."Right now, apparently. I think you should take her to see the pack doctor." Harry suggests to Sandra, and she's nodding her head.“Do you want me to
"What do you mean by run?" I ask him, sniffling in between as I disentangle from him."Exactly that. Since we've both gotten our wolves back, I say we run together. Hunt together, even. Spend the night together. What do you say?" He asks me in an excited tone, and I see how his eyes are bright and wide.He really wants to do this with me. "Of course," I cheer, and he smiles. "What time?" I ask."Six-ish. I'll come here to get you." He says, and I nod. "I promise, you're going to love it." He says in a reassuring tone, and I believe him."I love everything that has to do with you." I tell him honestly, and the smile on his face increases."Are you okay? I mean, are you good now?" He asks, referring to how I was just bawling my eyes out a few seconds ago.“Yeah, yeah, I'm totally fine. Maybe all I needed was your presence." I tell him, bumping shoulders with him playfully."You know, I was kind of having an off day; that's why I headed here. I feel better now, thank you." Oliver says to
I'm a terrible person. How dare I? What is wrong with me? What is so desperately wrong with me?I slept in the arms of another man when I was engaged to another. Harry and I fell asleep on the floor of my room last night with my head on his chest, his hand on my back, and each of our free hands clasped together.I believe I was foolish enough to do such a thing. I immediately untangled myself from him and stood up. As I do so, he jerks awake with his dishevelled hair standing every which way and an aloof expression on his face."You need to get out. Now." I say in a no-nonsense tone, and his brows crease as he stands up from the ground."Good morning," he rasps in a husky voice. I fold my arms and tap on the floor with one of my feet insistently."Don't make me repeat myself again. You need to leave right now." I put on a firm look, and he nods his head, realising that he should stay in his lane."I hope you feel better than you did last night. And always remember that you're loved."
The whole earth comes to a standstill after Oliver says those four deadly words. They are deadly because they make me feel like dying. I die after he says those words."W-what?" Is the only thing that my mouth is able to form."Since we got back here, the connection with my wolf was getting stronger, but I hadn't fully gotten it back. After last night's run, I fully changed into my wolf form and connected with it. It wasn't long before I discovered who my true mate was," Oliver explains to me softly, and I nod."Who is she?" I ask in a whisper, and he makes a pained expression."Isla—""Please, just tell me. Who is she?" I urge him, and his expression changes to one of guilt."Do I know her?" Realisation slams through me.What if I know the person? What then? I can't believe how selfish and stupid I've been all along."It's Sandra." Oliver drops the bomb, and I freeze.Sandra. Sandra. Sandra.Sandra is my best friend. Sandra is the person who's always ready to give me advice. Sandra i
"Harry, just drink it," I whine, stomping my feet on the ground, and he pouts."It looks and smells bitter. I'm not interested." Harry crosses one arm over the other and huffs. I'm tempted to face-palm myself because of his childishness, but I stop myself, groaning loudly."Harry, you need this. Do you or do you not want your wolf back?" I ask him, placing the cup in front of his face."Of course I want my wolf back. I just don't want to drink anything bitter," he says, turning his face away from the cup, and I sigh.It's like I have four kids now. After that night that Oliver forced Harry and I into make-up, everything has been going perfectly between us.I gave back the throne to Harry, and he became the alpha while I became the Luna, and Oliver stayed as the beta. Soon after, Oliver told me to give Harry his wolf because he had regained his position and proved himself.The only problem is that the only cure for thallium is Prussian blue, which is the hardest thing to come across. I