"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
Harry's wolf and mine run for hours, playing with each other and occasionally rubbing against one another in full happiness.It's miles different from what happened when I ran with Oliver. My wolf is totally comfortable with Harry's, and vice versa. We can even say that they are overly smitten with each other.Exactly the way it should be.It's not until it gets to the break of dawn that Harry mindlinks me and tells me that we should go back to the pack house.My wolf is sad about that, but she knows it's for the best. My wolf is smaller in comparison to Harry's, so when we run, he's more than twenty paces in front.But this time, as we return to the pack house, Harry decides to run slower so that my wolf can keep up with him. This makes my wolf extremely happy.When we get back to the middle of the forest, where our clothes are, we change back into humans. It's no surprise when I see that Harry and I look like we both fell into the mud and rubbed ourselves all over it since we ran an
HARRYI never thought that I'd ever be this happy in my life. Everything is exactly as it should be. Isla is by my side for good this time, and nothing or no one is going to change that.I haven't gotten any threatening messages since I became Alpha again, so that's good. Right now, I'm planning a surprise for Isla.There's a particular burger that she likes from the human lands, so I visited the shop to get it for her. She's going to be so happy.As I cross through the borders, making my way for the packing house, I hear shuffling a few feet away. I get alert in a split second.I put on a fighting stance as I started to walk to the source of the sound. Offence is the best defence, and as I'm about to lurch myself into the unknown, the unknown beats me to it.And it's not an unknown profile. It's... Lauren?What is she doing out here? I compose myself and put on an impassive expression."What are you doing so far away from the pack?" I ask in a firm tone, and she moves closer to me, s