"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
LAURENI hate Harry. I hate Harry. I hate Harry. I hate him. But who do I hate more? Isla! She's the cause of everything.If she had just stayed in the stupid human lands and never returned, I would've been able to wear down Harry and make him forgive me.But she stood in the way of everything else. She is the bane of my existence, and I wish her a fate even worse than death.She ruined my life. Absolutely ruined it and has never even apologised for it. I hate her beyond words. And I'll have my revenge. I must have my revenge.And I know just the person to meet. Daddy! He'll help me. He's so smart, and he always knows what to do. Surely he'll help me get my revenge on those two poisonous lovebirds.I start to make my way straight for Daddy's office. Once I get there, I don't bother knocking; I just barge inside. I notice that he's on a phone call.He uses his hand to gesture for me to take a seat, and I do just that. Getting comfortable even After a few seconds, he ends the call, and
"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