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
ISLAI'm afraid. Why? Things in my life are just too good to be true. I know, I know, a normal person would be happy about this, but not me.I've gone through so much in my life that at the slightest sliver of true happiness, I get so scared and worried. Worried that something might happen. That something might go wrong.I'm not eager for things to go wrong, but they eventually do, and I'm just hoping to save myself from the inevitable heartbreak.But in this case, it seems like I'm going to be the cause of the heartbreak. I still haven't told Harry about our kids.I just can't bring myself to do it; I don't know why. It's not like he's going to push me away and refuse to accept them; it's just that moment of betrayal that he's going to feel. That flicker of distrust that'll pass through his eyes I'm trying to avoid that because I don't think I'm strong enough to endure it."Isla?" Someone pulls me out of my deep thoughts, and I look up to see Denise staring down at me.I'm currently
I'll have to admit that when I told Harry about the sleepover, he was a bit sceptical about it because it involved me having fun without him, but eventually he sucked up to the idea, and now it's even going to take place in his room.I got the popcorn popped, and I've downloaded the most cringe-worthy rom-com movies to watch. I'm waiting for Sandra to come with the drinks so we can start off the girls' night.And right on cue, she comes in with a bucket of drinks. I cheered as I welcomed her in. "Coming in hot with the drinks!" She announces it, and I start clapping.She shuts the door with her free hand, and we walk back inside the room. Instead of settling on the bed, we head straight for it."I got popcorn," I say to Sandra, putting the first bowl in our middle, and her eyes glint in excitement."I love popcorn!" She exclaims, and I chuckle."Me too!" I say in the same pitch, and we laugh."Okay, here are the drinks I brought." She sets the bucket in our middle as well, next to the