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
"Oh jeez, my head," I groan as I squeeze my eyelids. There's a searing stab of pain in my head, like someone's repeatedly banging my head with a hammer.My eyes are not still open when I use my hands to search on the side table next to my bed. I come into contact with a glass of water, and I manage to sit up straight after gulping down its entire contents.After that, my eyes slowly flutter open, and the glare of the sun causes me to flinch a little."Damn, I feel wiped," I rasp breathlessly.I turn to the other side of the bed, but there's no sign of Sandra. Argh, she must've woken up early and left me to oversleep. The little slyI am never drinking again. Why do people even do it? I feel so horrible. As I'm about to get up, I see something. There's a pill on the side table that I just grabbed a glass from. Damn it, I drank the water I was supposed to use to take the pill.I groggily stand up from the bed to walk over to the centre table in the room, where there's a jug of water. I
ONE MONTH LATER"Isla, you're reading too much into this. You need to calm down. Nothing is going to be perfect.”"No way, this is going to be perfect. It has to be perfect." I cut Harry off, and he rolls his eyes."Isla, no one here is going to care if the lights are too bright or the snacks are too salty," he reasons, and I gasp."Oh my goodness, you're right! What if the lights are too bright? What if the snacks are too salty? What if they're not salty enough? What am I going to do? It's going to ruin everything?!" I cry out, flailing my hands in midair."I'm calling Oliver right now and telling him to cancel the ball. We're not ready yet, and I'm not ready yet." I start to hyperventilate as a million things that could go wrong start swarming around my head.I don't know when Harry decides to place both his arms on my shoulders, but I feel it, which causes me to flinch a little, but I relax when he uses his hand to caress my shoulder."Take a deep breath, love." He says, and I do i
This is not possible. How come we're being attacked? We've been living peacefully for months now; what went wrong?While I have an internal monologue in my head, Harry has already disentangled from me and grabbed the nearest sword from a guard near by. He makes his way outside of the ballroom, and it takes me a few seconds to regain composure.I rip off the lower part of my beautiful gown so that I'm able to walk freely. I tell those who aren't able to defend themselves to stay put in the ballroom while I assign guards to watch them.Then those who can handle a sword all trail behind me as I make for my husband. When I get outside, I see that we're being attacked by wolves, rogues in particular, but most are in human form.They seem to have come prepared as they launch arrows from their bows at my people, striking them with perfect aim and having them fall to the ground. I take action, grabbing a sword from a soldier and joining the fight.From a distance, I hear, "Isla, what are you