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
"I know what happened." Harry says in a low voice, and I crease my brows."What ha—" a distant voice causes me to cut my sentence short and turn my attention to the source."Let me go! Let me go, you bastards!" one of the rogues that attacked us argues as my soldiers drag him over to where Harry and I are standing.The other one is more silent. Though he's struggling, he's not yelling all over the place or laying down curses. He seems more put together, and so I focus my attention on him. Perhaps he'll be the one to explain what's going on later.The two men are thrown to mine and Harry's feet as they snarl and make displeased sounds that fall on deaf ears. The soldiers tie their hands behind their backs and strip them of all the nonexistent weapons and shields the rogues possess."Who are you people?" Harry asks the rogues, and the unstable one answers."Your fucking ruination!" He spits out and doesn't forget to actually spit on Harry.Oh oh.I know that Harry is a changed man and a
Everything comes to a standstill after that. Especially Harry. I use the opportunity to jog up to where he's standing, and I fling the sword away from his grip."What is wrong with you?" I sneered at him before pulling him away from the crowd a bit."If you kill them, how are we going to find out who they're working for?" I raise my nose, and Harry grinds his teeth."We'll find that out later, but for now, we have to get rid of them. What if they attack us?" Harry says, and my lips part."Are you thinking straight?" It's a rhetorical question, but he shakes his head, answering it."Of course I'm not. These people—what if they're the ones who have been sending me those letters?""What? What letters? Harry, I thought that stopped." I take a step back from him, and I hear him let out a defeated sigh."I didn't want to worry you." He says in a calm tone, and I frown."Well, I'm worried now!" It comes out harsher than intended but passes the right message as Harry flinches at my pitch."I'
"Lauren..." The man trails off, and everything comes to a standstill as I gasp along with everyone else.But that means the man who planned the attack and hired the rogues must be the councillor. I knew it! I knew that that man was untrustworthy. I've always felt it in my bones, and now...Now he showed his true colours. He tried to overthrow the pack and kill Harry and me. Speaking of Harry, this must come as a great shock to him.I know how much he values the councillor and sees him as his father. I'm about to reach for Harry and check how he's doing, but I see his body stiffen as he hardens up his expression.Oh, no. He's pissed. Heck, he's beyond pissed. He despises traitors and betrayers. Heavens, I don't think that I'll be able to watch all this happen."Guards!" Harry's voice booms all over the courtyard, and I flinch at his tone. What if I was the one?If he finds out that I've been keeping him in the dark about the kids, what would he do to me? I try to erase all negative tho