Being pregnant isn't easy. I'm in the last month of my first trimester now, and things are so weird. I still have six more months to go, and I'm already all lazy and always tired.Thankfully, Oliver is home frequently these days. Some days, I go without lifting a finger. Not literally, but one day.I started taking online medical courses. I don't think I'm ready to go to physical school yet. I'm still haunted by my days at the pack school.Whenever Harry wasn't around then, I used to mop the floors. Literally. Everyone always thought I was beneath them and made it their duty to remind me of that every day.Some would set their legs for me to fall across the hallway, while some would stick gum in my hair when I wasn't aware. The worst were the writings on my lockers.I think back to those harsh words every day. Some days, I say them as a chant in my head, forcing me to push through the day since they were the worst.Anyway, enough about the bad past. Today, Oliver and I are going to ge
SIX YEARS LATERI hear my alarm ringing in my sleep. I open my eyes groggily and tap on snooze. I sigh heavily as I make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth.After that, I find myself in the kitchen making pancakes. Once I'm done with that, I go to the kids room. Thankfully, they all like staying in the same room together, so I don't have to go to each one of their rooms, forcing them to wake up.There are other rooms in the house still, but it's their choice. After a few years of staying with Oliver, I decided that it was best to unburden him. I got a house all to myself and my kids.Though Oliver sleeps over here time to time, I just like having a place all in my name. There's something fulfilling about it.Once I get to the room, I hear low whispers and giggles. What are these children up to now?I open the door and see the three of them sitting in a circle on the ground with something in the center. Immediately they hear me coming in, Dylan—the smartest six-year-old to exist—
I'm all dressed up.I'm wearing a red evening gown that has a small slit at the front and off-shoulder sleeves that lengthen only halfway down my forearm. I paired the look with light makeup and flaming red lipstick. My hair is worn down and silky-wavy. My heels aren't so high that I'll have trouble walking in them, but they're high enough to add height to my short figure.The babysitter I hired is already here at the house. I walk over to the living room, and the click of my heels alerts all of them.My kids jaws are on the floor, just like the babysitter's. "Is it nice?" I ask them nervously, rubbing my palms against my thighs."Ms. Amory, you look amazing!" The teenage girl exclaims in awe, and I blush."Mom, you're hot." Daniel comments, and it's my turn for my jaw to drop.Lilah shoves him. "She's our mom; you can't just tell her she looks hot." I snort. "Yeah, you have to add smoking. She looks smoking hot." Dylan says it casually to his brother, and my jaws are on the floor
This is everything I could possibly wish for.It doesn't get better than this. I'm engaged to the love of my life, I have the best kids in the world, and I also have the best job in the world. Nothing can ruin this for me.Currently, I'm at the engagement party that Oliver thought to host for us, courtesy of my kids, who begged and begged him. But it's fine.It's only a few of our friends that are here, along with a couple of my coworkers.Everyone here is so nice. Everything is just absolutely perfect beyond compare.Oliver asks me to dance with him in front of everyone, and I accept. Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran is playing as Oliver holds my hand and leads me to the dance floor.Everyone makes way for us, and my kids are hooting and cheering in favor of Oliver and me. Those little children are too smart for their age. I wonder whose fault it is.Oliver places one of his hands on my waist and the other on my palm. I place one of my hands on his shoulder, and we start to sway accor
Oliver and I fall asleep on the same bed. My alarm wakes up the both of us bright and early. Oliver lets out a frustrated groan at the sound. He tightens the hold he has on my waist and nuzzles deeper into my neck."Oliver, we have to get up." I say groggily, my eyes still closed."I don't want to." He places a peck on my neck."You have work, and so do I," I reason with him."We can skip if we like," he counters, and I laugh."The kids have school," I say."They can also skip," he dismisses, and I laugh before playfully slapping his shoulder."They can't skip school; that's a bad thing." I tell him."We skipped school all the time; now look at us." He says it cheekily, and I turn around to face him."So, you want to play cool parent?" I tease."I've always been the cool one." He answers smugly, showing off his dimple."No, you haven't!" I counter."I'm the one that gets them ice cream and wears cool jackets. You can't compete with that." I break into a laugh, and so does he."Good mo
I compose myself and arrange my gown before leaving the restroom and going back into the cafe to finish my lunch.I just can't believe Harry. Who the hell does he think he is? How did he even get my number? How did he even know that I was a doctor?Has he been keeping tabs on me all these years?Does he know about the triplets?No, he cannot. If he did, that would've been the first topic he would've talked about. Heck, it wouldn't even be on the phone if he knew. He would've marched me straight down to the pack and forced me to confess.Under no circumstances am I letting Harry back into my life. Things are finally going amazing for me, and I will not allow him to ruin it.I return to work, and I block out all thoughts of Harry. When I get back home, the kids are already there, courtesy of our nice babysitter.I thank her and give her a little something before she takes her leave.I sit on the couch, and the triplets take up the spaces around me."How was school today?" I ask them, an
"Lilah, just wear the black shoes. We're going to be late!" Dylan yells at his sister, and she glares daggers his way."I can't just wear the black shoes!" She protests.Oh, my little fashionista. I left her alone to choose her own dress for the family dinner that we're going to attend at Oliver's house. She decided to be a diva and wear fancy clothes. Now, she can't decide on a shoe to go with her gown."Lilah, I've had just about enough. Put on the black shoes and get your butt into the car." I tell her in a strict voice, placing my hands on my hips."But, mom...""Don't let me repeat myself." I cut off her whining, and she puts on the black shoes.I let out a sigh of relief as I usher the kids into the car and start the short drive to Oliver's house.Over the past few weeks, we've been spending less and less time together because of his work and mine while juggling with the kids.Today is our only off night, and we decided to have dinner together. I would've called up the babysitte
"Ah, my head," I groan out loud as my eyes flutter.Once they finally open, I take in the environment. It doesn't take me a second to recognize where I am.The Blood Moon's Pack DungeonHow did I get here? I need to remember what happened.I was with Oliver; he wanted to take a bath. I heard something outside, and I went to check. A wolf! But before I could do anything, I didn't know.Did I faint? Did someone hurt me? I can't remember that particular detail.I stand up from the hard, cold ground and press my fingers against my temples. I let out a harsh breath, and a wave of headache and worry stabbed me.I am back at the Blood Moon Pack with my worst nightmare and the kids! They're going to wake up, and they're not going to find me. And Oliver...Why is this happening to me? I can bet that it's all Harry. This is all his doing. He must've been the one who kidnapped me and brought me here.But why? And how? Wait a second!His father! He had wanted me to come and help his father. Per
"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