Harper woke up with a start. Something has awakened her. A faint scent. She stirred on the small bed, where little Hector was lying on his back. A little smile crept on the side of her lips. How can someone be so little and just laugh and sleep all day? Harper snuggled closer and planted a peck on the baby’s cheeks. She couldn’t help but smile and adore the little baby. When a knock was heard on the door, she already knew who it was. And she’s certain for what reason it was: food. The islet was resourceful and abundant with everything they needed. She’s done with the tour and now, she knew what lies in every corner and folds of the islet. Which was a necessity. “I’ll just take the food for me, Grandma. Hector just had his milk before he slept. I don’t want to overfeed him.”The old woman nodded and carefully placed the small bowl of baby food back on the tray. She picked up the spoon at the side and dug a bite out of the pineapple. It tasted sweet and tangy at the same time. Was
Damon shot Harper a look which made her gasped. The usual calmness of his eyes was now gone, replaced by fiery embers of rage. “Please… don’t do this. You don’t want to do this. I know.”Her eyes watered, not wanting to hear his next words. Deep down, Harper knew what they’re going to be. And that she won’t like it. None of it. Harper reached for Damon’s arm, hoping her soft touch would be enough to make him change his mind. “Step back, Harper…. I don’t want to hurt you too.”Harper froze. No, she shook her head. This isn’t the person she knew for the past year. This isn’t Damon. It’s only a stranger hiding in his skin. On the base of her throat were the words of begging… again. It’s there on the tip of her tongue, wanting release. But she has begged enough… and it was all unheeded. To do another one would be futile at best. Harper was torn in between. What does she do now? She can’t just let him hurt her in any way. For a swift motion, Harper stepped in in front of Grandma Laur
Alpha Draco came for one thing only: Laura’s life as payment for the things she has seen in the past. All of the things she shouldn’t have seen. And the word “son” coming from his lips fell like an atomic bomb.“What did you just call me?” – Damon asked, hoping he only misheard it. “Yes, that’s the truth. You’re my son. My first-born.”Damon froze in his place. The two men following him looked at each other in disbelief. None of them has expected what they just heard.“No… that was a lie. You’re not…”Alpha Draco smirked. “I know you already know, Damon. You don’t need to pretend like this is new information for you. I can see it in your eyes.”Damon gulped. Yes, since the time he heard it from Grandma Laura, it hasn’t left the back of his mind. He wanted to believe it was nothing but a well-established lie… but when he saw Alpha Draco in person, that first look, the first resemblance of their eyes and bone structure, a part of him already knew. Yet sometimes, denying the truth wo
Ignorance is bliss, they say. When you don’t have an idea on what bad things have occurred, you have no ground to be upset. You continue with the status quo you know, avoiding the fact, especially when it hurts or when it’s unacceptable.To Harper, hiding in the safest keep she could find, everything that’s happening outside was only a part of an annoying nightmare. Anytime now, she’ll wake up. She’ll open her eyes and realize that all of it was over, like an opening act done right the first time. Harper cradled Hector and thanked the little angel for not making any noise. Outside wasn’t as noisy and chaotic as she expected. What was happening in there? Damon and his two men were clearly outnumbered. She has been hiding for an hour, and when the 61st minute hit, Harper decided to get up and peek at the window, hoping to see something as good news. She saw nothing. Could it be possible that none of them advanced and only stayed on that limited area of Middleland?Harper still knows
Silence sometimes can be louder than words itself. Harper and Damon sat next to each other on a fallen log. The air between them was nothing but awkward. Hector was bouncing the small of his feet on his lap. It was few of the times that the small child was comfortable with his father’s presence. Well, one of the few. Countable fews.“You know it’s going to be different now, right?”“Different is an understatement.” – Harper said, with gritted teeth“I know. What I meant is that it’s not going to be easy with Alpha Draco being on the scene. However, it won’t be of any effect with me and you… and how we run the pack.”Harper scoffed. Who was he kidding? It cannot be possible. Now that his presence’s known, he would manifest it everywhere. He would be interfering with a lot of things everywhere. “You know that’s a lie.”Damon exhaled… then stood up. The place is getting quiet… quieter every second. The fact that there’s only him, Harper and the keeper of the place here isn’t something
It took Brayden a minute to notice what the others did see. Members of the pack arrived and he saw the one he was waiting for. She. There she is: his one and only mate who’s taken away from him.Harper also turned and met his eye. She frowned and whispered something to Asher’s right ear. The latter replied and Brayden read the words through his mouth: “I don’t know what happens now.”What happens now is the extreme takeover. When Brayden got the news that they’re moving to the camo because of the Great Alpha’s orders, he was enthralled. He didn’t say anything to object to such plan. What he said is that he’s supportive of whatever the Great Alpha decides on. Then they were told to pack up immediately. So here they are.“I missed you too, Harper.” – Brayden said as soon as he reached the area. Harper only gave him a meaningless look“Not much of a talker, huh?” – he teased even more after seeing Damon’s annoyed face. “There, there. You two should talk about this matter soon. Only o
With a tissue paper, Harper wiped the edges of the glass where the lip mark of Brayden was left. It was a simple potion really, one that she learned from the books and saw the witches brew in person. Upon wiping the mark on the edge of the glass, she folded the tissue paper and placed it on the side. Now, the brewing part. She only needed a small burner and a clay pot. Upon getting them from the potion room, she locked the door of her room. This has to be brewed for 12 hours so if she needs it tomorrow, she should start brewing it today. She dropped the tissue paper at the bottom of the clay pot and ignited the burner. A half cup of water, half cup of the special incense the witches do themselves. Once it brewed, she poured the purplish liquid. She emptied the vial. Perfect.A little grin crossed her face as she did that. The swirling of colors on the pot, together with the unending dances of smoke. In her mind, she was imagining what would come of it: their stupid combat games to
No one sees farther than what meets the eye. Just in plain view, it was only a dress. Harper kept on checking the small bulge under her voluminous skirt. It was where she placed the vial. It’s still warm from reheating the brew. Feeling the cylindrical vial with her skin, a small smile crossed her lips. She has this small, victorious but fleeting feeling of knowing that somehow, whatever will be the outcome of the combat games, she has gained a little bit of control about it. As if on cue, she saw a server coming out from the kitchen with two glasses of water. Instantly, Harper jumped on the opportunity to come and approach the woman. “What is this? Is this for the men?”The woman’s eyes widened upon being stopped by the wolf queen. “No, my queen. It’s for the alpha and the king.”Perfect, Harper thought. “Let me handle it. I’m heading there anyway.”The woman didn’t agree, but she was quick to grab the tray handle from the former. It’s a good thing that the glasses weren’t crys