Dario's POVSapphire, the healer, arrived to meet us in the forest. She brought the potions I requested with her, and she handed Isla a potion to drink.Hopefully, this works. A sense of anticipation coursed through me; she drank the entire vial of the potion. I immediately began to notice a sharp decrease in the strength of her pheromones. “How do you feel Isla.” I was curious to know how she felt after drinking the entire vial.“I feel warm inside. Apart from that, I feel nothing different.” I nodded; however, I did make an observation. Despite the waning strength of her pheromones compared to the day of the full moon, they still exuded a potent allure, drawing the attention of nearby guards and stirring unrest among them. "We should test the effects of the potion with a run," Sapphire suggested, her tone eager, but I shook my head firmly. "No, it's too risky," I replied, my voice laced with concern. "We can't afford any leaks." Reluctantly, she acquiesced, {Jonas, escort
Isla's POV As we ran together, the wind whipping through my fur, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something missing, something more that I needed from this bond. It wasn't enough to simply run side by side with Dario. I wanted to feel the depths of our connection and experience the raw power of our bond. Why do I suddenly feel this way? I thought as I continued to run with Dario by my side. And then, as if in response to my silent plea, Dario suddenly stopped and returned to his human form. I followed suit, my own transformation accompanied by a surge of adrenaline and anticipation. But as I stood before him, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I felt a strange sensation wash over me. It was as if someone else was guiding my movements, dictating my actions without my consent. I instantly figured out what was happening—Nima wanted to take control. At that moment, Nima's presence seemed to overshadow my own, her instincts taking precedence over my own desires. An
Dario’s POV Shit shit shit. I stormed upstairs, frustration and regret gnawing at my insides. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a grave mistake by indulging Isla's desires for so long. The illusion of our blissful run shattered around me, replaced by the harsh reality of our complicated situation. "Picnic's over," I muttered under my breath, a bitter taste of disappointment lingering on my tongue. "Time to face reality." Ignoring the curious glances of passing pack members, I made my way to the training room, the need to release my pent-up frustration driving me forward. But as I approached the door, Brenda, clad in nothing but a skimpy robe, rushed to meet me, her intentions painfully clear.“Dario, you're back.” Brenda cooed as she rushed to grab my arm.“Not now, Brenda. I'm not in the mood.” I growled at her as the anger of the incident still weighed on me."Fancy a little fun, Dario?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.I recoiled, my patience wearin
Isla's POV I stood alone amidst the towering trees of the forest. My gaze fixated on the spot where Dario's retreating figure had disappeared from view. Each step he took felt like a dagger through my heart, each movement widening the chasm between us until it felt insurmountable. "This can't be happening," I mummer, feeling a wave of pain crash against my chest, threatening to engulf me in its suffocating embrace. “What are you doing?” I heard Nima’s voice as she stirred in my subconscious. “Go after him, he's our mate. He belongs to us.” I wiped my tears as I contemplated Nima's words. “Thanks, Nima.” I thanked my wolf earnestly. I refused to succumb to despair. With determination coursing through my veins, I chased after him, my steps fueled by the desperate hope that I could somehow bridge the chasm and reach him before it was too late. I saw him entering the manor, and I rushed in with him, hoping to catch him and probably find a way of changing his mind about us. But
Isla's POV The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room as I blinked away the remnants of sleep. I woke up feeling heavy-hearted, the events of yesterday weighing on my mind like a dark cloud. The fight with Dario echoed in my thoughts, each word and glance piercing me with sadness and frustration. That sick bastard, when would he learn that I'm willing to be with him despite everything? I thought as I tried to make my way to the bathroom to chuck some water on my face.But despite it all, my love for Dario remained steadfast. I sprayed some water on my face to clear out the last remnants of sleep still in my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror, and all I could see was a girl with a determined spirit. Yes, I was determined to find a way to make things right, to complete the mate bond and claim him as mine. I loved him; I was sure he loved me, too. It's his responsibility as Alpha and my relationship with him as a goddaughter. That's wha
Isla's POV The school's teachers hurried to separate us, their voices raised in a futile attempt to quell the rising tension. Silvan and I found ourselves escorted to the principal's office alongside the three girls involved in the altercation. As we sat in the cramped office, tension hung heavy in the air, thick and suffocating. Silvan shot me a sideways glance, his expression tense with suppressed anger. "This is a mess," he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with frustration. I nodded in agreement, my emotions running high as I struggled to contain the turmoil within me. "I can't believe this is happening," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. One of the girls, her face flushed with indignation, turned to me with a sneer. "You think you're so special, don't you?" she spat, her words dripping with venom. I bristled at her accusation, my temper flaring in response. "I'm not the one starting fights for no reason," I shot back, my voice sharp with defiance. “A
66: Don’t Push Your Luck, Isla.Isla's POV Dario's eyes bore into mine with simmering anger, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a knife. "Are you really going to make this difficult, Isla?" I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down. "I won't write anything," I replied defiantly, my voice steady despite the emotions raging within me. He scoffed, a hint of disbelief colouring his expression. "You're being stubborn for no reason, Isla," he retorted, his frustration palpable in every word. "Stubborn?" I echoed, my voice rising with indignation. "You're the one trying to force me to do something against my will. Who's really being unreasonable here?" Dario's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to maintain control. "This isn't about being reasonable, Isla. It's about doing what needs to be done," he argued, his tone bordering on exasperation. "But what if I don't agree with what you think needs to be done?" I countered, my voice tinged with
Isla's POV I stirred from my makeshift slumber on Dario's couch. The events before I fell asleep came flooding, and I grit my teeth in anger and frustration. How dare he? How dare he do this? What more do I have to do? Despite my best efforts to seduce him, to entice him with my scent and my body, he had remained resolute in his restraint. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that he had been able to resist me despite my longing. I heard the door to Dario's office open and quickly shut my eyes. I kept my eyes closed, feigning sleep as Dario's strong arms lifted me gently, cradling me against his chest as he carried me back to the car, which sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. It took everything in me not to wake up and hug him tightly, never letting go, but I managed to restrain myself as he took me to the car and placed me in the back seat. He even got a pillow to keep me comfortable. He got into the driver's seat, started the car and drove off. I continued fei
Five years later. I woke up to the sound of my children's excited voices, their laughter cascading through the air like a warm, familiar embrace. Pulling my eyes open, I gradually focused on my daughter. She was standing really close to me, with her hands crossed behind her back "Mommy, come downstairs! Quick!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Her hands, which were crossed behind her back, moved forward to touch mine. "Mommy, come on! Quick!" she exclaimed, with a higher pitched tone. I tried to understand my daughter’s sudden need for me to go downstairs. I glanced at the clock on my bedside, and I realized it was just eight in the morning. It was quite early. Very early. I sighed, turning to look at Selene who seemed to have given up. When she saw I wasn’t budging she let go of my hands and headed out of the room. Then she returned few seconds later, with a pretty determined face. “Mom, this is really important.” Not long after she said those words ,
Isla’s POVThe night was quiet. The only sound breaking the stillness of the air was the soft rustle of leaves outside our window. I lay in bed after I had managed to put my daughter to bed, dozing off. Suddenly, a cry pierced the silence, a sound that jolted me awake. My eyes flew open, my heart pounding, and without hesitation, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor as I rushed towards the nursery. Dario, who had heard the sound of our daughter’s cry, rolled out of bed. He walked behind me, his steps slower than mine.I pushed open the nursery door when I got there. Dario and I had put the nursery in order some days ago. Actually, Dario had done all the work; I just stood there watching him since he wouldn’t let me help.Gliding past the entrance, I felt a surge of warmth fills me at each step. I moved to the crib, which was adorned with soft blankets and stuffed animals. Then I reached for my baby, cradling her gently in my arms."Hush
Isla’s POVI stood wrapped in Dario’s arms, with my heart racing with excitement.. Dario, had just proposed to me.It all felt surreal like none of it was true and I was leaving in the walls of my imagination, but as I glanced at the sparking gem in my hands. I knew that, this was far from being surreal. It was real and I was going to get married to the man of my dreams.If someone had told me some months back that I would end up with Dario. I would never have believed that person, but here I was today, leaving my dreams.Dario pulled his hands away from me, he placed a soft kiss on my ringed finger, then he moved his hands to my face.“My Luna!” He said softly. I blushed not hiding the fact that I was filled with joy. During that moment, the thought of spilling everything that happened to my parents crossed my mind. I wanted my padre to know that everything turned out fine."Dario,” I called out to him. “I want to tell my parents about us," I said.Dario smiled warmly, his eye
Dario’s POVI walked into the mansion with Isla by my side. Finally, the battle was over.I stared at her as those thoughts settled in my mind. The victorious look in her eyes was not so different from mine. She must have noticed that I was staring at her because she looked my way, and I noticed as tears began to full from her eyes.“We did it!” She said with her lips curved up. “We finally did it!”“You did it!” I said moving close to her. I wrapped my hands around her body, planting a kiss on her forehead. The joy in my heart couldn’t be contained, and right now the only thought on my mind was finally seeing my child—my daughter.My hands which were on Isla uncurled and my eyes swerved in the opposite direction staring at Jonas.“Inform the men to take care of the bodies and clean everywhere up.” Jonas nodded at my reply, after that was said I turned to look at Isla.“Let’s go see our child.” Together, we made our way up the stairs, crossing the bodies that were at the staircase.
Isla’s POV The battle unfolded before my eyes, as I ran upstairs. I watched as more of the attackers stepped into the mansion walls with their weapons in their hands. It seemed that Dario had called upon on his men from the human base because I noticed that among those attackers were men far more armed and ready to take down whoever dared to stand in their way.As I ascended up the stairs the sounds of body dropping to the ground filled my ears. A sign the men were already taking action.“Do you think it’s going to work?” Nima’s voice spilled into my mind as I continued to walk.“What is?” I questioned, trying to grasp what she was trying to say.“The plan you have to weaken the cursed blood.”“I know it will. The fact that this idea crawled into my mind means it will work and if it doesn’t we would find another way.”Nima didn’t say any words after and I focused on the hallway ahead of me. I arrived in front of the room where my grandmother was staying with Diane and my baby. I tr
Isla’s POV “I think I need to have my rest now.” I said standing on my feet.” Diane rushed on her feet, she headed in my direction but a loud sound which filled the atmosphere had stopped her midway.“What’s that?” She asked, moving her eyes from me to our grandmother.“Maybe something fell.” Our Grandmother said. “Those guards can be quite clumsy one almost—“The sound repeated itself this time louder than before. “I don’t think that’s a mistake.” I said with my eyes landing on Diane. During that moment I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. The feeling was so strong and I knew what it meant.“I think the baby is coming.” I said.“Isla, are you sure?” Diane asked.“Yes.” I screamed. “It is time.”My eyes which was once on Diane landed on my grandma who looked shocked. With a raised tone she spoke up, running towards the hallway to get a hold of the guards.“We need to get to the hospital now!” I could hear my grandmother say. “We can’t waste anytime.”Diane moved close to me she help
Dario’s POV (2 months later)Time flew by very quickly, and the arrival of my daughter was closer than I expected it to be. The joy of becoming fatherhood filled my heart , but underneath that joy was fear. I couldn’t shake off the thoughts that I might mess things up or something would go wrong somewhere. No matter how many times I tried to convince myself internally that handling things after the child was born would be an easy task those treacherous thoughts would return.Kai on the other hand felt otherwise and I wasn’t surprised. The joy in his heart was one he wasted no time to spread for instance this morning.I had gotten up much earlier than usual. The sky was still dark, and from the looks of it. It would take a while before the sun would arrive.I made up my mind to jog, well that wasn’t my first choice. After, I couldn’t fall asleep and the fear about being a terrible father had taken over my mind. Kai ever so considerate had suggested that I head out for a run.“Running
Silvan’s POV Months had passed since I had set my eyes on Isla. My mind wasn’t at rest. I wanted to see how things were going with her and how she was doing even if it was just getting a glimpse of her.I made up my mind the following week to do so. With my men going to the pack for an attack, Dario would be out of the house making things so much easier.At the arrival of the following week, I set out to the pack . I had taken a narrow route, instead of the main path so I wouldn’t be seen. I bursted out at a trail which stretched out into the forest that was pretty close to Dario’s mansion.I parked my car there, and continued on foot. It was pretty difficult navigating through the path on foot but I managed to find my way. The top of the mansion looked at me as I reached the end of the forest. I inched closer until I arrived at the main road. I made my way down the road that pointed to the mansion entrance and when I got there, I realised only two guards were stationed outside.A
Isla’s POVI watched as Dario got into the car. My mind was a bit unstable but I didn’t dwell on it. If Dario could handle the first attack then I was sure he could handle whatever was thrown his way this time.I walked into the house, Grandma was waiting in the sitting room with Diane. The minute I stepped into the sitting room they turned my way.“Are you fine Isla?” Diane was the first to speak up and I smiled her way. “I’m okay, a bit scared but fine.” I took my seat close to her and she shot me a calm look. “I know he’ll be able to handle whatever comes his way.” I added.“Of course.” My grandmother joined in the conversation. “The only thing I’m concerned about is why this people keep coming back.”“I wonder the same thing too.” Diane said. “It’s strange.”“I feel like they’re here for something and they are yet to get it.” I said casually. Diane and my grandmother agreed to my words, they also had a feeling that the attackers were here for something.We spent the rest of th