All Chapters of My dreams, his reality (#1): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I woke up gasping from my dream. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Never before had the goddess given such a direct answer to any of my questions. She liked to talk in euphemisms and riddles which has always annoyed me. But something had changed last night. I had asked her a question and she had gone out of her way to give me the answer I required. With proof.Bringing Harper into the spirit world had been the last thing I had expected her to do. I couldn't have even considered it a possibility but now that I had seen Harper go crazy as soon as he set his eyes on the moon goddess, I knew that she was right. Bringing werewolves in the spirit world was a risky move that no one could afford. The wolves would go crazy, eager to shirk all of their earthly attachments and responsibilities and offer themselves to serve the goddess. Last night, I had to watch Harper as he descended into madness to serve the goddess. He forgot everyone he loved to stay in the spirit world and serve

My eyes subconsciously kept drifting to my right side to look at Ethan as he drove his car. I was sitting in the passenger seat, it was 5 p.m. and we were driving to the pack house so that we could attend our training session. I, for one, couldn't stop fidgeting in my seat because I was so excited about training with the whole pack. It would be the first time that everyone would see that I wasn't just a helpless human. I could look after myself in case a full-grown werewolf attacked me. I would be bragging but I knew that I had got pretty good at hand-to-hand combat and all the other skills Ethan had taught me. He even said so himself. My stamina had increased and so did my strength. I was practically bouncing in my seat because I wanted the pack to respect me and this was as good a chance I was going to get. There was also another reason for my being so restless that I couldn't sit still in my seat. Somehow, in the short time that I had come back, I had gained a new clarity about

I closed the door behind me and turned around to face Ethan. He made my room look small, his overbearing and muscular physique looked out of place in my room. "I know what you're going to say, Zara." He said and sat down on my bed. "You do?" I asked and whirled my chair to sit in front of him. He looked calm and totally in control of his thoughts. I didn't know what he was feeling. I didn't know what he was thinking. I wanted to know about both. Desperately. "I do. I'm just waiting for you to say something." He pointedly said and waited for me to say something. I opened my mouth to tell him what I had decided but no words came out. He rolled his eyes and bent to unlace his boots. He was getting comfortable, great.I clenched my eyes shut and disposed of every contradictory argument. "It's about, Harper." I sighed, hoping he would magically catch on to what I was trying to say. He sighed and laughed at me. "Okay, let me make this easy for you. You don't want to hurt my feelings and

~ Harper’s POV ~ I knew that I was the one who told Zara that I was going to wait for her. I remembered how close I was to kissing her when I had said that she could take some time away from me, even be with that rogue Ethan if that's what she wanted. If that's what she needed. I wanted to show her that I was in the long haul and that I would do anything for her.But that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt every time I saw them together. It's like a piercing kind of pain that starts in my chest and then travels down my torso until it becomes a pool of heat in my stomach. And if I'm not capitalizing enough, it hurts like hell. I hadn't planned to introduce my son to Harper in the way I had. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I had been told that Zara was in the hospital, sitting with Samantha in Aiden's room and I couldn't help but walk in that direction, I just couldn't wait to see her. I hadn't expected that Zara would be in the same room as Natalie but again she surprised me with

~ Harper’s POV ~I didn't look back, I just couldn't. My wolf was going mad and I knew that if I had not forced my wolf to run away, he would have torn apart that filthy rogue, consequences be damned. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to erase the picture of Ethan lying on top of Zara but I couldn't do it. The image was burned in my mind and it was torture like no other. I wanted to run away from all my problems, just for a second, and pretend that I was a normal eighteen-year-old teenage guy whose only problem in life was as inconsequential as choosing which girl to take to prom. I huffed as I realized that prom hadn't even been in the deepest recesses of my mind. I had so many responsibilities that the mundane task of going to the prom had been lost to me. Maybe if I was a normal eighteen-year-old and not this big white alpha, I wouldn't be feeling this overwhelming pain in my chest. This burning pain made me want to curl up on the forest floor and lament. I wondered about dif