King Edor P.O.V. “Your Grace?!” I look up from the paperwork on my desk. “What is it?” I ask with a frown. They know I don’t want to be disturbed, but here we are. “The Queen is asking for your presence in the throne room.” He says with a bow, and it takes everything in me not to scream in frustration. Ever since that awful Wolf King was here Briell and Asthi have been insufferable. Briell doesn’t shut up about the unfairness of her stepsister being his mate, and how it should be her as his Queen, and Ashti has tried to find out why I was so reluctant to let my stepdaughter go. She doesn’t need to know, which I have implored in everyone who knows just a smidge about my plans with Ivy.“I am busy.” I say, dismissing him with a handwave. He opens his mouth, but apparently thinks better of it and leaves the office. Good for him, or I would have turned him into something nasty. The paperwork cannot occupy my mind now that I have been reminded of Ivy, and her face keeps popping up in m
Isaiah P.O.V.“Ivy?” I stroke my mate’s cheek with a finger, kissing her lips lightly, hoping the contact and matebond will wake her up. “Mmmh?!” She says as she stirs in my arms. “Baby, it’s time to wake up.” She stretches like a cat besides me, her eyes fluttering open and her expression confused. “What time is it?” She asks, and I chuckle. “It’s 8.” “In the evening?” She sits up, and I shake my head. “In the morning, baby.” Her expression changes from confusion to utter terror. “I.. You.. I slept all day and night?” I nod. “Yeah, I couldn’t wake you, so I let you sleep.” The look of terror worries me, and as it doesn’t go away with my answer, I pull her into my arms and kiss her hair. “What is going on in the beautiful head of yours?” I ask, rubbing her arms, trying to calm her down. “I can’t believe I slept so long. How could you not wake me? Is everyone mad at my tardiness? I am so sorry. I didn't mean to be respectless.” I hug her, the sheer panic in her voice and the w
Ivy P.O.V.“Why would she run to the Council? They are not as misogynistic as they were before?! She would not not get anything other than a ‘that’s a pack matter’ from them.” Isa says, a frown on her face. “And why on earth would she even try that bullshit at breakfast? Everyone knows the pack already loves Ivy to death. She is a real sweetheart, and hearing about her interaction with the guards only added to the love for her.” I blush at her praise. Isaiah mindlinked his parents to meet us and the other ranked wolves in his office after the breakfast incident. “Well, if she does run to them, we have to have it under control before they decide to interfere.” I nod, looking at the others, but both his parents shake their heads. “There should be no need, son. Ivy is your mate.” Elijah states, but Isaiah just sighs. “Yes, and she is a hybrid. We never did get the law pertaining to hybrids altered, and we need their approval officially to allow me to have her as my mate.” Isabella
Isaiah P.O.V. The word about our interaction and tour through the pack with Flora, and as we returned to the packhouse people were greeting us with smiles and kind words. It especially seemed to warm Ivy, and I couldn’t help but melt a little when children came running up to her, each of them wanting a hug and giving her a wildflower. At the end she hugged about 20 kids and had a whole bouquet of flowers in her hands. She thanked each of them, the crowd watching her interaction with them closely. Murmurs about how natural and kind she is spread through the crowd, and when the last kid was gone, I pulled her to me and whispered in her ear. “I am so proud of you, my love.” She blushes deeply, which only makes me smile even more. She’s so cute when she does that.I lead her inside, where she goes straight up to the kitchen and asks an Omega to help her find a vase for the flowers. “I can take them, Luna and bring them wherever you want them? The kids probably got them from the meadow
Ivy P.O.V.The growl emitting from my mate after the Councilman is done speaking is both thunderous and dangerous. It’s a sound coming from deep within him, warning and a threat. “Ellesar, what do you mean Isaiah brought Ivy here without permission? Does she look like someone who was forced to come here?” Isabella shouts, and the Councilman shrugs his shoulders. “I am sorry Queen Isabella, but I must abide by our laws, and they clearly state..” “Fuck the laws!” Isaiah shouts. I grin. He is sexy when he is mad like this. Then I blush. What kind of thoughts is that? This is not the situation to get excited. “I got permission from King Edor, before taking Ivy home. And she is clearly a member of my pack. You cannot force me to do shit, and I am not rejecting my mate. I don’t care if he is going to war. He is a perverted old fool if he thinks he can win.” “Isaiah. I have known you since you were born. We have always had a good relationship with your parents, but this is getting out of
Isaiah P.O.V. I have been working on my computer for things at the firm and the pack for the rest of the afternoon. Ivy has been with my sister and Lillith, which I think is awesome. I am so happy they are bonding and making friends with each other, so I have only checked in occasionally to make sure everything was okay. I even contacted the kitchen to have them bring the girls snacks and drinks, which made Ivy thank me over mindlink. That girl is seriously adorable, and I can’t wait til she is ready to be mated and marked. I have been thinking of when and where I can propose to her. I know it sounds insane since I have known her for so little time, but when a werewolf meets his or her mate it is usually game over. There are rare cases where a mate is rejected, like the instant with my mother and her first mate. He was a cheating, bullying bastard, and she rejected him on sight and fled her pack because they were mistreating her. She then met my dad, who did not make the greatest fir
Ivy P.O.V. “Get out of my way, Poison Ivy!” My little sister Briell says, as she kicks to the bucket of soapy water and spills a lot of it. She snickers, while my stepmother Ashti scowls down at the spill on the floor. “You need to have that in order and be out of sight before the guests arrive.” She sneers, before walking along, not missing an opportunity to kick me while I twist the cloth over the bucket and get to work. Again. “Momma, how long is she going to be living under our roof?” Briell asks, looking down at me with loathing shining in her eyes. Ashti ponders fakely for a moment before a slow and cruel smile creeps onto her face. “Well, she is going to be of age soon.” And by soon she meant a week ago. “So, I would say we need to speak to your father about it. But I don’t think he wants to lose his favorite slave, even with how useless she is.” Briell laughs, as they continue their plans on my behalf down the hall. I roll my eyes. Hard. Ashti married my father after he
Isaiah P.O.V. It’s been a month since my birthday and coronation. I sent word to the King of Faes, Edor, the day after, to schedule a visit for diplomatic reasons. He was slow to respond, but about a week ago I got a call from the Court. The King had decided to meet with me at last, but on the condition I would meet his daughter and take her with me home. He would even pay me to take the girl off his hands. When I told mom and dad they were livid, and they decided they were going as well. They wanted to meet the man who seemed to have so little respect for others that he would trade away someone in his own family. All I could think about at this point was, I would take the girl home, but I also need to find my mate while I am there. I just know in my heart that the girl from my dreams and vision is my mate, and she is clearly not in good condition. The words of the Goddess, because mom says it can only be her, keeps repeating themselves in my mind. They are living rent free at the