Izaak's Pov My eyelids fluttered open to my unlit room, as my window blinds were not opened yet. I stole a glance at my alarm clock at my bedside stool, as it glowed red, and reached out to turn off the buzzer, because once it's 6am the alarm would go off, and the incessant ringing is the last thin

"I'm tired," I said in between sobs, and sank on the floor with tears streaming down my cheeks. "I'm tired of how he treats me, how he just assumes the worst when it comes to me. Just this morning he…" I couldn't continue as I choked on my sobs. Cora knelt beside me, enveloping me in a comforting

Fiona's Pov "Do I scare you Fiona Macleod?" Alpha Izaak asked, his eyes bore into my very soul, freezing me on the spot. I could not look away as I was lost in his magnetic eyes. The kind of effect he has on me whenever he looks at me intently is something else. I could not even think straight at

Fiona's pov "Ahem!" I cleared my throat. "You don't have to come so close simply because there's something in my hair," I said, my voice firm. "You could have just told me what's on my hair, and where it is, and I'd remove it myself." He removed his fingers from my hair slowly, clearly surprised b

"Apart from changing the fireworks to wish lanterns, they also had some ideas," I said, searching the elders face's for any form of disapproval, but I found none. "Ideas like a beauty pageant, which would give youngsters who have come of age the opportunity of finding their mates, instead of having