Annnnnnnnd we’re at the Palace!!! A little drama wouldn’t hurt before we get in, would it¿ Haha! See yA!
{Isla’s POV}We looked like a wave of weary refugees as we trudged towards the Palace gates. The guards had seen us and the alarm on their faces was very visible. They panicked and communicated that the alarm should be sounded. I suddenly felt like it would be too much drama alerting the whole Palace forces in vain— even though it would be fun to watch. So I turned to the Rogues trailing behind me.“Halt!” I yelled. “Stop and wait here until I tell you to come.” I said and started racing towards the Palace gates. I needed to get there and make them realize that it was me before they sounded the alarm.It was a wrong move.The guards saw me as an incoming threat and some of them started racing towards me to fight me. My guards were trying to stop me from entering the Palace. How crazy.Okay, on a more serious note. My guards were about to freaking fight me. They got to me and immediately started throwing fierce punches and claws at me. I evaded their blows, being conscious of the fa
{Isla’s POV}My statement stunned everyone. They had been expecting me to say something but hadn’t been expecting me to start like that.They were all confused but I continued nevertheless. I needed them to understand how serious our predicament was.“The Lycans would get to the Palace in the coming week and we need to be gone before that time.”“Leave the Palace, Isla?” My mum asked. “We can fight them here. The War Generals and Warriors have been training for this.”“Yeah.” Kayla said. “Leaving the Palace for them is a downing move.”Oh, she’s contributing?I don’t know since when she became interested in the matters of warfare. Maybe it's because this time around, she knows that lives are at stake— her life included. They were beginning to form distressing dialogues amongst themselves, wondering why I would say such a thing, so I called their attention back to me. “We’re not abandoning the Palace for the Lycans.” I said and everyone looked back at me. “We are only leaving for a re
{Isla’s POV}We all stressed our necks as we swiftly turned to look at the doorway. Cayden was standing there and in his hand was Lily who wrapped herself around his shoulders. They were both blood-stained.Sassaba was the first to shoot up from her seat and after her Lucil, Daniel, and simultaneously, the rest of us.“Cayden.” Naí Sassaba immediately rushed to him and when she got to him, she slowed down. Slowly, she took her hands and rested them on his face while her eyes roamed his bloody body. She was already shedding tears. “Mother.” Cayden smiled at her and she wrapped her hands around him. The rest of us crept closer to him and while others greeted him, I just stared. Some maids came in and took Lily from Cayden to go wash her up while Cayden exchanged greetings with Daniel. Theirs was the most phenomenal reunion, unsurprisingly, as Daniel did everything to make sure that Cayden didn’t put filthy blood on him. They joked even in such an instance.I had my hands folded belo
{Isla's POV} “You make love to me so close just to throw me so far away,” I muttered in tears as I staggered through the shaggy forest path with my bruised heart and my wounded hope— I was literally drunk on my grief. Almost immediately, I realized I was being followed. I wasn’t quite sure who these creeping bunch were, but I knew they weren’t coming to have a chat. And I clearly understood why. It’s not every day you see the eminent Luna of GreyStone Pack wandering through the eerie Woodlands-- alone! I tried to creep faster now but the swollen weight of the grief in my chest hampered my already shaky legs from making any new advances. To be honest, there was no point in trying to escape from these prowlers. For all I know, nothing they could do to me would equally match my present agony. Nothing mattered anymore, not even my dear ‘esteemed’ life. So death was the least of my worries, and the stream of doleful tears still trailing from my eyes was an extra validation of this f
{Isla's POV} “Cayden!” I yelled, drawing all the glares at the table to my person. Cayden’s expression still remained straight as he didn’t bother sparing me a look, but in that instance, I wasn’t intimidated by it. I was there to pour out my heart and get answers, and that was what I did. “Who is she?” I started with a solid tone, aiming my finger at the crafty lady on his side. “For the past few days, this woman has been staying in this house and nobody has bothered saying anything? She and Cayden are suddenly so close, and everyone is chill about it? Don’t any of you think I deserve, at least, an explanation for all this muddle!” I was doing so well until my tears betrayed me and began trailing down my cheeks. However, I couldn’t blame the tears because, with the heat in my chest, even my heart was threatening to leap out. “You don’t get to talk to us that way!” Cayden’s mother, Sassaba, voiced as she shot to her feet. “Who do you think you are!” Who am I? Who is she! I motion
{Cayden’s POV}“Did she just…” I knowingly stopped my attempt at continuing that sentence as I already completed it in my head. It was the plan all along— for her to take the compensation and quietly leave my life, but I didn’t expect her to reject me so suddenly and seriously.I was to do that! In fact, the whole episode was still very shocking to me as I had never known Isla to be so… so wild. She had shown me her confidence and a feisty spirit that I had never seen before in all our years as mates.I had been really provoked with how she talked to me but at the same time I had been too puzzled to react, and she had walked off leaving me that way.I could still hear my mum cursing and protesting in the background, and for some odd reason, I wasn’t really comfortable with her volume anymore.“She has no right to reject my son! A low-born Omega like her rejecting an Alpha? She should be killed!” She bewailed while Ivanka supported her claim.“Mum!” I bawled as I spindled myself to f
{Isla’s POV}“Be cautious. They say she’s almost as strong as him.” I heard one of the cronies still trailing behind me chatter and I couldn’t stop the smirk that threatened to grow on my lips even though it was very insignificant in that instance. I wasn’t going to fight them and I wished I could just tell them— maybe turn around, throw my hands in the air, and plead for them to capture me. But that would be too dramatic, even for me.In any case, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before they attacked and seized me, and for all I knew, I was already a prisoner. But who knows, it might serve as a very good distraction from my harrowing misery.I suddenly stopped cold in my tracks to make things easier for them and almost immediately, I felt the aggressive weight of three hefty bodies collapse on me, sending me forcefully to the icky dirt of the forest floor. My face dug into the dust as my body jounced vigorously from their wrestle. One of the trio’s claws dug into my sides and
{Isla’s POV} The next time I woke up was due to the perception of hands gently wrapping around my body and lifting me. I slowly struggled my eyelids open and drove my misty gaze about in an attempt to know where I was, and my gaze promptly stretched with my realization. Home? Suddenly, I was forced to remember that I was still in the clasps of a stranger, so I immediately shifted my gaze to the figure’s face and my glare stretched even further. The figure had a graceful face that was complemented by his roughly coiled honey-blonde hair, well-groomed eyebrows, and a well-defined jawline that augmented his supremacy. He had fiery hazel eyes just like mine and from the breastplate resting over his unbelievably broad shoulders, I could tell he had just returned from scouting. “Dad? …” “Hush now, Buttercup. You’re safe now.” He pronounced in his warming baritone and I immediately dug myself into his snuggly embrace as tears trailed from the corners of my eyes. “Dad, I’m sor