I still love you… { } —The bracket is for my Evil laugh. Lol
{Isla’s POV} It has already been one week now and I still haven't forgotten about it. I’m not talking about Cayden’s heinous threat. Although I still remember that one very well. It’s hard to forget when your ex-mate threatens to take advantage of your sister. But I’m talking about Ralph’s confession. Those four chilling words. “I still love you.” He had said to me, and he hadn’t been joking. I’ve been avoiding him for days now. Because, let me come plain, I’m scared. I’m scared of falling in love again. Scared of being too attached to someone. And he should be too. I mean, I broke his heart too. But somehow he isn’t. He wants me back instead, and that is scary. Don’t misunderstand me, I like him. But I don’t think I… I love him. Not anymore. I had given Cayden all my love but had lost my capability of loving anyone when Cayden spilled all that love on the grill of his Cruelty. But none— There was a knock on my Door and I flew to my feet out of shock, even though the rap w
{Isla’s POV} “I still love you and would do anything to protect you.” Those were the words Ralph Tinter had left me with the last time we had met. And now the very same guy was seated comfortably beside me. But I wasn’t really panicking. He didn’t seem like he wanted to say much now. Maybe the nose bashing still hurts and he couldn’t talk much due to the pain? His expression was squeezed into a frown now. He looked offended. Should I apologize? I should apologize. The car was in a smooth rove now towards Kraken Pack so I cleared my throat and turned to him. “Uhm, Ralph.” He turned to look at me. “I’m sorry.” I said. He didn’t reply. Geez! Was the blow really that painful? I mean, I barely— “What are you sorry for?” I heard him ask and I veered my surprised gaze to him. Uh.. I punched your nose? Or did I also kick him in the process?! I motioned to ask but Ralph beat me to it. “What are you apologizing for? The punch? Or you ignoring me for days?” He quizzed and I nerv
{Isla’s POV} “Hello, Ivanka.” I smiled at the gawping she-wolf statue before. She hadn’t said a word for like a minute now. Well, I get bored easily, so I walked in. “Ivanka. Consider closing your mouth. I might have just walked into it instead of the door.” I said, sliding past her while Ralph trailed quietly behind me. “Home sweet home!” I said, spreading my arms apart as I welcomed the feeling. I didn’t want to seem or sound proud. I’m not like that. But I couldn’t help the feeling. I turned to face Ivanka while Ralph just took his seat on one of the leather couches. He looked interested in the drama as he now had a gentle smile on. Ivanka? Still gawping. But the size of the gape had reduced now. “Not going to offer me anything to drink?” I mouthed and she surprisingly panicked. She quickly scampered away while her uneasiness made me chortle. Ralph joined me too. “Is that the lassie that shit bag left you for?” He asked, still looking amused. “Yep. That’s Ivanka. The all
{Isla’s POV} The entrance door suddenly flew open and one of my guards was panting against the door frame. “My Princess, Rogues!” .. Rogues? It felt like my brain wasn’t in the mood to process words as I just stood there and stared. How did we switch from tantalizing drama to Rogue infestation? Everyone else had either taken their battle poses or ran towards safety… while I just stood and stared! “Isla! What are you doing?!” Ralph had gotten to me and was shaking me to my senses. “We have to leave!” He bawled and I finally claimed my concentration back. “How many are there? “Anybody hurt?” “Rogues in GreyHill?” Those were the questions I blurted out as I trailed behind Ralph as we made our way out of the Mansion. “I don’t know.” Ralph was yelling. There were cries and shouts from every corner of my vision. We had gotten out of the Mansion and blood and werewolves littered the land. “But from the look of it, they are more than a hundred!” “What! A hun—” There was a huge
{Isla’s POV} I blinked. I blinked once. I blinked twice, and I realized I was now in my room. I wasn’t dead! Right? I tried getting up but pain shot through me in vehement waves so I settled my attempt. “My Princess.” Some fingers clutched my hand gently. “You’re awake.” Andrea keened with happiness and relief. “Andrea.” I painfully muttered with a whizzing in my voice but then Andrea immediately bolted out of the room. Maybe my whizzing had scared her? I drove my gaze weakly around my room before there was a sudden racket that hauled my gaze toward the door. My mum, my Dad, Carlot, Ralph, and someone else I couldn’t immediately recognize was scampering into my room. “Isla.” My mother was the first to get to me. She collapsed her hugging self on me and I fought to restrain my groaning but then she noticed and released me immediately. My father sat gently at the opposite side while the remaining audience just stood, arching around me like I was performing a magic trick and t
{Isla’s POV} “So there was this many casualties?” I was in the Court Hall with my Dad, Carlot, and Ralph. We were going through the reports of the Rogue assault on GreyHill and the values were alarming. “Sadly, yes Princess. Precisely, we lost forty-three Palace guards to upheaval.” Carlot replied to me. “And a lot more GreyHill dwellers.” “But where did such a gang come from?” I quizzed on. “We’ve never had such a threatening Rogues number before.” “I don’t know.” It was my Dad talking, his deep tone lined with anger. “But something is definitely off somewhere.” He mouthed, his expression crushed into a frown. “Yes, Lord Alpha. I totally agree.” Ralph started with a slight bow. “I noticed something odd during the attack.” He said. “What do you mean?” Carlot asked, taking a seat. Carlot loved standing and only took to sitting when he needed to focus on something important or interesting. To him, Ralph’s exposition was both. “Well, firstly, apart from their threatening number, t
{Isla’s POV} Someone had caught me. I swiveled around and was greeted by deep ocean-blue eyes. Only one person I knew possessed such eyes. I immediately pushed myself away from his clinch, shooting him an irritated look which he reciprocated with a scowl. “The Court Hall is no place for Cartwheels, Princess.” He mouthed, continuing with his strides. Did he just call my artful flips and stunts Cartwheels? How dare he!? “Good day, Your Highness.” He greeted my Dad before I could retort. “Welcome, General.” My Dad responded. “Take a seat.” He gestured Cayden to one of the black leather chairs. Uh… what’s happening? I was still there standing and nobody bothered to spare me any attention as the men started distributing some file papers amongst themselves. Cayden was seated slightly close to Ralph who looked like he didn’t fancy the proximity as his arms stiffened up. I gulped at that. “And what is this all about?” I asked, finally calling some attention to myself. Only my Da
{Isla’s POV} The breeze was soft. The silence was gentle. Kayla’s room was serene. But I was tense! There was nothing soft, or peaceful, or bright about my day. For all I knew, it was the opposites. Hard, rough, and … whatever the opposite of serene is. And why was I this muddled? Well, it’s courtesy of General Cayden. He’s made me this way. His words had threatened me. He had reminded me of one of the best nights of my life— yet, the most dreadful night. The night when I had felt my wolf leap for the first time in response to its fated calling. The night when my only intent was to not stop searching until I was found by my other half. The night when I had abandoned everyone just for one person. That same night was in two days… On that night, I had paid a very huge price for love… and I’m not talking about rejecting my role as Princess or sacrificing my sovereignty… *FLASHBACK* [Two Years Ago On The Night Of The Mating Moon] I was scared. This was the feeling every werewo