Isaiah P.O.V.Ivy and I enter the kitchen, walking hand in hand. I am proud of her! She has been doing amazingly ever since we found her in the castle, and now she is facing the pack just a day into being here. At the usual table the others are waiting for us. We usually only use the private Alpha dining room for Sunday dinners, and private holidays. I sit down at the end of the table as the Alpha, and Ivy sits on my right. Everyone greets us before going back to their conversation, which is nice because it shows how they are trying to take the heat off my mate. She was the sole center of attention last night, and today she is part of the family and they don’t have to look at her all the time. I stand, asking Ivy what she would like to eat and she just cocks her head. “I can choose?” She asks, her eyes holding that innocent disbelief I adore and hate all at the same time. I keep forgetting how horrible her life has been! “Sure! Come on, little faerie, let’s get a plate and choose
Ivy P.O.V. When Isaiah said his sister and cousin take this shopping thing seriously, I thought he was maybe joking or trying to exaggerate to make a point, but he did neither. As soon as we were in the mall Elise and Lillith took my arms and steered me in the direction of a store with gadgets. I look over my shoulder, confusion overwhelming me. “I thought we were going to buy clothes?” I ask, but the girls just shake their heads. “Isaiah said you need to be hooked up, girl. That means we are going about this right. You need a phone and a computer at the very least, and we’ll probably get you more.” Lilith explaines while Elise flags down a salesman. Isaiah walks up behind me, possibly feeling my confusion and nerves. “Relax, little faerie. Let us spoil you.” He whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek. “But this is not necessary, Isaiah.” I whisper back, but he just leads me along the rows of computers and phones, following Lillith, Elise and the salesman. “Yes it is. You are going
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