Day 4There was no improvement in her condition, but I kept on hoping. Every day, I would watch as they cleaned her and checked her vitals, hoping for some sort of miracle.I was grateful to Ian; he had been running the pack smoothly. I could never have asked for a better friend, or Beta. Every day, he would come with a change of clothes and food and stay with me for a while.I haven't seen my mother since our little incident. I know I have to apologize, but I couldn't bring myself to do that. She was also at fault. She had never liked my mate, and she was insensitive.Today was the day. I finally decided to call Isabella's parents and inform them of what had happened. They needed to know about the state of their daughter.I picked up the phone, starring at the screen like it was a monster, and I heaved a deep breath and exhaled it quite loudly before I called her dad. I decided to break the news to him first, because between him and his mate, he would be the more rational one than he
Isabella's POV I was back in the field of flowers. I was lying sprawled on my back, looking at the white cotton clouds that were moving in the sky. Large white birds were flying over the horizon. It was truly a sight to see. I looked around, but there was no one here. I had never imagined that the afterlife would be this boring. I expected to meet a lot of people—maybe I could have even met The Blue Crescent's former Alpha. I would love to get to know him; he seemed like a great person, and I have no doubts that he would like me. But why was I thinking of meeting someone I didn’t know? I had no idea. I shook that thought off. I stood up abruptly, in search of anyone or even the moon goddess. I was about to dust my body to get rid of the flowers that got stuck on me. But that was a grave mistake. "Ahhhh!!" I screamed, fearing for my life. The birds that had been flying peacefully flew off. I was sinking into the bed of flowers. I looked around for something—anything—that I could us
Light brown eyes were peeping down at mine, and they widened in shock as they met mine. The owner of the eyes stepped back, gasping. He is beautiful. That was the first thing that came to my mind. "Isabella!" He whispered my name in disbelief, cleaning his eyes to be sure of the sight in front of him. "You are awake. Thank goddess." He leaned over to hug me, but my whimpers could be heard as his body pressed on some of my old bruises. "Oh no! I am so sorry love, let me ring the nurses." I just simply nodded, looking at him in suspicion. My eyes followed him as he went to ring the nurses. I was wary of this stranger. My mind was fuzzy from the drugs and being under for too long, so I couldn't recognize him. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, but he heard me. His face couldn't betray his shock, but before he could reply, I burst into a fit of coughing. My throat was so dry, my mouth felt like sandpaper. He rushed to my side, filled a cup with water and gave it to me, d
"Where is our son, Richard?" I asked again, even though I already knew what had happened. I was in a state of disbelief. I refused to believe he was gone. He looked at me with wide eyes. "Do you remember everything?" "Yes I do. Richard, where the hell is my son?" I screamed out, trying to sit up. This feels like a dream, I need to wake up. I pinched my thighs hard, willing for this nightmare to go away. He rushed and helped me back to a lying position. "Calm down, Isabella. You just woke up from a coma, you shouldn’t be shouting and stressing yourself." "Richard? My son, I lost him." I said between sobs. The floodgates had opened and I was sobbing, bawling my heart out. Richard sat on the bed and pulled me to him, stroking my head. "It is okay." "No! It isn't okay. I failed as a mother, Richard. I failed to protect my son, our son. And now he is gone." I pulled at my hair, trying to do anything that would make me escape this horrible dream. I am a failure. "Don't say that, love.
The next day, Richard refused to go to work, no matter how much I persuaded him. Alpha’s can be damn stubborn. When asked for his reasons, he said he wanted to watch over me in case something happened. My legs were still weak, so I would also need assistance for a while, and he was happy to help. We had eaten breakfast, and we were resting on the bed. I was having problems keeping my eyes when a knock sounded on the door. "That should be Ian and Ava. They were worried when you couldn’t recognize them, especially Ava. So They had been eager to see you after I told them you had gotten your memories back." He explained before he stood up and went to get the door. Poor Ava. she must have been so worried. I quickly looked at the screen of my phone, using it as a mirror to check if I had any leftovers stuck on my teeth or if I was presentable generally. I know I just woke up from a coma, but it is no excuse to look homeless. "Isabella!" Ava screamed as she entered the room, running to whe
Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, and the days slowly bled into weeks. But there were no signs of Kiayra returning. No matter how much I hoped and prayed. I have concluded that the goddess doesn't like me. I had tried to pass it off, trying to just focus on getting better. I was thinking I could live with it. The truth is that it was weighing me down. I felt like a human, like a sheep in the midst of a wolf pack. I felt so naked, like someone had stripped my coat bare, leaving me vulnerable. Richard, goddess bless him. He has been trying his best to care for me. But it wasn't easy. I had been pretending that all was alright, but whenever he left for work I would break down crying. And before he came back, I had already wiped my eyes clean, pretending that everything was fine. The death of my pup weakened me, but the loss of my wolf was worse. She wasn't even there to comfort me, and it was gradually weighing me down, and I was slowly sinking into depression. Food do
"Isabella?" I knew that voice. It was Harry. I haven't seen him since the incident, and it has been a long time. I had been cooped up in the room for too long. "Hey, Harry." I turned back and waved at him. I was actually excited to see him. He increased his pace to get closer to me. He came to stand in front of me, towering over me. I felt his eyes on me, scanning me. I mentally face palm. Of all the days I chose to dress comfortably, I chose today. And today was the only day the universe knew Harry would come. Why did I wear Richard's hoodie out? It was beautiful, but it was big on me, and it swallowed my frame. But I can't kill mysel, I was already outside, so he has to bear with it. I looked up and stared at him. He had cut his long hair, and it made him look like a different person. But his eyes hadn't lost their spark, and he was looking more jacked. It was like he had been lifting weights since birth. Someone got busy while I was under. "How are you doing? Fancy meeting you
"Isabella!" We both froze as we saw him. I don’t know how he had crept behind us without us knowing. We quickly stood up, putting some distance between us. "Richard, what are you doing here? I thought you said you were going to work today." I realized too late that I shouldn’t have said that. It sounded as if I didn’t want him to be here. Harry was still frozen as he stared at our exchange. He was probably contemplating a lot of possible reasons why he would give Richard, or else he could end up dying. We were together alone, so it can be interpreted in a different way. "I was hearing rumors about my mate frolicking with another wolf, so I decided to come see it for myself. You sounded like you didn’t want me to be here." He said it too calmly. "No, I was just talking to my friend Harry here." I said, pointing to Harry. He looked at him and frowned. "What are you doing here with my mate, Harry? You should know not to touch what belongs to others, especially my mate." He said, his e