Ethan's P.O.VA feeling of satisfaction surfged through me in waves as I noticed Nathan's unease and discomfort. He was conered like a rat and I knew at this time he was looking for ways to escape but he had made a grave mistake by failing to eliminate Mila when he had finished drilling her of information. Mila walked up to the middle of the room where the guards stoped her and had her standing before the eyes of all those who were present. “Here before you stands Mila.“ I introduced her loudly to the house. “Mila is here to testify against Alpha Nathan. Like I earlier stated in my account, Mila had been with Nathan ever since she fled from my wrath, she only returned when my uncle sent an invitation out to her for our usual family get together and who did she bring back with her? The assassins who were meant to kill me as well as her.“ Some of the men who were present gasped and began to flash angry looks at Nathan while Elder Darius leaned forward in Mila's direction. “When you
I felt a smile of giddy happiness stretch across my lips as Logan strolled confidently towards me down the aisle. Yes, he was late, and it wasn't customary for brides to wait for their grooms at the altar, but I couldn't care less. I was finally marrying the man of my dreams, and a little tardiness wasn't going to ruin my day. I expected to see the same look of unbridled joy on Logan's face, or even one interspersed with a mildly nervous expression. When Logan was close enough for me to study, however, the expression on his face wasn't one I could decipher. Our eyes didn't meet as he came to a stop in front of me and the stately priest who cleared his throat self-importantly and began the ceremony."Cutting it pretty close, aren't you?", I joked in a whisper, smiling besottedly at the man who would make me the happiest woman on earth. His eyes stayed firmly affixed on the ground, not even giving the slightest response to my attempt at breaking the sudden tension between us. With a co
It was late evening when I stood from where I'd lain curled up on the wooden floor.Silently, I put my hands up to my hair and tugged, sending the tiny pins holding my hair up in the intricate hairdo pouring to the ground.I tossed the veil pinned to the back of my head away, not even caring where it landed and walked to the small door at the side of the church. The little field outside was deserted and I thanked the Goddess for that. I wasn't sure I would be able to stand seeing any sneering gazes.Thankfully, the church was near one of the woods that bordered Ravensong and my parents pack, Stormfang.With a final gaze at the Ravensong Pack house in the distance, I trudged into the woods, the lengthy train of my dress dragging behind me sluggishly. I walked for what seemed like hours, but was really only just a few minutes.Stormfang was very close to Ravensong. My eyes were swollen with tears and they stung anew whenever I thought of what had happened.I couldn't wait until I was
Ever since I was a little girl, I'd had an irrational fear of the dark.I jumped at little noises that were most times just the creaking of my bed, and startled at sudden movements that were always just random items of clothing hanging off chairs or in closets.Now though, nothing about those fears were irrational or fake.Trees with long branches and sweeping leaves waved back and forth in the slight wind, and the wind made a high whistling sound as it wove through the dense vegetation, rustling the dead leaves on the forest floor.I hugged my arms to myself as I walked, the heels of my shoes sinking into the soft earth. I was suddenly yanked backwards by my dress and I screamed, whirling around and expecting to see someone holding on to me.I heaved a quiet sigh of relief and a titter at my own jumpiness when I saw that the train of my dress had simply snagged on a tree root.Sighing, I gripped the flimsy lace firmly and pulled taut, ripping it in two so that it now hung halfway to
I felt held by steady arms, and then I was carried to a place and was laid down. “How’s she doing?” I heard a voice, more majestic than I have ever heard in entire life. “She’s coming up Alpha.” Someone responded to him. “Make sure she wakes up.” The majestic voice said again. Where was I? I tried to open my eyes but my eye lids seemed stuck in place letting darkness consume me. Suddenly I saw myself in a church. Logan was saying the vows but the bride wasn’t me. “Noooo..” I screamed trying to separate them but my hands went through them. Logan looked so happy, his smile was more beautiful than I have ever seen as he moved forward to kiss the bride. Then the scene changed and I saw my father look at me with contempt in his eyes, he looked so disgusted and my mother behaved like I wasn’t there. “Daddy….” I whispered, I couldn’t believe the look I was seeing. “Take her away, I don’t won't have anything to do with such a useless daughter, she is of no use to me.” My father sai
Isabella’s P.O.V“It’s good to see you're okay.” He said with a warm smile at me and I did the same in order not to appear off and odd. "Thank you for saving me back there.” I immediately appreciated him while my eyes hungrily scanned the table that was laden heavily with different delicacies even though it was only I and him available. My stomach rumbled hungrily as I salivated over the succulent food before us. “Nothing to be overly grateful for. I'm glad you're okay though. You only need more rest and you should be okay after that.” He said and I nodded in agreement. He was right, I needed to cool down after the ordeal I had gone through. “Why don’t we start eating, I can tell that you're very hungry.” He said with a chuckle, making me blush slightly and wondering how he could possibly tell what I wanted.“Sure.” I answered before digging right into my food, I didn’t care if it was poisoned because after what had happened to me, I had absolutely nothing left to live for. I knew I
Isabella’s P.O.V“What do you think you’re doing?” I snapped at him angrily trying to wriggle away from his grip but his powerful hands were like steel against my struggles. He leaned forward ignoring my struggles and sniffed my mate mark. He frowned immediately as if he was disgusted by the smell he had perceived. “You have a mate?” He questioned and slowly pulled away from me as we both adjusted our dishevelled clothes.“Not anymore.” I said, staring right at him after heaving a sigh of relief.“Oh I’m sorry about that.” He quickly apologised and gave me a reasonable distance to recover from what he had just put me through. My hands were still trembling so I hid them behind me.“Is this how you harass women in your pack?” I frowned at him, aiming to make him feel guilty and hoping that he would desist from asking me a lot of questions. “Why don’t we have some tea to calm our nerves?” He offered but at this point, there was no way I wanted to be close to this man. “I’ve lost my ap
Isabella’s pov I struggled to form a coherent response, my throat dry and constricted with fear. "I-I'm not a spy," I managed to stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. "I swear, I'm just trying to survive." His gaze bore into mine, searching for any hint of deception. I held my breath, willing myself to remain composed despite the terror coursing through my veins. For a tense moment, he said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, to my relief, his claws retracted, and the tension in the air dissipated like smoke in the wind. “ I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you”, I just want to know who you are to make sure my pack is safe, he said, his voice sounding remorseful. I nodded, swallowing hard as I tried to steady my trembling hands. "I understand." “What makes you think of me as a spy?” I questioned him but he didn’t say anything in his defense leaving both of us in an awkward silence once more as he stared down at me still suspicious. “Well, I was supposed to get marr