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

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

"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

After I had had the blowout with Richard, I stomped downstairs to my former room. I was partly hoping he would run after me, and we would make up. But it wasn't so. I got to the door, and thankfully, it was still open and clean. The Omega had been maintaining it, and I was grateful for that. I dropped my body on the bed, sighing as I pondered all that had taken place. This wasn't how I thought my day would end. Today had been going great, but this has ruined it, and it was over a little misunderstanding. I sighed again as I closed my eyes, feeling all the weight on me. I wasn't ready to deal with this. I opened it, and my eyes met with the portraits on the wall, and I shivered. Great. Now I have Richard's ancestors staring down at me in disgust. I tossed and turned on the bed, unsure of what to do. I picked up my phone and replied to some messages. I decided to watch a movie, but not even my favorite actor could alleviate my mood. I was angry and disappointed at Richard. It was ju

"Isabella!" My mother exclaimed as she saw me. She quickly enveloped me in a warm, tight hug. "Are you actually the one?" She asked as she parted from the hug, not believing her eyes. "Yes, mom, it is I." She hugged me again, digging her nose into my neck to sniff my scent. "What is all the commotion here, Caleb? Why do you always come to disturb us?" My dad was asking as he came to investigate the noise. But he stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw me. "Isabella?" He walked swiftly to reach me, gently pushing my mother aside as he hugged me, lifting me up from the ground. "Isabella?" He repeats it again, as if I doubt it. "What are you doing here?" "Do I need to have a reason to visit my parents?" My mother replied, "Of course not. You are always welcome here. It is good to have you back." My dad was still holding me as he led me inside, refusing to let go. I have always been a daddy’s girl, so my leaving affected my dad more, plus Richard told me he had already told my dad wha