Novels by Speedy

Brandon's POV “Alpha, dinner is ready.”“I'm not hungry,” I said, dismissing the chef who came to call me for dinner. She nodded in understanding then walked away from my room. I sighed, raking my hands through my hair in frustration. Ever since Isabella left, I've not been able to eat, not just because I couldn't find my appetite but also because I had gotten used to her cooking and was finding it hard to eat the food prepared by another person. It's been less than seventy-two hours since my wife left, and I can't shake off the unfamiliar feeling in my chest. Could it be regret?Nah…definitely not. I was very certain I had stopped loving Isabella a year ago, so what was this unfamiliar feeling?At that moment, I was in my room, a little tattered as my eyes had turned red from lack of sleep and my hair was disheveled from running my hands through it every now and then. I was pacing around like a lost kid, my mind swirling with so many thoughts…Okay, I was only thinking about Isabe

Isabella’s POV For the first few seconds, I just stood frozen in shock, staring at King Kealon like he'd just said the most abominable thing. “W-what?”I noticed my hand was still on his chest and tried to pull it off, but his grip around my wrist tightened. If it was even still possible, he moved closer until I was sure we were sharing the same air. “It’s such a shame you don't remember me, Isa…” His breath grazed my lips, causing a tingling sensation to ripple down my spine. However, I kept a straight face on the outside, not wanting him to notice that the proximity between us was affecting her more than it should. “You knew me?” “That's a story for another day.” King Kealon simply said, then tried to walk away, but I grabbed his hand, stopping him, and in a firm tone, I demanded. “If you're not going to tell me where we met, at least tell me why you proposed a marriage between us.” He looked down at my hand wrapped around his wrist and I saw a small smirk spread across his face

Isabella's POV I had totally forgotten that there was another reason why I had run away from home…my father also wanted me to marry someone. Last I remember, I think he'd already arranged a young King for me. I never got to know who the person was or what kingdom he came from and that was because I was not interested. I wanted a real love life and not some political arrangement where my heart had no say. Besides, marrying a King meant that we would have to merge the kingdoms, which equated to me having to deal with so much royal stuff.I heaved a deep sigh, raking my hands through my hair. I couldn't believe we were still talking about marriage, especially after walking away from one in ruins. “I'm sorry, Isabella, I can't allow you to rule this kingdom without a support system…”I did not even let my father finish as I suddenly said, “I'll do it. I'll get married to whoever you've arranged for me.” I didn't really think about it but I agreed, hoping that whoever my father wanted

The cold wind slapped against my body the moment I stepped out of the Moonshine Packhouse. I walked through the same courtyard where Brandon once carried me in his arms, whispering promises he clearly never meant. Funny how the places that held your happiest memories could so quickly turn into haunted ground.I didn’t cry. I thought I would. I thought the tears would come pouring out the moment I was alone. But instead, there was only silence in my chest. I kept walking. No goodbye. No luggage and soon I was far away from the pack house.It’s not like I wasn’t hurt—I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But after hearing Brandon call me a wolfless disgrace, I realized crying would only make me feel pathetic. They say you shouldn’t cry over spilled milk, and maybe they’re right. I loved Brandon… deeply. But he betrayed me. So why should I shed a single tear for someone who was shameless enough to bed my friend in our matrimonial room?I don’t know why, but Bradon soon started calling my phon

Isabella's POV “You should have knocked.” Alpha Brandon said casually. He didn't even spare me a glance as he fully got dressed then went over to the trembling lady on the bed and covered her with his huge coat. “What do you want?” He asked, turning to me as if I were an annoying omega who came to disturb his moment with his precious wife. But the thing is, I was his wife! I was the fucking wife and I had just caught him in bed with my closest friend! “I-I should have knocked?” I choked out in disbelief, my voice barely above a whisper. “Are you really saying I should have knocked?!” My chest tightened, and a huge lump formed in my throat.I slowly turned to the person I called my friend who now seemed to be shedding crocodile tears. “Stella?...” I didn't even know what to say to her. “Yes, you should have knocked.” My husband still went ahead to say and at that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if he had gotten possessed. Yes, it was either that he had been possessed or that thi