Chris was the first to notice as he looked down at Isabelle who was biting her own lips enough for it to pain her and she would bleed and then cry at the pain. He let go of the man and crouched down by Isabelle gathering her shoulder as she sobbed with her shoulder shaking. "Are you okay? Did he...?" He paused when he realized she was moving her mouth. "Help... He's... harassing..." She sobbed as she looked around at the small crowd looking down at them. "What's going on, dear?" She heard an elderly woman question. Exactly what she needed. She sobbed uncontrollably that the people felt pity for her. She seemed traumatized to them. "Calm down dear. Tell us what he did slowly." The elderly woman repeated touching her shoulder replacing Chris's hand. "Help me... That man is... He's harassing me... I told him to stop but he won't... Please help." She sobbed as she dipped her head looking at her knees. "Bastard! How could you do that?!" The crowd asked raising their voice at the ma
Chris frowned and knew he had to get there but he was still a bit far from her. He needed to do something from there. "Hey move! Sit down!" He yelled frantically as he waved my hands at her motioning for her to sit down. Isabelle leaned forward with confusion written visibly on her face while squinting her eyes and suddenly her eyes widened and she sat down right when the man grazed her arm with the knife. "Psychopath," Chris muttered and threw him a punch making him fall on his butt. "Ouch!" He groaned. "Are you okay?" Chris asked grabbing Isabelle's arm. He twisted her arm to examine her injured arm and didn't notice the man standing up with a murderous look in his eyes. "Chris! Look out!" She yelled suddenly covering her mouth with her hand and her eyes wide open. Chris swerved and grabbed the man's hand before he could strike with his knife. The man struggled to pull his hands out of Chris's bone-crushing grip. 'How dare him to touch our mate?! With his filthy hands?! I'l
ISABELLE I closed my eyes and sniffed in his heavenly scent that I had grown to love so much... I'm addicted. I knew we had to get up now and leave for the pack but I didn't want to leave his embrace... and of course his scent. My mind drifted back to last night as my fingers drew meaningless figures on his chest that was right in front of my face. I... I had no idea what happened last night... Well, yes I do have the memory but it makes no sense to me. Since when has her face turned into people's own and vice versa? It's all frustrating and annoying. I felt a kiss on my forehead making me look up at a smiling Chris. He looked so charming in the morning... Yes yes yes... I love him blah blah blah... Can we move on now? I really can't believe that I, Isabelle am actually fawning over a man who is my mate and my love. I feel giddy thinking of that. But you haven't told him. My mind replied. "Good morning," I said greeting Chris as I grinned totally ignoring my mind. "Morning sun
"I mean... I knew it was still you. It's just Chris. The Chris I knew would never hurt me." I replied shrugging. I looked at his face and then saw him purse his lips as he tightened his jaw even more. "I might not want to hurt you but I can't say about an angry bloodlust Xerxes." He replied after a while. "He didn't hurt me did he?" I asked. "He didn't yesterday. Does not mean he will not next time." "What do you mean by that?" I asked. He turned his head to look at my face which was glowing red. No, I was not blushing. I was angry. Angry at him for doubting my love for him. Angry at him for thinking he's a beast that just kills anyone he sets his eyes on. "I thought I was supposed to be your mate," I said trying to make my voice firm but it wasn't anymore. It was like I couldn't recognize my own voice again. "You are... You always will be. I'm just... I'm afraid Belle." He said. "Afraid of what exactly?" I asked my tone still not coming down and I'm surprised his tone has
"Sleep with me." He said suddenly making my words die on my lips. I widened my eyes in return as he continued to stare at me. Did he just ask me to have sex with him? With such vague words? "What?" was the first thing that flew out of my mouth. "What?" He repeated out of impulse. "What? No no... I meant... I meant to say that we should sleep in the same bedroom together... not that we should have sex. I mean I do... I do want to have sex with you. But... oh Goddess!" He paused and I was already glowing red. "Goodness!" I exclaimed and jumped to my feet. I pressed the side of my head and ran up the stairs and into my room. What was that? My mind drifted to what Elena and Isabelle said about the mark. Yes, I asked them. FLASHBACK The sleepover was at Elena's house making me wonder where Antonio went since he was nowhere to be found. "Hey, El?" I called. "Yeah?" She popped her face into the kitchen where I was cutting cabbages. "Where's Antonio? I haven't seen him since I
Isabelle. I looked at the happy Chris in front of me. Damn! He looks so happy. Well, I couldn't lie, I was happy as well. Who wouldn't? To have the love of their lives by them every night? It's still a pact. My mind told me but like always I ignored it. Don't need any stupid thoughts weighing me down right now. I'm happy. I know it's not someone else in my head, it's my insecurities. "Hey hold on... My clothes." I said making him pause the flipping of the pancakes as he turned to me with a nervous look on his face. What's wrong? "The pancakes! Flip 'em they're gonna burn.." I said pointing at the pancakes. "Oh shit!" he cussed and finally flipped it. The pancakes had almost burnt. I looked at Chris and shrugged. He took it off the stool and then into a plate placing two more pancakes on it to make a stack. "What topping would you like?" He asked making me recollect when I didn't like him that much. I smiled on remembering that incident. And told him the same answer I said th
Isabelle stopped once she noticed the bright red lights that aligned to light up the path on the road she was on to an even brighter spot where two chairs or so were. She couldn't see it from afar. She brought up her right palm and rubbed it against her left arm suddenly regretting having worn this sleeveless dress. She took a deep breath walking towards the lighted path to notice something on the floor that looked like... petals. Red petals. She bent down and picked one of the numerous petals up before she smiled giddily looking around for her date and the love of her life. Yet, she couldn't lay her eyes on him. At least not yet. She continued her journey to the bright spot with a smile gracing her lips. When she could finally make out what was under the bright spot which was a table for two, the whole light went off. She frowned and looked back. There was a power outage now?! That's just so absurd. She couldn't see the pack house or their house from this place so she didn't k
"Are you shy?" Chris asked teasing Isabelle intentionally. "Stop." She muttered into his chest making Chris laugh again. "Laugh one more time and I'm not talking to you again." Isabelle threatened. "But you just look so..." Chris couldn't complete his sentence once he looked at his mate's blushing face before he threw himself into a fit of laughter. He actually thought she was joking. She pushed his chest away getting up on her feet. She clutched her phone to her body and walked to her purse. She grabbed her sandals and turned around to glare at Chris who was still laughing. She humphed and walked out of the tent. To hell with him and his beautiful tent. What was so funny? That was too embarrassing. She bent down and wore her white sandals before she turned her head and glared at the bright tent right behind her. He didn't even come after her. Maybe, just maybe she would have accepted his apology. But where was he? Laughing at her pathetic self. She snorted and turned her he