Thirty Six-
Ireland POV
I take deep breaths after leaving Oliver’s office. It would be a lie to say he does not affect me. Just having his arms wrapped around me and his face pressed into my neck made me need a fresh pair of underwear. His smell was so intoxicating it did things to my head and to my body. I feel like I’m at battle with myself, part of me, the hurt part wants to forget all about him and make him pay. The other part of me who still believes that he was made for me wants me to run back to him and make him ours and forgive him for everything. Forgiving and forgetting are two very different things and I don’t know which side will win in the end. I second guess my decision to come here that is until I walk out of the pack house. I walk into the back yard and my heart is filled with so much joy watching my people intera
Chapter Thirty-Seven-Oliver POV-I am standing up here in front of my whole pack wearing this black tux to watch my best friend get married. All I feel is jealousy and shame that I was not here with my mate. I have made so many mistakes and I only hope she will let me make it up to her. I am standing there next to Jackson lost in my thoughts and the music starts. I look down the aisle and see Ireland begin walking up. She looks radiant, radiant is the only word to describe her in her black womens tux with rose gold glitter top. I can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across my face even bigger when I notice her hair is swept over the other side of her shoulder. She isn’t hiding the scar and I can’t help but feel this is a victory for me. I watch as she raises the microphone to her mouth and begins to
Chapter 38-Ireland POVI wake up, my eyes feel swollen and my muscles feel sore. I feel too warm and like I am restricted. I open my eyes as I stretch out my arms and I hit a firm body. I hear a groan, I jump out of the bed realizing I am not alone. I look at the bed and see very tired Oliver laying there and worse I can tell his shirt is off. I look down and sigh in relief realizing I still have my clothes on so I didn’t do something stupid. The night before came flooding back to me and grimacing at my moment of weakness and he saw it. I see him looking at me cautiously. I recognize that I am not in my room and quickly turn and leave going to my room through the bathroom and lock the door.I sit on my bed with my face in my hands. I am so embarrassed. I wait til I hear him f
Chapter Thirty-Nine-Oliver POV“Luna” I turn my head to see Ireland walking by after exiting the packhouse, look at Isabelle and greet her. If looks could kill Isabelle would be dead. She then continues to walk quickly to a White Jeep with no roof or doors parked off to the side. I see her jump into the drivers side with Chris in the passenger seat. She pulls out quickly without a glance back at us. I can’t stop the annoyance that bubbles up at seeing them leave together.“Oh no Oliver you didn’t tell her about me?”“I honestly didn’t have time and to be honest it hasn’t been my focus.”“You have no idea what you have done?”
Chapter 40-Ireland’s POVMy eyelids feel heavy as I force them open, thankful that the light in the room is dim. I grunt as I try to move myself to a sitting position realizing I am in a bed. I see movement in the room and realize I am in my room. I see Erik and Chris close to the bed, Lilly is off to the side, Zander behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, Elder Rose sat in a chair near the bed and in the far corner in the room stood Oliver head down in the shadows.Elder Rose spoke first “my dear sweetheart tell us what happened?”I turned to her, “I was coming back to my room when I saw…” The words catch in my throat. Chris hands me a glass of water, I take a few drinks. “Any way I saw
Chapter Forty one-Erik POVIf I could kill him without causing her any pain then I would do it without hesitation. He has her staying in her old room and then he obviously does not tell her about Isabelle. When I heard that lil wolf call her Luna Isabelle I thought I could turn right there and rip his throat out. He really made that worthless former mate of mine his Luna. Well I guess they deserve each other. I don’t know why I had listened to Jason and Jackson when they would tell me how much he changed. I was actually hopeful and rooting for him. I had been waiting for the right time to approach the topic of forgiveness with Ireland. I pick up the chair in my grandmother's dining room and throw it at the wall effectively breaking it into pieces.“Erik are you okay bab
Chapter 42Oliver POV“OLIVER!!!!! NOOO!!!!” those words falling from her lips in a scream have me on my knees. She wants him to hold her, that is what I think I feel like my heart is breaking. I go to stand and leave feeling completely unwanted. However when I look out at her I see she is asleep, screaming and trying to pull out of Chris’s gasp. I immediately became angry that she was trying to get away from him.“Let her go!” I said quietly seething not wanting to wake her.“I can’t”“I said let her go!”“I can’t you don’t understand.”
Chapter 43-Ireland POVFriends! Did I really agree to be his friend? I am growling at myself internally as I tie my tennis shoes. I have to admit hearing that I was not replaced with that crazy Isabelle and hearing him call me his Luna almost had me jumping onto him and accepting him. I can’t however I am afraid this all due to guilt and not love. I have so many insecurities when it comes to him. I have put my guard down before and all I did was get hurt. I look down and look at my chest, the faint scratches a reminder of just how bad this man can hurt me. I let out a deep breath and throw on a loose V-neck t-shirt before looking at the clock and seeing that I have just 5 minutes to be out for training and take off running out of my room to the training field throwing my hair in a messy bun.
Chapter Forty Four-Ireland POVI had to leave the room after my conversation with Oliver the way he was looking at me had me wanting to strip down naked and beg him to take my body. I have spent hours in therapy to help me feel comfortable with becoming intimate again and comfortable with myself. However when I am around Oliver I feel like the counseling was unnecessary as I don’t think of all the things they did to me. I just think about him erasing all of it with his touch maybe it is a mate thing. I feel like I am constantly fighting myself to stop myself from throwing myself at him, I wish I could trust my feelings and or trust Oliver for that matter.I hear him enter the bathroom and the shower start pouring so I quickly begin to get dressed. I noticed that some of