MasukIsabelle's POVI blinked. "As your guest?" "As my plus one." he clarified. I stared at him, in thoughts that I didn’t expect that. "When is it?""Saturday." "And you're asking me now?" I almost panicked. "I wanted to make sure you'd say yes." he laughed softly.I smiled at that. "Confident." "I prefer prepared." he said, in mock humility that forced a smile out of my lips. "And what exactly am I supposed to wear?" I asked, knowing there definitely was some dress code."Something red." he said. “A red velvety dress would suffice.” I raised a brow. "You're already choosing my dress?" "No." he smiled. "I'm making a suggestion."I shook my head, choosing to ignore that obvious red flag. "You have a lot of suggestions." "I have excellent taste." he assured."Debatable." I said, just because I could, and he laughed. "So?" I looked at him, for a moment, I thought about Conall, and could see the face he had at the galaThe jealousy and ridiculous behavior, I knew he would never approve this
Isabelle's POVThe next morning, I woke up with a clear decision, I was not going to think about Conall Blackwood.Not his face, or his jealousy not the ridiculous scene he had caused at the gala.I wasn’t going to think about the way he looked at Dean, and definitely not the way my wolf always reacted to him. I was done, at least for today.With these thoughts, I got dressed for work, grabbing my coffee and kissing my triplets goodbye before heading to Aegis with one goal in mind.To work, the kind that came with numbers, meetings, deadlines and problems that could actually be solved. Not emotionally unstable Alpha kings, those were way beyond my pay grade.By the time I stepped into the Aegis lobby, I was already feeling better. It didn't take me long before I spotted the flowers at the front desk.For one second, I almost groaned out loud in thoughts that this was happening again. Another bouquet sat beautifully arranged at the reception desk, obviously waiting for me, I knew it ha
Conall's POVI thought I had heard him wrong, in thoughts of what and who was he talking about. There was a deafening silence, which made me stare at Logan, then the photograph, before looking back at him."What?" My brows furrowed, this time in confusion."Ms. Loren has children, Alpha." he uttered again. “And judging from the timeline, these children were born around the same time she disappeared.” he added.My brain utterly refused to process the sentences, in thoughts of what he was talking about. I could not believe neither, the fact Isabelle and children and kept it from me all these whiles.It made me wonder who was the father, and if she had gotten married all these while, she was away?"No." I shook my head."Alpha Conall…" Logan tried to say. "No." I shook my head more violently this time. "Impossible, that’s impossible,” "I thought so too." he said.“But then, I had to investigate further to be sure.”"She doesn't have children." She couldn't, not for any other man, no one
Conall's POVI was drunk, high and definitely pissed off, absolutely not thinking straight. This was probably why I was lying across my bed at two in the morning with one arm behind my head.A half-empty bottle of whiskey was on the nightstand, with my phone inches from my face as I scrolled lazily through social media. I didn't even know what I was looking for.Perhaps, anything that would keep my mind occupied and would stop me from thinking about Isabelle in that ridiculously beautiful emerald dress that she had on earlier this night.It wasn't working, because everywhere I looked, I saw her, although not literally unfortunately, just in my head. I saw her emerald dress, her smile and the way she'd looked at Dean.Damnation, the way he had looked at her unnerved something in me. I took another drink scrolling again.Then, as if the mere thought of him provoked some sort of supernatural sync, I saw him.Dean McDonald, right in front of my face. I stopped, in thoughts that his profil
Isabelle's POV“No, you weren’t.” I blinked at his reply, looking the other way. “You didn't even think about it." I said noting that someone who is usually pro Conall whenever I villainified him, he was too eager to condemn him."I didn't need to." Marcus said, closing his laptop completely. "You don't owe Conall Blackwood access to you just because he regrets what he did."Something in my chest tightened and I looked away."I know." "And you don't owe him forgiveness because he simply apologized." he went on."I know." "And you certainly do not owe him an explanation for speaking to another man." I looked at him. "Goodness, I know that.""Then stop feeling guilty." he pointed, making me frown, meeting his eyes. "I wasn't…" I was trying to defend myself, but he was quick to cut me short."You were." I opened my mouth and closed it immediately, noting he was right. I hated that he knew me this well." I said.It was supposed to be a funny banter, but I said this with all seriousness be
Isabelle's POVBy the time I got home, I was so furious that I didn't bother taking off my heels. Walking into the living room, I was surprised to see Marcus who sat on the couch with his laptop open.He looked too comfortable for someone who lured me into this, I mean not that it didn’t favor me I didn’t just like the way it ended.Marcus looked up, and the moment he spotted me his face lit up with enthusiasm. He probably expected me to give him the full details of how my night had gone. If only he knew, I thought as his eyes traveled from my face to my dress, then back to my face and his expression changed when he noticed something was off with me."That bad?" he simply asked. I dropped my clutch on the table. "My night was ruined by that man." I began. Marcus blinked. “What man?” he asked. "Conall?""Yes goodness!" I exclaimed, watching as he closed his laptop slowly commencing to watch me. "Okay."I started pacing. "I was having a good time, Marcus.""I can see that." "I was actua







