IRIS Finn and I walked down to the nearest cafe. We decided to stay outside because of the scorching sun. After making sure I was seated, he went to the lemonade stand. I was left with my thoughts. I had witnessed everything that had happened but I was unconscious and scared. Though I saw Finn, Damon, and Anya fighting, I couldn't reach out to them. I thought I'd never wake up but after some days, I was able to get up on my feet. That was when I met Finn talking to the lady. She seemed pretty nice to have brought him cakes. I wished I had a taste of it. "Here," Finna announced, breaking me from my thoughts. "Thank you," I smiled and took the glass from him. He sat down while I sipped the juice. Finn was the only person on my mind when I woke up. I was supposed to be mad at him for what had happened between him and Zaria but I wasn't. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "I'm fine, I think so. I don't feel any pain in my head or any part of my body. I think I'm okay." I shrugged. H
WARNING: QUITE A STEAMY CHAPTER AHEAD. RATED 18+. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! IRIS My hands rummaged through his lower abdomen as I kissed him. He deepened the kiss and left me breathless at some point. Our foreheads met as we tried to catch our breath. "Iris, I better leave," He whispered. "Why?" I whispered breathlessly. Things were just getting started and he wanted to leave me like that. "You just woke up and must be feeling tired. I am myself right now." He shut his eyes and tried to walk away but I stopped him. "What? Are you scared you'll hurt me? But I'm fine." "Iris…" He called out impatiently. "I said I'm fine!" I yelled. My grip on him was strong. I wasn't ready to let go. I was frustrated. Wasn't he getting my point? "I'm sorry for yelling like that. I just—" Before I could finish my statement, Finn shut me up with yet another deep kiss. I was caught unaware and it was hard to keep up with him. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He pulled down his pan
FINAL EPISODE IRIS I woke up to the sound of glass shattering. I sat up immediately and looked at the accident that had happened. "Sorry, it slipped," Anya said with pleading eyes. She immediately picked up a broom and swept the dangerous, pointy materials away into the trash can. "What are you doing here anyway?" I asked her after she had finished cleaning. "I came to check up on you. I wanted to see how you were doing. My brother told me you were in the hospital. And also, Jason was worried about you. He's in detention tho. He'll swing by later in the evening." She explained after taking a seat."So, how are you feeling?" "Better, I guess." I laid back on the bed and tucked myself in. "Strong enough to leave this place this instant. I really hate the smell of hospitals." Anya giggled. "Who doesn't? Well, except for the doctors and nurses. Nobody likes to be sick and get confined in a pace that reeks of antiseptics." "Yeah, you totally get it." I sighed. "Actually, I'm her
IRIS "You're no good." He kicked my stomach repeatedly. I tasted something like liquid metal on my tongue; Blood and I also felt like passing out. What had I done to deserve this brutal treatment? Was it my fault that my mother and my brother died? "Don't kill her, father. We need her around the house. If she sustains much damage, who's going to do the chores? Definitely not me." Lyra sat on the other side of the living room, smiling devilishly at me. I stared at her through hooded eyes and gritted teeth. "That's true, dear." He gave me one last kick before moving away from me. "Let's go, honey." He grabbed her school back and together they walked out, but not without Lyra giving me the fakest ugly smile she could ever come up with. My mother and I used to live happily with my father in the Blood Rose pack. We were the envy of every other family. My father was a beta and so, I got his genes. He was strong and because of that, kids didn't bully me at school. I was shown all the
IRIS The happiness on my face disappeared when I noticed my stepfather standing at the door with a whip. I gulped hard as I approached him. I knew the whip was for me but what I didn't know was my offense. "Good afternoon, sir." I greeted him and made to walk past him but the glare on his face was enough to make me rethink that action. I wondered what Lyra had said this time to make him look that angry. "What's your mission, Iris? Haven't you taken enough from me and now, you want to take from my daughter?" He said through gritted teeth and fire-blazing eyes. What was he talking about? "I'm sorry, sir." Trying to ask questions would only make things worse, I learned this the hard way over the years. I bowed my head, my eyes meeting the ground. I dared not look into his face. The next thing I felt was a lash on my arms. I instinctively moved away from him, holding my arm. "Now, Iris, let me give you a warning. Stay away from Alpha Fenrir. He belongs to my daughter. A lowlife lik
IRIS "What do you mean by that? That's not for you to decide. It's the custom and I have to abide by it." I defended myself against them. "See, daddy? I told you she has eyes for him. She just wants to show her ugly face to the world and the prince. She thinks he likes her just because he spoke to her a few times." Lyra scoffed and folded her hands. "I don't want her to go there, daddy. Stop her." "You heard my daughter, take off your clothes and find something reasonable to do," Bennett commanded. As expected, I was supposed to bow my head dejectedly and give in to their demands but no! Not today. "No, I refuse to let you tie me down here when every other person will be at the party," I yelled in defense. Bennett took predatory steps toward me while I carefully moved away from him. "I see you've grown wings." He slapped me with his full strength, making me fall to the ground and yelping in pain. He started kicking me all over. All I could do was cry and watch Lyra smile at the t
IRIS "You piece of shît!" Bennett slammed my small body into a series of trash cans. Loads of dirt fell on me but he still didn't leave me. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the house. I knew I was done for. Bennett wasn't a merciful man. He abused his strength whenever it got to my case and tonight, it was either he killed me or I kill myself out of frustration. I was bothered about what the outcome would be. The fact that Fenrir rejected me made me forget all my sorrows. It was as though I had become numb to the pain. The one way I thought I could exert my revenge on the people who treated me badly had just flashed before my eyes. "He knew I was his mate," I muttered to myself. "All these while, he knew and yet, he didn't say anything." I was pained, hurt, and broken. The thought of Lyra taking my place wounded my heart severely. The worst part? I had no friend to turn to. I was more or less a lone wolf. "I'm going to treat you like the trash you are, Iris," Bennett
IRIS I slowly opened my eyes, only to be overwhelmed by sharp pains all over my body and an eye-stinging light. I shut them back immediately. "She's awake." I heard a muffled voice and the torch was taken away from my face. "Set the fire... dinner is set." Someone said and the men left. I struggled to sit up but the pain wouldn't let me. Where was I? "Struggling is pointless, my dear. Don't worry, you are in safe hands." He smiled crookedly and sat down beside me. I wanted to shift away but I couldn't. I was too tired and weak. "Where am I?" I asked him. "You're with a hunting group." He replied. "We found you lying unconsciously by the river. Were you trying to commit suicide or something?" He questioned. I didn't know what to tell him but I was sure glad for his help. "Thank you for saving me." I simply said. The memories were still fresh; from the brutal rejection to being thrown down a cliff. I couldn't hold back my tears. I thought I was going to die and I was happy. I th