"It's because he saved me." Bubbles says in the softest tone that I have ever heard her use.My entire face scrunches up in confusion as I try to understand what she just said."What do you mean by he saved you?" I ask her slowly, and she sniffles as she leads the two of us to the waiting bench by the wall.After we're both settled, she starts to speak. "My parents were not the nicest people in the pack." I don't know why, but I immediately relate to her words."They used to hit me until I passed out, and there was nothing I could do about it. Harry might've not been an angel, but he saved me from them.""He did the only thing he knew how to when it came to punishments. When he found out that they hit their eleven-year-old daughter, he held a beheading." I gasp not because of her words but because of the small smile on her face as she says them."He saved me from them and took me into his house. He literally raised me after that, and I can't think of a world without him in it." She lo

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Someone booms in a pissed-off tone.I immediately jerk away from Harry like I've been bumped by him, and he lets me go."Nothing," I answer Oliver in a high-pitched tone, and he gives me a scrutinising look. He doesn't believe me.Even I don't believe me."Oliver..." Harry trails off, and I see the sharp look Oliver cuts his way before turning his full attention to me."What are you doing here?" He asks as he starts walking into the room."I came to check on this member of my pack." I don't know his name. Oliver notices. "There are other members of your pack who are safe for this one." Oliver grinds out, and I start to feel guilty.He's right. He's annoyingly right. What is wrong with me?"Oliver, she just came to check up on me. There's nothing wrong with that." Harry speaks in my favour, and for once, I wish I could seal his mouth shut.Oliver cuts a look Harry's way. "After what you've done, you don't even deserve anyone checking on you. Least of all, Isl

I scream, pushing Harry off me. But immediately after I do so, I realise that it's not Harry at all. Oliver is the one, and Harry was a figment of my imagination."Isla, what's wrong?" Oliver asks me in confusion, and I try to wrap my head around things. He stares at me expectantly, waiting for an answer, but I have none.How can I explain to him that I came to the image of another man instead of him? Worst of all, it's the man that Oliver is so insecure about."Nothing; it's nothing." I say to Oliver in the most unconvincing tone ever, and he stares at me warily."Isla, did I do something wrong? Was I too rough? I'm sorry; forgive me; it wasn't my intention." Oliver says in a desperate tone, and I'm shaking my head as guilt swells up in me.“No, no, no. Don't say that; you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just overwhelmed; that's it. You were perfect. Everything about you is perfect." And that's the problem."Are you sure?" He asks me, and I nod."I'm sure," I say with a smile. "Let's g

The woman explains to me what Harry did, and to say I'm shocked is an understatement. Harry? The Harry that I know ran into a house on fire and saved a child, risking his own life in the gesture.I can't believe this."Are you sure he's the one?" I can't help but ask the woman, and she nods gingerly."Yes, I'll forever be grateful to him, and right now he's in the infirmary. He inhaled a lot of smoke, and the doctors are treating him." The woman says, and I raise a brow.Why would he do such a thing?I don't allow my mind to linger much on it as the people start coming one by one to cross out their names on the list.By the time they're all finished and leave, I check the list to see that there are exactly sixty-six people remaining.I know that Harry's motives for such an act can't exactly be innocent and nice. I bet it's all a trick. I need to see him.No, Isla. You can't see him.You just made up with Oliver, and if he finds out about this, he won't be happy with the news at all. S

"You, Isla. You." Harry says in a serious tone with his eyes trained on me."You can say that," I say in a whisper as I clutch my chest."I can and I will. I know that you've been avoiding me, but I'm trying. I'm changing. I'm sorry for all that I've done to you, please." He says in a desperate tone, coming closer to me, and I stand up from my chair, moving to the deepest corner of my office so that I can be further away from him."You need to leave right now, Harry." I point out the door, trying to sound firm and strong when there's a tsunami going on inside me."Why?" He asks.Because if you don't leave right now, I might give in to whatever you ask of me, and I can't do that because he's my fiance, and you're the man that my heart keeps calling for, but I can't do anything about it because you've hurt me before, and I'm afraid you'll do it again.I don't dare say all of that to him, though. I just hold my breath and flex my shoulders."Because you're being inappropriate right now,