Lucy and Eden looked at me and I could tell that they were confused on what to do.
“Isabella has always been smart in situations like this.” Cassandra pointed out. “now let’s go, we have a lot of things to get done at home.”
“You don’t have to do this Isabella.” Eden cried. “We will fight for you. You don’t have to let them bully you into this.”
I smiled at my sister with tears in my eyes. I gently took her hand in mine after stepping forward. “You’ve thought me to be strong. I can handle myself sister. Please look after your family now.”
She opened her mouth to oppose but I quickly shushed her. After saying goodbye to my sisters once more, it was time to leave.
I was going back to the council.
I was going to have to marry Alpha Jerome.
And I was about to lose my life while doing so …
***HUnTER***
“Are you not going to eat anything brother?” Esma asked me as she shoved a plate in front of me.
I looked at the food as though it was my enemy. I didn’t feel like eating. It has been hell without Isabella by my side and each day got worse than the last. I missed everything about her. Her stubborn nature, the slight blush to her cheeks, the way she said my name, the way her eyes lit up when she saw me, the small m***s from her mouth whenever I touched her intimately. Damn it, I missed so much about this woman.
I missed the way her body arched towards me as though she would die if she didn’t get closer. I was so messed up that I even missed our arguments.
I missed having her by my side at night, even though we didn’t get much of that. The little that we did was enough to leave an everlasting effect. Each day got harder to digest and I was still no closer to finding out more about Maggie’s whereabouts these past years. Things were becoming worse at home, she kept trying to get closer to me and my body kept retaliating. Isabella had left such an impact on me that no one had the ability to touch me again.
I looked at the food on the plate and turned my face away from it, just looking at it made me feel sick to my stomach.
“I don’t want any Esma.”
She winced at my tone. I didn’t mean for my words to be that harsh but I’ve been extremely cranky after Isabella left.
“Please Hunter, you need to eat something. You haven’t eaten anything since Isabella left!”
My jaw clenched. “I haven’t been hungry. That’s why.”
“for three whole days?” She demanded from me.
My hands tightened around the corners of the table and my nails dug into it. Any second now and the furniture would break from the pressure of my palms. “I don’t want to talk about this right now Esma. I have enough on my mind, I don’t want to eat.”
The truth was I couldn’t bring myself to eat. I couldn’t do it without Isabella next to me. I felt like I didn’t even deserve food until I brought her back. I often wondered in what condition she was in. I was tempted to go look for her, to make sure that she was doing alright without me but I knew that the moment I went after her and caught a whiff of her scent coupled with her beautiful smile, I would be a complete goner.
I hung my head and wondered how I’d come to this. It felt like I didn’t have a life without my sweet Isabella.
“What are you doing to yourself Hunter?” Esma questioned.
I looked up at her upset tone; she barely ever spoke to me like that. She was always soft spoken when speaking to me. It felt unusual to hear her speak this way.
“What do you mean?” I asked her.
“You’re clearly miserable without Isabella. It’s quite clear to me who you really love. You were doing a lot better when you thought Maggie was dead and when you accepted Isabella to be your wife. In fact you were starting to look happy again. now you’re left with Maggie and Isabella is gone and I’ve never seen you look this way, not even when we’d all thought that Maggie was dead. That should be your answer if you’re having any doubts or questions about this entire situation. If everyone around you that cares about you can see it. Then why can’t you? I saw the way Isabella looked at you, she adored and respected you. It was quite clear that she was completely heartbroken when she left here. Why haven’t you gone to her as yet? What are you waiting on brother?” She demanded. “I hate to see you like this. Stop hurting yourself. first you spent all of these years blaming yourself for Maggie’s death when she wasn’t dead at all. I watched you suffer day after day and I never said anything, I understood that you needed to grieve for your dead mate. But this is completely different. The woman that you’re missing and craving is still alive. Why are you sitting here and sulking when you can go to her? Tell me brother, you’re denying yourself happiness for what exactly? She’s alive and well, go and bring her back before it’s too late!”
I was surprised by Esma’a outburst; she was not someone to ever get this worked up over something. My sister was always the quiet one, for her to explode like this it must have been bothering her a lot.
I opened my mouth to respond but closed it shut again. What was I to respond to that?
Her words were completely true. Everything she’d said was spot on. Why was I denying myself happiness? I was beginning to think that I liked to see myself unhappy. I kept preventing that happiness from entering my life over and over again.
Esma’s eyes moved to something behind me and I followed her gaze to find Bruce at the doorway. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. I never liked to see him like this. The last time I’d seen him look this worried he’d brought to my attention that Maggie might be alive and it turned out to be true.
What could be the problem now?
“Did you hear the news?” He asked me. The man looked like he’d just run a marathon.
I wasn’t concerned with whatever he had to tell me however. I didn’t care about anything as long as Isabella wasn’t involved. She was the only thing on my mind recently, the world could end right now and it wouldn’t bother me as much as losing her did.
“There’s news of an upcoming wedding in the council.”
My eyes snapped to his at the mention of the black council. A wedding? Who else could be getting married so soon? I didn’t know of any recent wedding arrangements.
“I’m not sure you want to see this.” He said as he held something like a wedding invitation close to his chest.
I narrowed my eyes. What could be so bad that he didn’t want to show to me?
“Give it to me Bruce.”
“I’ll give it to you once you promise not to overreact.”
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