Ken's POV

When we got home that day, I didn't know how to tell our daughter that her mom just didn't want to be with us.


I knew what she passed through was still affecting her, I expected it, but I really didn't think it'd be that bad.

It was like she was ever with us. Always zoning out and being busy in her head.

'Where's mama?" My baby said, as we walked in.


She had already seen the scene Isla made. I didn't know what to say as I didn't fully know how much of it she actually did comprehend.

'Your Mama is going to be back soon." I replied her, with a tickle of her belly.


'Why didn't she come back with us? " She asked.

'She had things to do." I almost didn't believe myself. I was lying to my own daughter. That definitely was not in my list of things to do as a dad. I had a whole bucket list, which I improved as soon as Isla re-entered our lives, and being a lying dad wasn't on it.

'Alright." She sounded so funny when she said things that made her look grown up. 'I just want her to sing to me." She continued.

It's the first time I smiled since Isla left us.

'Easy peasy, little pumpkin." I replied, lifting her up while she protested in giggles and chuckles. 'I need you to sleep whether or not mama gets back before you do, humph?" I kept on teasing and prodding her, holding all the hurt to myself.

The staffs in the palace sure sensed that something was off, it really only took only a few days for them to discover.

As soon as she slept off, I left her with her maid in charge and headed to the room Isla and I shared when things were good.

It struck me how she was with us and wasn't at the same time. Isla never let me touch her, all the while she had been back.

It always felt like I was living with a stranger. I admitted to myself that I git tired at some point, but I wasn't willing to pressure her as I rightly thought it'd have only made things worse.

At some point when she left us, I regretted being so lax. I wanted her to be comfortable, that was the only reason I took it easy on her.

A few of the palace maids had caught me masturbating, lubricating myself with my own juice.

I never let her feel like she was starving me of herself, but somehow, that still wasn't enough for her.

'How did I go wrong?" I asked myself. Somehow, I managed to explain it to the kid, but not myself.

It didn't make sense, couldn't make sense.

'There's no point trying to find your fault." A very familiar voice said from behind me.

I was half drunk already but I recognised the voice. It was Margo.

Due to no fault of hers, each time Isla left, the only person she left for me was Margo, and I was pretty sure it was the same thing for Margo.

'Why are you here?" I asked her. I didn't have the strength and time for familiarity.

I was cool with Margo, really cool with her, but in times like those, we easily could've slipped and banged the fuck out of each other like we did the last time.

'You don't have to be pissy about it, Alpha." She replied to me.

I looked at her and saw the letter in her hand, handwritten. I was almost dead drunk, but it sparked curiosity.

'What is in your hand?" I asked her.

'Isla's letter to you. Sorry I snooped." She apologized and handed it over to me.

'What does it say?" I asked her.

I was too drunk to make out the words there.

'I've spent way more time than I intended to." She said, taking Isla's letter back from me. 'I'm not going to read it all over again, for fear that I'll get overly emotional, and I dont want to." She continued.

'The essence of the letter us that she has some unfinished business, which she gas gone to sort, and after which she'd see you. No location, no specific detail, nothing. Just a bunch of words so you don't go looking for her." Margo said. She was already on the verge of tears. 'I have to go now." Margo turned immediately and left.

It was like my whole world was crumbling on me again, this time, with a little bit of my permission.

Why was I so unfortunate?

It hadn't always been like that for me.

My dad abandoned me and left with his mistress and my elder brother when I was only a kid. I became an alpha a little too early, and that had cost the pack a lot, some of which we were still trying to recover from.

A lot of people thought I was the golden kid, the fortunate one, but I really wasn't.

My mom was an alcoholic till she passed from her addiction and a broken heart.

I had been trying to reconnect with my dad, only for me to hear that he had passed, from a rogue pack attack.

I inherited the kingdom and inherited the attack from rogue packs too. It'd been one after the other, afflicting Silverhaven.

The one thing I'd always stand on, the one hill I'd die on, is the fact that I got the best mate.

Isla was… sweet. She was perfect. She was my angel, my world. I wanted to impress her all day and everyday. The cherry on top was our little baby girl.

Things were fairly good up till the attack before the latest rogue attack.

It was the bloodiest. The one in which I lost Iska, and never got her back.

It sucked to know what she had been through. What sucked more was the fact that she also had very little of her memory left.

I almost couldn't stand her with the muscular ‘Kael' guy. To think that days after he passed, she still talked about him dreamily and was so horribly stuck on him.

I was the victim of the universe's worst jokes.

I poured myself another glass of wine, for all the ugly memories.