Talia's(Isla) POV



'I want to know." He insisted. 'It would give me a better perspective. You're not the Isla I knew months ago, I think I need to know what's going on now." He continued. I don't like how Ken was wanting to have these difficult conversations right now. If I wasn't feeling so shitty, I'd be asleep. I wished I was, at least I'd be spared all these.

'We had it back to back for far less than a month. I had just agreed to give him a chance, even though my wolf wasn't for it." I replied to him. I heard him let out a shaky breath. I felt bad, horrible indeed. If I knew Kael would not have lasted for long, I would just have held back till the end, or maybe I'd have given in sooner. It's no use basking in all that memory. My fate, now again, lies in a strange man's arms.

'Isla, you really do not remember me at all?" Ken asked. He sounded hurt and broken. If I thought I felt bad before, now I feel twice as bad.


'I'm sorry." It was the only thing my brain could think of. He's known me for barely a day and I'm already causing him so much hurt.

He let my hand go and I withdrew. Then there was that silence I saw coming. The silence where we were both processing what just happened.


'We can still make this work." He sounded positive. Even though he was close to me, he felt so distant, so far away.

'Are you sure?" I replied to him. I'd hate for him to realize that he can't take it anymore when we are already in the middle of it all.

'Yeah. I kinda had sex with Margo too." He confessed. I took a while to process it. Firstly, I didn't know Margo, but she's already an enemy. She had sex with Ken, my supposed husband. If he's telling me this way, it means she does mean something to me.

'How was it?" I asked him. My tone was in between dry, and concerned. I needed to know who she was.

'We both never saw or spoke after that." He started, treading softly. 'I was informed that she had come to tell me something. It's the first and only time we saw since you…" He broke the sentence there, but I knew what he was about to say.

'I'm listening." I prodded him. Maybe he thought I was going to be annoyed, maybe that's why he had that look on his face and breathed so stiffly, but I didn't care. I need to know what I need to know. .

'One thing led to the other, really, Isla. We were talking about you and how life was so empty without you, and how nothing seemed beautiful or worth it without you in our lives. And it was an honest conversation. Life was bland, babe, I missed you. I already gave up." He paused, waiting for me to respond to what he had just said. Ken really does have a lot to learn about this new 'Isla", if she was his expressive little baby, I could be stone cold sometimes, and he might have to be dealing with that.

'I'm still listening, Ken." I said to him.

He breathed heavily and picked up from where he left off.

'The something important was supposed to come right before, in a moment of blindness, mixed with hurt and grief, I leaned in for a kiss." His voice was really shaky and unsteady. I didn't expect that from a man made so perfect. It could have been literally anyone else but him. He was perfect, the kind of man that would tell people to walk on their head and they would gladly do it without raising an eyebrow. Isla must have been such a lucky bitch. Why then did she die?

'I'm with you, Ken." If there's one thing I sensed from all the breaks he was taking, it's that he was really truly remorseful, and also that he is a really soft person. I could work with that. In fact, it's really all I need. He's so in touch with his emotions that I don't feel explaining mine would be as difficult.

'She did not resist. And I did not have the brain to stop. We went at it till we got too far. I'm ashamed to say more, babe, but that was it. Just once, and I felt horrible. I felt unworthy of remembering you, of ever having you. I still do sometimes. I understand if you never love me again, bui couldn't live without telling you." Ken was near tears and sounded so pathetic. I didn't mean to be so stiff and act so inhumane, but I wasn't even annoyed or pained or anything he wanted me to feel. For all I care, all that is in the past. All I need right now is the man he already is, not the man he was forced to be. I mean, I could relate. I had sex with someone my wolf didn't like. It really could've killed me, or both of us. If our wolves weren't joined and we kept forcing them, nothing good could ever come out of it.

'That's all in the past, Ken." I said finally, putting him out of his misery. 'I hope you can get over mine the way I have yours. I'll get to know you all over again, and that only counts, not the man you used to be. As you know, I barely have any memories." I said. It felt good too. He calmed down and put his hand across the bed, halfway from me. I wanted to reach across and hold him, but something told me he'd be better processing his thoughts alone.

'Is it too soon to ask what you and your creoy doctor have planned?" I asked him. His smiles showed that he was grateful for the change in subject. He turned and lay on his side, facing me. I was still turned upward, a part of me felt it was rude, but another part also felt he was happy being my audience.

'No." He replied immediately. 'Ideally, I should feel you in." He added. 'So we are burying him first thing in the morning, before dawn…"

'What the fuck?! Ate you jealous of him even in death?!" I cut in. I wish I held myself back.