OUR SERENDIPITY

afterwards." "Just call it off," Amelia ever the voice of reason says "this is not going to end well, and I can clearly see it!" Isabella stares at her friends, "you two were of great h

burning wood. It suddenly feels warm and the scent carries the memories of bonfire with it. The smell of fire, consuming, invading. Setting Isabella's Nerves on fire. She feels discomfort and safe it scares her she barely knows the man She turns her head when footsteps near the door and the man walks in. Isabella holds her breath, suddenly it feels like the whole room is burning and the cold fire leaps against her skin because she is in the middle of that flame. "That's Jaxon," Liam speaks, "there." Isabella can't breathe. Her nostrils fill with the alpha's scent and she can't look away while Jaxon looks just as glued to the spot. The alpha's eyes flash golden for a second before Jaxon coughs, walking into the room with a smile, "hello." "I think we should give them some time alone," Amelia's voice sounds weak, she looks at isabella resolutely, "they need to talk about this. We might interrupt." Liam nods, "I mean, that makes sense-" "I am tired of walking around," Andrew sighs and complains, "I am not moving." " Isabella , how about you show him the set?" Chloe asks, a small smile on her lips and his eyes urging isabella to obey. Isabella thinks if given the chance, Chloe can surely take the role of a parent. She's the oldest of the trio She grits out a smile, "sure, sure. Follow me?" Jaxon nods, following him out. Jaxon can't help but take notice of the her attire when she walks past him in a hurry. Those soft strands of hair falling all over her glaring green eyes. That long coat doesn't hide those collarbones at all. Where the pendant of the necklace lies so elegantly The scent of the omega makes Jaxon halt. The smell of fire poppy. A flower that grows with the help of fire. When everything else burns to ashes from the touch of the flames, this flower grows from that ash. People say, it's the fire's love, blooming in a flower. What?" Isabella asks, noticing how Jaxon has stopped walking. Jaxon shakes his head, shoving those thoughts at the corner of his brain, "nothing. Where are you taking me?" Isabella sighs, waves for Jaxon to follow him to her office "come in." "It's nice," Jaxon looks around, eyes taking in everything, "well-" Isabella curses, arms crossed over her chest and glare fixed on Jaxon, "drop the formalities. We need to talk about a lot of things." Jaxon pauses, eyes on the her now, "we can't be civil about that? And I was trying to be polite" Isabella's lips curl in disgust, "I am not here to make friends." Jaxon's jaw tightens, "I see. Well, then," he goes to sit on the small couch, "tell me what you want." Isabella takes the other side of the couch, "we need to fix a few things. First, we have to get married." "My family will not listen to anything I say," isabella sighs, shakes her head, "so we have to go with your plan." Jaxon hums, "my family is not leavin