Novels by Emily lee

In the days that followed after I had revealed everything, Dameon was very gentle with me. He seemed worried about even touching me sometimes. He probably didn't want to scare me again, especially after knowing what happened to me. While I appreciated his concern it was really not necessary. I Trusted him with everything I had. And I sealed that trust by telling him my truth.The past still haunts me. I still get nightmares and horrible flashbacks. I still get anxious and sad and mad and all those negative feelings that have been pent up inside me for so long. But I also felt a bit lighter. I felt like a weight had come off my chest. It was really nerve-wracking to confess my past to him. Because I was afraid of judgment. Afraid of it being real.But all that mattered to Dameon was that I had been hurt. That's it. He didn't think of me as disgusting or dirty or bad the things I thought of myself because of what happened to me. He cared that I had been harmed, cared that I had been har

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down before continuing. "M-my dad left the pack when I was six. That forced my mom and I to live with my stepfather..."I went into the story of how she died from sickness and how abandoned I felt by my father."A-all I had left was Alpha Eric. But he--" my voice cracked, my heart caving in. I didn't know if I could say it. Saying It made it real. It made me have to acknowledge that it actually happened.Dameon looked like he was about to stop the whole thing, and I felt the need to press on. I wanted to get it out. I can do this."He liked...hurting me. U-Uh, it was fun for him, I think," I scratched at my hair, looking down so I didn't have to see his reaction."It all started when I was 10. After my mom died, He would Burn me. T-Try to drown me. Other stuff, too. I don't really remember it all. What I do know was that he would beat me almost every d-day. He would let his friends do it too. And when I m-misbehaved, he would lock me down in

When I got to school, everything was going well there, too, that was, up until lunch. I was walking down the hallway to meet Jake in the cafeteria when I bumped into the last person I wanted to see. Brianna."S-sorry," I said with wide eyes, quickly backing up. I tried to leave but her presence held me there, her arms crossed as she glared at me."Why didn't you reply to my message?" she asks.I already felt sweaty, my stomach turning in circles. "I-I didn't know what to say...""I would take that as you were at my house. You went into my room, didn't you?""No..." I bit my lip, avoiding her harsh glare. God, we may be the same height, but she was 10 times more intimidating than I Could ever be."Oh yeah? Well, my mom said differently. So it wasn't enough to steal Jake away? You had to go into my private space?"I clenched my fists, anger building up to the surface. "I-I-You were the one who scratched me out of the photo! You called me fake!"I regret

"N-no," I wheezed in panic as I woke up from my nightmare. "Please don't-Please-" I whimpered. "D-Don't hurt me," I cried in a small voice, trembling as I shielded myself with my arms.The dark figure looms over me and it hits me that this feels all too real now."It's me, shortcake. You're safe, "Dameon's voice filters through the air, and I realize where I am now, the familiar nickname registering. My eyes adjust to the darkness, seeing him clearly. He looked strange-expression distorted by confusion, anger, and worry. All at the same time."O-Oh," I gasped, realizing I just said that to him. A wave of nausea rushed over me, and I threw the covers off me, stumbling out of bed as I rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind me as I fell on my knees at the toilet. I clutched the seat, recalling the horrible image of my stepfather. It was enough to have me vomiting up every last thing inside me, as little as that is.I heard Dameon outside, his voice laced with concern. "W

I woke up the next day feeling extremely depressed. I know I have always been depressed, But I was really feeling better lately. I should've known that would only last so long. I couldn't bring myself to move even an inch, much less get out of bed. I just wanted to lay wrapped up in the blankets all day.I watched as Dameon got ready, putting on a fresh shirt, and wearing his belt. His gaze came back to me almost every minute, and I could almost feel the unease emanating from him. Once he was done, he came to my side of the bed, kneeling down."Are you sure you're fine here? I can call in sick at work. Take you out," he said, his hand lightly caressing my face.I shook my head soberly but gave him a faint smile. "I-It's okay. I don't really wanna go anywhere,"He nodded in understanding, but he still looked conflicted. "I made some food for you. It's in the fridge,""Thank you." I nearly started to cry again at the sweet gesture, but held it in."Promise me you're going to eat it. Yo

I slowly remove my trembling hands from over my ears. "I'm scared," I whispered, refusing to open my eyes."I'm here. It's alright,"I felt the familiar press of his hands on my shoulders, but I was not convinced at all. I know there was a larger problem at hand, that being Tristen finding out my identity, but all I could think about was one thing."You saw them, Dameon," my voice cracked into a sob. "You saw the scars,"He pulled me close, letting me put all my weight against him. "It's okay," he said softly, holding me through my distress. "I'm not gonna make you say anything about it,"My chest heaves in anguish. "I'm so ashamed,""No, no, baby. There's no need to be. Not with me,"But I was beyond consoling, completely lost on him as I broke down. It was going to be a long night.I listened to the pattering of rain on the roof, still reeling from what went down. I was in the bedroom while Dameon was making dinner downstairs to give me some space. Not that I would be able to get a