Emma. THREE MONTHS LATER. "Did you miss me," Declan said, pouring me a glass of wine? We were in a fancy restaurant, and I was wearing a short black lace dress. He looked handsome in his white shirt and his hair slick back. It was another dream, and I loved it. A glorious escape from my reality of work and mob assaults on my family members brought upon us by my dear daddy. "Do you want to talk about your day?" he asked, and I nodded, lifting the wine glass. I took a sip, and it didn't taste like wine. It was scented like lavender and tasted like honey, and I wasn't surprised. It was a dream, after all. "Work was hectic today. I had a lot of entries to make." I said, and he nodded and held my hand. "You are special, Emma, a part of my soul," he said, ignoring everything I had just told him, but it was alright. I was dreaming, and things weren't always going to happen as I had hoped. "A part of your soul?" I asked, and he nodded with a smile. "I am still searching for you," he sai
Emma. It had finally happened to us. What we all dreaded for years had finally happened. My father had failed us in every way. We sat in chains at the back of the van, dreading what awaited us. My mother and I wept. I knew Tomas couldn't save us anymore when they clamped the silver on my wrist. Beggers couldn't be choosers, really. I should have taken Tomas's offer. It had literally come in the morning. If I had said yes, this wouldn't have happened. Now I did not know what to do. No one ever gets freed, especially omegas. Once we find ourselves in the underworld service, we can never come out. We are as good as slaves. I did not know if they would keep us together or apart. I feard for my fate and my brothers'. We were physically appealing; they might use us for the pleasure service. Being Tomas's mistress was better than this. The van finally stopped, and we were ushered out. They led us into a tall building still in chains. We used the elevator to the floor they were taking us
Emma. I was led into a VVIP lounge with only Tomas there. The moment I stepped in, he came to hug me. I cringed at his touch, but I had no choice. "I hope they are treating you right?" He said, and I nodded. There was no point telling him what was really happening in the place. We suffered everything except for the beating. No one touched us with silver whips, thanks to Tomas's arrangement with them. "Come sit next to me," he said, sitting on a couch. We were not allowed to sit on the customer's couches, so I shook my head and remained standing. "Forget about the rules, Emma. You are exempted when you are with me," he said, and I reluctantly went to sit with him. Tomas played with my hair and kissed me on my lips, then breathed in my scent. "I am sorry I did not move quickly. I do not know why my phone was switched off. I placed it on the table at home and found it switched off when I returned. I am sorry, Emma," he said, sounding genuinely broken. Then he held my hand and kissed
Luca. Emma's scent had stayed with me since the day I kissed her at Alpha Gibson's doorstep. Although I had done it to save her from the embarrassment, it had stuck with me. She was sweet and helpful when I met her. She tried to strike up a conversation with me all through the bus ride, but I was undercover and needed to be inconspicuous. That was why I ignored her, but she was amusing. How she kept staring at me when she thought I wasn't looking was intriguing. She would often look away so I wouldn't catch her staring. As much as I wanted to get up and sit elsewhere, her scent filled my senses and gave me a calming peace. She seemed a bit timid and reserved, and I figured her Omega nature was the cause of it. From how we interacted, I noticed she tried to conquer that side of her and be daring once in a while. She was full of life and highly optimistic. The Emma I saw now is the complete opposite of the one I met on the bus. What must have happened that landed her into slavery? I k
Emma. I could not believe what had just happened. Declan's look-alike, Luca, was a mob boss, and he had just paid four million Leer for my sake. I was stunned. Ashley and I walked through the hallway. We tried the service elevator, and when it did not come, we took the stairs. "What did you do to have that man go crazy?" Ashley asked me with a tinge of jealousy in her voice, and I could not answer because I, too, was in disbelief. "A marriage, Emma. Do you know who that man is?" She said, and I was still tongue-tied. "He is the Alpha of Alphas, the freaking boss of all bosses. What the hell?" She said, sounding angry and scornful but being careful not to piss me off; after all, I was going to be the wife of this very man she was talking about and seeing how he took me from Don Marcelo, it was clear I wasn't to be toyed with. I smiled inwardly, remembering he had said something similar to Declan. He had said, Lavender and Honey. A weird combination that could not be mentioned by c
Emma. My mother became nervous immediately, adjusted everything and drank water to keep her breath fresh. She had told everyone to behave well and wear good clothes. The knock came, and Tevin went to answer the door. I did not know I was holding my breath until I exhaled when the person entered. Luca had come by himself. He looked good in a white t-shirt and blue-faded jeans. He did not look like a boss or an alpha; he looked like a rich guy with no care in the world. His stern expression was softened by the smile on his face. The man was handsome. I saw my mother blushing when he kissed the back of her hand. He was a charmer. She offered him a seat and tea. He politely accepted the offer and relaxed. "Emma, come on," my mother said, and I walked to where they were. He looked up at me and smiled. "It is good to see some light in your eyes this morning," He said to me, and I smiled a bit and bowed my head. "Good morning, alpha.." I said, not knowing what to call him but not wanting
Emma. I was still sleeping when I heard a banging on my door. I woke up and looked outside. It was evening time. I must have been exhausted. I guess I was just trying to catch up on the sleep my body missed for the one month my family was held as slaves. I got up and went to open the door. I was surprised to see it was Luca. He was fuming with anger, but he was controlling himself. I got a bit scared and stepped back. I honestly did not know him, nor did I know what he was capable of. I might have dreamt of someone that looked like him, but I did not know him. It would be stupid of me to land myself in a mess with him. "Calm down, Emma," he said, controlling his breathing, and I could feel his rage. "Where are your stuff?" He asked me, and I pointed at the bag by the cupboard. I was yet to unpack. "Did you tell her we are married?" He asked me, and I shook my head. I honestly did not know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. He went to pick up my bag from where it was. "Did you
Luca. When I returned home, one of my men told me my mother had put Emma in the servant quarters, which made my blood boil. I had just taken her away from that kind of life; It was wrong and derogatory for my mother to do such a thing. I knew she was an omega, but it did not give her the right. I walked into the house fuming, and my mother greeted me at the door. "You stayed too long out there?" she said, coming to hug me. I let her and then pulled away. "Where is my wife?" I asked her, and she frowned at me. "Emma," I said, and realisation dawned on her. "Emma is your wife? When did you marry her, and why was I not informed?" she asked accusingly. "It was quiet. We both agreed we did not want something loud, and I am not a child. I do not need permission to get married," I told her, and she looked hurt. "How could you tie yourself to a low-level Omega? They are just for pleasure and service. How could you? Do you know how important the position you occupy is? You can't hold on