Damon's POV “That's not what I'm doing.” Emily replied. “Then tell me why your watch is not in your hand? Did you get busy? Was it in your way of doing something? Why did you take it off? Oh, or is my ring gonna start bothering you anytime soon too? Would you like to take that too off?” I was so pissed, and already failing at keeping my cool. “I visited Dathan earlier in the day.” She swallowed hard. “I must have left it there.” “Is that a probability or you're sure you did?” I asked her. “I'm sure I did.” Emily replied. “May I ask why you were there?” I asked, towering over her. “No.” She said, I paused a bit. Maybe she's lost her mind. “No, you may not.” “That's just a fancy way of asking. Pardon my manners.” I chuckled a bit. “Why were you in Dathan’s room? Alone?” I added for emphasis. “I need peace and quiet from the chaos in this palace.” She replied. Emily's head was bent in subordination, but her replies couldn't have been more rebellious. “And
Emily's POV “Hey.” I said, as soon as Dathan picked the call. “I see you're one stubborn girl.” Dathan laughed. “I'm your Luna.” I said, in mock contempt of how he addressed me. “Pardon me, Ma'am.” Dathan replied in the same tone. “I'm really sorry for whatever I've cost you.” I apologised, getting to the business of why I called. I didn't care if Damon had my calls intercepted. If he wasn't gonna let me see Dathan physically, I had to do it some other way. “Are you?” He asked, humour in his voice. “Are you really sorry?” “Uhm. I guess that depends on what being sorry entails.” I replied to him. “It kinda involves repenting, not repeating.” Dathan said, chuckling. “Then I'm not.” I replied, with utmost conviction. “But that's if it's totally fine with you.” “I've got nothing to lose.” Dathan said. “Lost them all already.” “You don't mean that.” I brushed his attempt at stoicism away. “What are you doing?” I asked him. “Do you want to invite me to d
Dathan’s POV “Breathe.” I told Emily as we walked through the dark corridors in the palace. “I'm trying to.” She replied, chuckling nervously. “Alright.” I said. I didn't want to embarrass her, or make her too self conscious. “Are you sure this is safe?” Emily asked. We were already approaching the elevator at the end of the corridor. At that point, if Damon opened his door, I'd have been caught in the most unexplainable of situations. Hand in hand with his Luna, in the dim lit corridor, heading for an elevator to shoot us all the way up. Thankfully, he didn't, and in no time, we were on our way up to the top of the palace. “Ever been in an elevator before?” I asked Emily. “No.” She replied. I could tell from how unsteady she was. We were defying gravity, and the feeling could make a first timer sick in the stomach. “It's no big deal, really. You'll get used to it.” I put her at ease. Emily and I stood side by side, she was too scared to move an inch, for fea
Emily's POV “How are you, really?” I asked Dathan. He seemed confused, which in turn made him defensive, a little too defensive. “I don't know these days.” He answered. “Why? Just say it. However it comes to your mind. That's the most original feeling.” “My mother wouldn't have thought that.” He replied. “You still miss her, don't you?” I asked, looking at his sunken eyes and jutting neckline. “Yeah.” He admitted. “Even though we never really were best of friends.” “Why is that?” I asked him. It's weird to imagine. Mothers are usually closer to the last born. “I've always asked myself that question.” He said, sighing. “At least up till last year. A curious mind is a disaster waiting to happen.” “What does that mean?” I asked him. My curiosity was beginning to peak,and Dathan didn't look like he was in a rush to tell the story. “I asked all the hard questions, had to. I noticed mom was beginning to get a little too aggressive. Stopped asking, I even contem
Damon's POV “Emily!” I yelled in the corridors. The palace was almost empty, it was night, and my voice was just coming right back to me, no response. There was just one more confirmation I needed to make my conclusion. I stormed to Dathan’s room, and opened the door without any further preamble. There was no need for it. Dathans room was neatly put together, but deserted. I had to do something, I also needed assistance. “Farh?” I asked as I heard a grunt over the phone. “Yes, sir.” He answered. His voice was very deep. “Emily is missing.” I said. I didn't mean to raise an alarm. But my mind was already playing different types of scenarios. I blinked rapidly, trying to imagine what she could be up to, but my mind kept failing me. I was fatigued, but not just that, I actually didn't know her too well. I thought about all the places in the palace she could be, cuddled up with Dathan. Their absence couldn't be coincidental. One sure would know where the other was.
Emily's POV As I closed the door behind me, I expected the worst. I expected loud yelling voices, maybe the brawl would even escalate into their wolf forms. , My heart went out to Dathan, as I felt guilty for putting him in that situation. “I think we need to talk.” Damon's voice broke into my thoughts. I froze as I heard him. Somehow, I've had the guts to do whatever I wanted all the while, maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was just the fact that I was beside Dathan. “I'm sorry.” I croaked. “Don't be.” He replied, with a wave of his hand. “I just needed air.” I added. “I hope you got enough?” He asked, looking at my face. I felt I saw a little smile creep up on his face. “Nearly.” I replied to him. “Why nearly?” He asked me. “You've been out for almost an hour.” “I'd need more than that to solve the puzzles here.” I replied to him, pointing to my head. “How do you feel about me?” He asked me. “I haven't had much time to form an opinion.” I said.
Emily's POV “Hello, sunshine.” Damon turned and greeted me as soon as I opened the door to his room. Usually, he was still sleeping, or grumpy. He'd grunt and make all sorts of noises, without properly acknowledging me. I'd bear it all, telling myself that it was only a matter of time before he was out of his palace. But that Tuesday was different. I had on pink pants and a silky black shirt that Nala picked off the rack, using her discretion. I thanked her for it silently in my head as I paired it with the pink pants and it went so perfectly well. I packed my hair in a high ponytail, and put on some fancy bands with coral decors. I looked like the perfect PA, even I knew it. It's how I saw women dress online. I didn't know who I was gonna be working with asides Damon, I needed to make a good impression. “Good morning, Damon.” I replied, feeling a little bit uneasy. “You look pretty.” He said, smiling like a puppy. “Thank you.” I replied again, out of courtesy. “I'
Damon's POV “We have two hours before going downtown to meet with someone else.” I said. Emily had been acting weird, and I knew why. “Okay.” She replied. I stood behind her, but close to her. We were going to the twentieth floor of The Damon Empire. The elevator ride would take about three to five minutes. “Do you have questions?” I asked. “Not really.” Emily replied. “Am I taking this job from someone else?” “She's interim.” I answered her, clearing my throat. It was the truth. “I don't know if I like the sound of that.” Emily replied. I chuckled. For someone as stubborn and strong-headed as she proved to be she also had a really soft heart. I just knew life with her was going to be very interesting. “You're mine, Emily. That's no one's job but yours.” Finally we arrived on the floor that housed my office. I had two prospective buyers coming in. We were thinking of expanding our exporting territories and so, we invited them to see if we can start sending oi
Emily's POV “Shoot!” Lucas groaned, “We should've picked something up for you.” “Yeah.” I said, lacking more words. “I think my jacket will suffice.” He tugged at his beard, ruminating on his idea. “I'm quite dirty.” I shied off. “So am I.”Lucas replied to me, winking. “Not that kind please.” I shut him down. “Take this.” He took it off, and forced it on me. Beneath his jacket, was a snow-white, tight fitting shirt. I could see the strand of his muscles through it, and his neck tattoo peeking from the collar. Lucas stretched his hand, and took mine as we walked in. We were given VIP passes, for obvious reasons, but I saw how every other person was checked in. “When did you buy the place?” I asked him. “I've owned it for a while now, I'm not exactly good with dates.” He replied, getting the door for us. “I hope you don't mind the ground floor?” He asked me. “I do not actually. It saves me from being stuck in the elevator with people who might recognise
Emily's POV “What was that about?” I asked Lucas. We parted on very awful terms, which is why I had more than a hundred questions for him. “That?” He replied, looking at me. “That is how you treat a fucker!” He said. “Did you kill her?” I croaked, looking around, it was just us both in the car, but Lucas was driving and the backseat was empty. “That's a waste of precious bullets.” He snorted. “Those things cost a lot now.” “Why did you do what you did?” I asked him. Finally I was able to sit up, but I had to support myself with my hands. “You.” He replied, smiling at me. “Please focus on the road.” I said quickly. He kept looking at me like we weren't having the convo on transit, it was like he wasn't the one driving. “What about me?” I asked. “I struggled to hear you both, but you didn't sound like you were enthusiastic about me.” “That's the trick, love. You'll learn it. You don't let people know how much value you place on things and people. They could u
Lucas's POV “You must have knocked your head hard, thinking you can come to me with this kind of nonsense.” Adrian laughed at me. I wished he knew I was not in a good mood. My pack supplies were drying up, our ammunition, at least. And while there was no war at hand, it was a bother. As rogues, when there's no storm, it's pre-storm. We've fought all our lives, it's all we know to do. “Bring her.” I instructed my man, who had Lillian. He dragged her over to me, gently though, waiting patiently as she wobbled with Adrian's bastard. I looked in his face, for emotions, and OOH, there were. I saw angry lines across his forehead. “Get me my gun.” I said to the other guy. I heard a female whimper, Emily I think. It made me more eager to finish the business I was there for. “What are you thinking?!” Adrian challenged me. “Watch and see.” I smiled, waiting for my silver pistol. I had no patience for trash. There was serious business to get back to. “How about you le
Emily's POV “You don't even want to hear me speak?” I asked. I was hurt, bruised, wounded. But nothing would stop my mouth, except if he gags me of course “It's not that I don't want to hear you speak, Emily. The problem is that you've been doing too much talking. In fact, you've been the only one talking since the beginning of his relationship and I think that's the only reason why we are where we are at this point.” Adrian said, like he was fact-checking me. I couldn't believe my ears. “You know what? I don't think you believe what you are saying, because if you did, you'd be able to look me in the eye and throw these accusations at me. But because you don't, it's easy for you to face the other side and say things like you don't know who you're talking about.” I replied. “Don't get feisty with me, woman. My boys are hungry.” He threatened. “And if they are, it'd be for your blood. Not mine.” I shot back at him. Adrian gave the most sinister cackle I ever heard. I wo
Emily's POV The shower was cold, or at least it felt so. The bread tasted stale. I got pissed at everything that was happening. I wanted to kick and punch and fight, and rant, and nag, and destroy. More than all, I wanted answers. Why am I the one all those things happened to? Couldn't I have gotten a better lot? Did the universe really single me out for all this punishment? I tried to wrap my head around how the future would look. It was from one scandal to another, between packs. The comment sections of the blogs online were killing me. Women were wishing they were me, others were thanking their stars that they weren't, the men bashed me and dragged myself and everything I stood for through the mud. “Who's there?” I asked, pausing my mental breakdown to focus on who was at my door. I booked a night at the hotel, and I knew my time was almost up, but fuck knows that I couldn't get out of there, not with the way I looked and felt. No answer came, but I didn't hear foot
Emily's POV “I'm sorry, that's so unprofessional of me.” Sasha apologised. “It's human, not unprofessional.” I excused her. “Matter of fact, can we be more unprofessional going forward? I think I like that vibe.” I smiled. “Sure, Emily. Thankfully, there are no audio requirements from this session.” “Gracias.” I said. “Back to your story, darling…” She smiled. “What else do you want to know?” I asked. “How did you let a man take control?” She asked me. “Is that beneficial to this interview?” I questioned. “Maybe.” She answered. “Alright. Adrian and I got together just a few months after a very lavish party that was thrown in Mount Leigh. It was the talk of town for weeks, all three Alphas were there.” “I heard about that. “She acknowledged. “And how was the party, if I may ask?” “You may not. It was hell.” I said. “Back to Adrian then.” She moved on. “Well, he seemed cool. We had lunch at his house one day, and he seemed pretty awesome, my kin
Emily's POV “Hello Emily, I'm Sasha, and I'm downstairs.” she said. I passed out a bit in the bed where I also scattered the contents of my purse. It'd been a long day, long week, long life! “Hmm, I'm coming.” I answered her, still sleepy-eyed. “No, you don't have to. Just tell them to let me up. I'd hate to be a bother that much.” Sasha said. “Uhm, okay. Can you give her the phone?” I asked. “It's a guy down here.” Sasha informed me. “Oh, yeah, please. Give it to him.” I said, remembering that it was a guy I met too. “Hi Ma'am.” He greeted me. “Hello, I'm sorry, I can't remember your name anymore. Please let her up. I'm Emily Baron, check that on your register.” I croaked. “Alright ma'am. Room service was in your room earlier, but you were unresponsive, would you like to have them back now?” He asked “Yes please, I could use some water.” I answered. “Coming right on. Have a nice stay, ma'am.” He said and handed the phone back to her. I cut the
Emily's POV “I hate this life.” I said to myself as I stopped by Zac's house to pick the rest of my stuff. “I'm heading for Zachary's apartment.” I said to the doorman, hoping he'd recognise me. “Oh, yes I remember you. But Mr Zac is not at home.” He said. “That's fine, he knows I'd be coming to grab my things.” I said, in a rush. I also tried to hide the fact that I was getting a little bit fidgety. “I hope he didn't hurt you?” The man asked. I was literally at the verge of screaming for him to just let me go, but I saw that it was out of concern and experience, so I let him off the hook. “I really don't want to talk about it,” I said, smiling sadly. “I understand.” The man replied. “Policy is that you cannot be in over ten minutes, so I'd ask that you be quick.” “That will do. Thank you so much.” I said and dashed into the elevator. I know it was a little stupid that I'd do that stunt on my own, knowing that Zyna had access to his place, but I'm sure if any
Damon's POV “How do you feel?” I asked Emily. We'd just ridden back from the hospital. Zac was to be operated on in a few hours, Adrian's diagnosis was out, and they found absolutely nothing wrong with him, but they had to watch him. “I don't know.” She replied. She sat still in her car, even minutes after she'd turned the engine off. I waited for two full minutes before she whined down the glasses. “That's normal.” I said, rubbing her hand. But she drew back suddenly from my touch. “Something is wrong.” I said. “I'll see you later, Damon.” She said, starting the engine. “There's no way I'm letting you leave like this.” I objected. “It's not up to you.” She replied, and pressed a button to shut her car glasses. I stubbornly leaned on it, and so the glass didn't come up. “I've spent way too much time in the gym for this to be a threat.” I boasted. “Emily, please tell me what's on your mind.” “My whole life is, Damon!” She yelled. “It's easier on you than it i