Emily's POV “So what's your grand plan?” I asked Lucas. I turned my face away, as I had begun to go red in my cheeks. I've had a few crushes, and admired a few hottites at the gym, in transit, and even back in school, but I never really got close to any of them, and I could confidently say that Luacs was my first major contact with the opposite sex in ten years!! “Stay the night with me.” He said, and looked me in the eyes. “It's not like you've got a choice, I just want to make you feel like you have some measure of control over the situation.” He added and chuckled. “I'm gonna ask again, cause I get the feeling that you didn't hear me well the first time.” I said, trying to contain the smile creeping on my face. My body was acting against me. It's not what I planned nor expected. “Emily, the ritual is about to begin. And there's no sweeter way than to do it with your back against that bed. That alone could make me transform.” Lucas replied. I literally saw his muscles
Emily's POV I swore I was done with men, with wolves, with anything that's not my agency. I hated myself for being so gullible and playing into the hands of not one, but two Alpha's. . I thought Damon traumatised me earlier after the ball, little did I know that my ‘saviour’ was a maniac. I dug my nails deep into my palms for not connecting the dots when he admitted he was a leader of a rogue pack. They had no morals, nothing was too dirty for them to do. “I know you don't want to see me here, but I just couldn't go to bed knowing that you're still mad at me, I'm sorry I didn't mean to… what happened to your face?!” Freda asked in shock. She'd scared me, cause I don't expect to see anyone cuddled on my couch. “Maybe next time, let me know before letting yourself in. I could have shot you.” I said, getting over my initial shock. “I think we have bigger fish to fry.” She said, disregarding what I'd just said, but looking so intently at my face. “Just leave me.” I said to
Emily's POV “Days like this made me seriously wanna consider drugs.” I said in an undertone. “I'm sorry.” She apologized again, looking down at her feet. “I had no choice. They singled me out of the scampering crowd. It was two hefty men, I wasn't rough handled, but they gave the impression that I could be, depending on how much I cooperate with them.” Freda’s voice was low and shaky. “It would be unfair if I said it was all you.” I sighed. “I've been running away from a life that's faster than I could ever be.” “I'm sorry.” She apologised again. “Come on! Don't do that. It's not even your fault. I should be apologising for putting you in all this mess.” I chuckled maniacally. In just one night, I'd been with the worst Alphas there could ever be, in all respects. Ego, lust, danger, ambitions, motives, just everything, you name it. “Are you scared?” She asked me, making me laugh even more. “I lived with him, why would I be?” I asked, and her eyes flew wide open.
Emily's POV “Wipe those tears. You don't have to pity me.” I said to her, “But you're crying too.” She protested, “I admit, but it's not out of pity. I'm too noble a woman to be pitied. Dry your eyes, Freda.” I instructed her again. “Alright, alright.” She conceded. “I screamed so hard and so long, with all my strength. Suddenly, the house was devoid of people. I heard no footsteps, I saw no one through the door Damon left opened. I finally gave up and submitted myself to him, ignoring the warm gush of blood that'd begun to dry on my thighs.” I smiled. “I remember how he got pissed that I wasn't screaming anymore, said he liked it that way, I was a silly girl he wanted to teach a lesson, he slapped me a couple of times, pinched me in sensitive areas, he wanted so badly for me to scream, screech, make a sound.” “But I didn't, I couldn't. The pain in me was far worse than that outside of me. I was as still as an old piece of log, I lay static, my mind blank, and my hear
Emily's POV. “I'm so sorry I had to wake you up. But it couldn't wait. It just couldn't wait.” Freda’s voice interrupted my sleep I checked the wall clock opposite my bed, it was a few minutes past ten am. I'd barely slept for an hour. My head was banging and felt too heavy to hold up. I wanted to turn to the other side and keep on catching my sleep, I had trouble falling asleep and had no intent on being woken up. “You know the contract we applied for?” She started, still fidgeting with her phone. Her eyes danced from my face to her screen as she typed out something ferociously. “We've applied for many, Freda.” My patience had worn out and I wanted to SLEEP. “Yeah, yeah. But the one you called a long shot!” She screamed, trying to juggle my memory. I couldn't remember. My head was fogged. “Can't work with these clues.” I resigned. “So you have something to say?” “Nevada Inc just sent an email. They want us to be their sole marketer and consultant!” She screamed.
Damon's POV “Hell, even I am not sure of what I'm doing. You don't have to be.” I chuckled and sniffed out the light at the bottom of my cigarette in his drink. “I'm sorry sir.” My assistant apologized. Ironically, he's the first guy assistant I'd gotten. After Zyna, I'd plunged into the world of women, letting my life revolve around them, or them revolve around me, I don't care which. “You don't have to be. I get your concern.” I admitted. Regretting that I'd scared him so bad, and made his drink undrinkable. I signalled to the attendant to take it away and bring a new one. It was a Saturday morning and we were already at the bar. The house, my father's palace, was no longer my home, I'd have invited Zac over. I doubt anywhere could ever be with Zyna in it. All the nasty memories I've tried to fight off always come washing back every single time I step foot into the house. If it wasn't such an important heirloom, I'd have converted it into another office space, and re
Emily's POV Since Freda got the mail asking to have the meeting on Monday, at our office, I'd been walking on eggshells around myself, scared I'd jinx my new fortune. I couldn't do anything to upset mother Destiny for the sweet new path she'd set in front of me. Funniest part? I'd never really been so religious, but I prayed to whoever listened, and at the end of my prayers, it was weird cause there was no name mentioned, like, I had no one to address it to. “I'm happy you're here.” I said to Freda, unprovoked. The clock on the wall read 06:15, Mon. It was the D-day, matter of fact, just a few hours left. I was nervous, and I constantly felt like my bowel was full and needed emptying. Freda, on the other hand, seemed quite chill. She was playing scrabble online, and in my nervousness, I begged her to put me on, after making two silly moves, I logged out, convinced that I was indeed too nervous to concentrate. ‘How am I gonna do this?’ I asked myself in an undertone. “G
Emily's POV As I approached the cyber truck, one I'd seen only on TV, I took large breaths and swallowed several times. It felt like I'd swallowed my voice too. “Hello.” I said, as I got within what I deemed to be earshot. There was no response, and it made me second guess if I really spoke out loud or in my head. I heard a snicker, and that was the sign that he undoubtedly heard me. I didn't know who it was, but I could very well narrow my options. Regardless, I was determined not to take bullshit from anyone. “I think the ‘no smoking’ signs are clear enough. Good morning.” I said, but not before I slapped the half burnt cigarette out of his hand, and crushed it beneath my feet. “Good morning, Emily.” He looked up and smiled at me. It was a pretty smile, I couldn't deny that, but I was already too irritated, so I smiled curtly and made my way inside. My steps were firm and my strides were gallant, but in me, I was as scared and anxious as an eight year old who was left
Emily's POV Six am, Monday morning. I woke up in a big mood. My weekend went better than I expected it to. I wasn't even thinking about all those I was gonna be meeting. Damon sent a mail the night before, with his company address, of course, stating that operations were beginning in Nevada in seven days. Which was kinda a notice to us to start getting our shit right. I had planned to send a mail refusing the request to occupy a floor in their building. It was expensive to rent and office space, yeah, but we'd been doing it for the past five years, and we were gonna keep doing it. “Good morning, everyone.” I threw my greeting loud and clear, so they know that their boss is in a good mood. Considering how last week ended, and I'm damn sure Freda had told half the world, I needed to clear the air however I could. “Hello, boss.” An intern greeted me, flashing her teeth at me. It was braced, but she had a really pretty smile. “Hello, you.” It was almost awkward, but I smi
Adrian's POV “Thank you.” I said as Emily let me in. I'd been in that car for a little over an hour. Our ride home was a lot to think about. I wished I didn't fill the car with music, but it's the most sensible escape I could think of. Plus, I was annoyed myself. I felt like a pest. I didn't feel appreciated, worse still, it felt like she'd made up her mind not to take me seriously. And that shit hurts! It does! “I was just gonna tuck myself in bed.” She said, in a no nonsense tone. “Emily, please. Ease up, let's talk. Do you want me to run a hot water bath for you?” I asked her. I wasn't too happy myself, but I recognise that nothing good will come out of both of us having an attitude. “That's generous, and funny, but no, thank you.” She said, “At least, you look more welcoming.” I breathed out. “What do you want, Adrian?” she asked, picking her nails and looking at her feet. “You're not mad enough to look me in the eyes?” I asked, teasing and smirking. “
Emily's POV “You drive too fast to have that calm look on your face.” I finally spoke out. Adrian had been navigating every bend like it was the corner of his grand palace. “Are you scared?” J asked, chuckling. “For My life, yeah.” I replied to him. “I've been driving for fifteen years, Emily, ease up. I can see an accident coming from a mile away.” He further boasted. “Well, unfortunately, I believe in chances and unforeseen events.” I said, heaving slightly. “Oh, alright. Riddle me this: What are the chances that I'd beat your doorstep tomorrow when you get back from work?” He asked me, his eyes were still fixed on the road, even though he was manoeuvring with just one hand. “That sounds too detailed to be an event left to chance” I answered him, hiding the humour in my voice. “You're correct. When do you get off?” Adrian asked me. “When I wanna. But not after six.” I replied to him. “Okay, Boss.” He said, giving a fake salute. “I don't even gotta s
Adrian's POV “I'm asking if you're short on cash or space. Is what he is solving a problem now, or do you just think it's a good deal, too good to pass up at any expense?” I reworded my question and put it back to her. I liked her too much to play her, or get played by her. “Why do I owe you that?” She asked me. Emily is a smart woman, smarter than I'd ever given her credit for. “Emily, what do you want with me, really? I think that's a question that needs to be answered before any other thing can make sense.” I said. “I don't know, Adrian. I'm just happy I got pulled out of the house. And yeah, you're a nice guy, and you're an eye candy.” Emily answered. “That's not comforting.” I said, truthfully. “Let me throw the question back then.” She said, “I want to marry you, Emily.” I said. “I thought about you, everyday, since the ball. I hated myself for all those years that I couldn't get close to you because you were Damon's catch. Emily, I no longer care. I want t
Emily's POV “The food was nice.” I commented. Not only was the food nice, but also the view of him working the kitchen, clothless. “I'm happy you like it.” He said blandly. “You don't look too happy.” I observed. The energy he had in the house was totally different from the Adrian “Don't mind me. I'm alright, I hope you're okay?” He asked, deflecting. “Matter of fact, I am okay, and I know when someone's not” I stood my ground. I needed to know what was wrong. As the Little Miss Perfection that I am, I could not live with myself knowing that I'd pissed my date off. “Nothing big, I'm just thinking.” He said, looking away. His fork made loud noises on the plate. But I couldn't be deterred, I waited for all the noise to wash out and shot him with a question and a back up serious face to go. “I need you to be honest with me about Damon.” He said, took a deep breath, so did I. “We know I do not owe you that.” I stated clearly, to start with. Hell knows I hate wh
Emily's POV “Thank you for bringing me out here. You have such a great view up here, thank you for sharing.” I said, nervously wiping out non-existent creases from my dress. “Please, it was my honour, still is.” Adrian interrupted. “Well…” I had nothing else to say. We'd not even had lunch yet, and I felt filled. Maybe the hunger wasn't for food. Maybe it was for warmth, for fresh air, for companionship… “Let's go in now. I'm afraid the food must have grown terribly cold.” Adrian said, taking my hand. His hands felt big, moist and soft. “So what do you do?” I asked him, “I mean, other than being a pretty boy Alpha.” I added. “Well, I'll have you know that that's a full time job on its own, and a well paying one at that.” He laughed. “For what it's worth, I'd say you're good at your job.” I blurted. It felt like I'd just coughed up stone, and my throat was raw, waiting for the worst to happen. “That's a compliment. I really appreciate it.” He held both my h
Damon's POV “Freaking dunce!” I yelled. “Where did she go?” I demanded of Nala. “No one knows, I didn't see her leave, no one did.” Nala answered. We'd had a somewhat cordial relationship for the past ten years, but that didn't stop me from noticing that she was diminishing and becoming less useful with age. “I might have to send you away, Nala.” I said to her, trying to rein in my emotions. “You barely serve any use anymore.” I added. “Please, Alpha. I have nowhere to go.” She begged me, but didn't fall on her knees. I turned away and went back out to meet Farh in the garage. He tended to those cars like they were a garden. “Where is Zyna?” I asked as soon as I caught sight of his big hairy frame. It's barely been three hours since I left the house, and she'd excused herself without the knowledge of everyone in the house! Farh was my only hope. “She went out, Alpha.” Farh answered, putting down the wiper he'd been using to clean the cars. “With whom? And when?
Zac’s POV “What has that got to do with me?” I asked Zyna, Damon's wife. It suddenly seemed like everyone had gone mad. “I want to sleep with you.” Zyna said. I looked straight into her eyes. “Are you running mad?” I asked Zyna. “What the hell are you saying? And where's the wire, cause you've gotta be wearing one. I don't care what you have going on, but I'm getting my shit and going outta here.” “Zac please.” Zyna begged. “Please sit down.” “I don't want to be here!” I screamed at the top of my voice. “Zac I'm begging you.” Her tears were coming out in full stream. We were almost making a spectacle of ourselves. “Do you want me dead?” I asked her, trying to regain my cool. “No, I just want this baby.” She said, “Then go to a sperm bank or something. Yall are filthy rich, get a donor, not me!” I said to her and shrugged her hands off mine. “You're not going to hear me out, are you?” She said, her voice breaking. “I've heard you, Zyna. I've heard you
Zyna’s POV . “It's Zyna, I got your number from one of Damon's staff who is also a friend. Can I see you, please?” I begged him over the phone. “I think you've got the wrong number.” He said instead. “Please don't turn me away, I need you.” I begged Zac. “I don't think it's safe for you to be making this call either.” He said finally, after almost a minutes silence. “I'll meet you at that bar near Central Station, 2 pm.” I said and cut off. It was already almost 13:00. “I'm gonna be driving myself, I need a small car.” I said to Farh. He didn't like me and had never hidden it. We both just tolerated each other ‘cause we were necessary evils. He pointed in the direction of a black Toyota and I asked for the keys. My thoughts were scattered, and I was a bit jittery. Damon wasn't around, I needed to get out of the house before he arrived. “It has a tracker.” Farh said to me. I couldn't believe my ears. “Don't act shocked, he's going to look at the CCTV later.