Freda’s POVI hate to be that girl, but… I tried hard, fighting the thoughts that kept creeping into my head as I waited outside Emily's office for her to come. The last thing I'd have expected was for her to see that guy down. He was an eye candy, I can't lie, but he was a bit too conceited. My type though. As I waited outside her door, with my eyes glued to the elevator, waiting for her break light, my patience finally wore out, not like it was a lot prior. I opened the door slightly, and left it that way, in case I needed to make a quick exit. My eyes were still moist from how bad I choked on the tequila earlier, but it didn't stop me from seeing the handkerchief on Zac’s recently vacated seat. Silly, crazed me, I picked it up to get a whiff of his scent, the masculine fragrance that filled Emily's office only minutes ago, and still did actually, only a little more faintly. When I unfolded the handkerchief, I realised there was more to it. Zac wrote something on it. Unfo
Zacs POVHeaven knows I did a great deal holding myself back from lurching at Damon with the trash he was asking. Every new question he asked made me further convinced that this is the wrong place for me. Him ordering me out was almost the last straw, but I had one more thing to do. I literally counted down till 5pm. My eyes only left my watch to attend to a few things on my screen. Otherwise, I was so damn fixated on getting out of his freaking establishment. For all I cared he could blast off. With the subtle message I left Emily, I had a more interesting half of the day to look forward to, hopefully. I needed to return Damon's wretched shoes, and clothes, they weren't bad looking, he was just very badly behaved. My clothes were in the car, and more than once, I'd done a quick change or redress in the garage, so I decided to go for it again. I entered the office garage, like I do any other day. Cautiously checking for presence of any other life form. When I'd satisfied myse
Emily's POV I was a little pissed. And so far, I've succeeded in annoying Frda. I honestly didn't mean to, but with the mental space I was in, I just couldn't care much. We ate lunch in silence, and she even offered to pay for her food. I felt a bit jabbed. For someone who's worked very hard to own her own world, and that of those around her to an extent, it kinda made me hurt. And all I had to blame was that stupid meeting with a childhood crush. Damn it. I really thought I was over him I should have known from the point where I started feeling uneasy and even nauseous after accosting him in the morning. Everything I'd done suddenly seemed wrong. I made it through the rest of the day, wishing I could rewind time, but each time I looked at the clock, it was always a second more, not less. I finally gave up. The hours followed each other, albeit slowly, and by 5pm, I was so damn ready to go home and cry. Not that the day hadn't been productive, no, far from that. But th
Zyna’s POVMy change in status from farmgirl to Luna, was something that I couldn't afford to revert. While Damon and I were not on good terms, actually, things have been that way for well over half a decade. The most peaceful parts of our lives were the parts where we were just getting to know each other. Infatuation, coupled with the never ending things I learnt about how long his money was, made me want to love him all the more. Maybe I did regret how I got him at some point, I'd never regret that I got him. And to show gratitude to mother Destiny, I kept doing my best to keep him. When I heard that he'd been seeing other women, right after he retired me from being both PA and wife, to being just his wife, I decided to use the extra time on my hands to get my butt procedure done in Turkey It took me about three months to fully heal, and trust me when I saw Damon had gone at it with almost all the ladies in the pack at that time. I was helpless and constantly needed care. Th
Freda’s POV On my way to my hijacked date, I tried convincing myself a million times to turn back, but the closer the uber guy got, to Central Station, the harder it was for me to be rational. Not at the thought of seeing that fine shyte again, no. I couldn't think straight. “Are you sure you'll be fine out here, alone, Miss?” The Uber guy asked when we got to Central Station “I think so, I shouldn't be out on my own for too long.” I said. “Did you come here for someone?” He asked, as I tried to transfer his fee. “Yes.” I replied, shameful about what other details I'd have to give. “I think you should stay in there instead.” He pointed towards a bar. Crazy as it sounds, I'd never been in a bar alone all my life. “This place is a hot spot for many things I do not think you would like.” He smiled He was beginning to scare me. Matter of fact, my insecurities had tripled. “That's scary.” I said to myself. “Very.” He acknowledged, I didn't know I spoke out loud,
Emily's POV “He'll be down in a minute.” Zac said to me. It's the first time we're seeing each other since the meeting at my office. I tried to stare at him for longer, actually look at him, but his eyes were shifty, and he didn't look like he had so much interest in me. I was a bit wounded, but I'd come for a much worthy cause. “Would've been nice if Freda came with you.” He said Zac stirred his tea a little too deliberately, sending the poor thing swirling like a volcano. “She's in the car. I asked her to wait a bit.” I replied to him. He said nothing and looked out in the direction of the café garage. I furrowed my brows a bit, wondering where the attitude was from. For a man who'd kissed me silly only a few days ago, I was getting a lot of negative signals. “Can't say I'm not grateful you sent her though.” He said, smiling. I couldn't have heard right. “What do you mean?” I asked him, what he'd said initially flew over my head. “I said, I can'
Emily’s POV “Hey gorgeous.” The caller on the other side chirped. It was 7 am, Saturday morning, too dang early for prank calls. “I think you have the wrong number.” I said, trying to dislodge whoever it was before the sleep fled from my eyes. “Hey, Emily.” He said instead. “It's Adrian.” My blood froze. “Hello Adrian.” I said and turned to lie in a position where it'd be better for him to hear my weak and tired voice. “Hello Princess.” He replied. “I wanted my voice to be the first thing you hear this morning.” “Well you must know that it also means you woke me up.” I still wasn't appreciative of that fact. My week was hectic, emotionally and physically. I was so freaking drained. “I'm sorry about that.” He apologised, clearing his throat. “Emily, I want to see you again. Is it mutual?” He asked. “no.” I replied to him. And it stung me a bit. I shouldn't have been that direct. Well, before I could undo any damage, I heard the line go flat, and he was no
Zyna’s POV “Unfortunately, it's the weekend and you have no good excuse to be away from me.” Well, that was my ‘good morning’ to my husband, Damon. “You think?” He smirked. “I know.” I said proudly. I ambushed him in his room, and arrogantly, he thinks that's the only thing I've done. If only he knew I'd been up for over three hours hatching my well thought out plans. “Can you get out? I need to do my little morning routine.” Damon said. “Or I can just sit right there and adore you.” I teased. Damon laughed. A long throaty one. I almost got embarrassed, I would've, if I didn't remind myself that there was no back down, no surrender. “What got over you?” he asked, looking at me like he'd seen a spirit. “Are you drunk? “ “Haven't tasted wine in a year, but how would you know?” I smiled. He looked silly, but quickly recovered from his shock. “That has nothing to do with me. You look drunk and are acting drunk right now.” He said again. “I don't look drunk, I
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