Emily's POV “Water.” I croaked, even before opening my eyes. “Did you hear that?” One hushed voice said. I heard footsteps running to the bed I was stretched out on. It didn't feel like the hospital bed, in the ward part of the palace. It felt big, plush, and spacious. “Emily?” Two worried voices, with creased faces bent over me. “Yes.” I croaked. Damon looked like he'd aged ten years faster. “Get her some water please.” He tapped Dathan, who ran along. “How do you feel?” Damon asked me as soon as Dathan left us both to ourselves. “Dead.” I answered, choking. “That's fair.” Damon sighed, looking away. “Why did you do what you did?” “Because I wanted to?” I replied lamely. My head hurt so bad, it felt extra heavy to hold up. “You don't get to do that.” Damon said to me, his face morphed from concern to unexpression. “I don't get you.” I answered, straightening up. “I don't need saving!” Damon yelled, and punched the table beside me. Coincidental
Emily's POV “Damon, son of the pack, do you vow to stand beside her in the hunt and in the stillness, in the light of the moon and the darkness of the forest, in wolf, and in man form?” An older man asked Damon. “I do.” Damon replied. “With my heart, my strength and my loyalty, I am hers.” Silence! “Emily, daughter of the pack, do you vow to stand beside him through the turning seasons, to share in his triumphs and bear his burdens as though they were your own?” He asked me next, and like clock work, the crowd turned to face me. “I do.” I replied, like I had rehearsed. “With my soul, my spirit, and my devotion, I am his.” “Then let the bond be sealed.” The elder said, and our hands linked together, like they were supposed to. I never knew the Damon Palace had such a large space for hosting that amount of crowd. More still, it had a detachable roof, and so since the wedding had to be done under the moonlight, we could still do it indoors. The joy on everyone's faces m
Emily's POV I had no business with her, I could never address someone in so little clothes, so I looked at Dathan, he held my stare for about two minutes before giving in. “Au revoir, ladies.” He said, getting up from the bed where they littered around him, and he threw on a shirt. I shifted away from the entrance, a foot or two, just so none of them have reasons to make bodily contact with me. All of them promptly exited the room, leaving Dathan and I. “I'd rather we left the door open.” I said to Dathan, as he moved to shut the door. “I'd do whatever it is I want to.” Dathan said, and banged the door shut, loudly. “What's up with you?” I asked finally. “Did Damon put you up to this?” He asked me. “No.” I answered quickly. “I'm here of my own volition.” “So he doesn't even care.” Dathan said to himself, shook his head while smiling sadly, and gulped down the remaining content of an open bottle. “Forget what I said. Yes, he did. He gave me the permission to.
Emily's POV “Hello, everyone.” Damon said, with a cup in his hand. He'd been drinking too much wine since the previous night. I barely got any sleep, mulling over everything Dathan and Damon had told me. I just needed the day to come and go, I needed things to be sorted. I couldn't wait to feel a role I know I was highly incapable of. “I want to thank every single one of you, who took out the time to honour my wife and me.” Damon looked at me, sweetly. He had such an expensive tux on, I was scared to touch him. The ambience of the city hall was unmatched, not like I had anything to compare it with. It was just pure luxury. He looked sharper than ever. Damon's team of stylists that arrived at exactly 6am, six hours before the wedding, were just as much as mine, and I saw why. He got a trim, a manicure, in fact, it was a total makeover. The crown went ‘awwwn’, and ‘oooh’. The women looked dreamily at me, as Damon clasped my hand tightly. “This experience wouldn't be th
Emily's POV “Hi, I've been wanting to talk to you.” I said to Damon. It's been two weeks since the wedding, and our marriage was yet to be consummated, but that wasn't a pressing issue, not for me at least. “What is it?” Damon asked, stretching out his hand, as I wore his Richard Mille on his wrists. “I've been thinking,” I started, “Can I see a friend?” I asked him. My heart was in my mouth as I spoke. “You never mentioned that to me.” Damon replied, “Please be fast about that.” He added, referring to how I was fidgeting with the watch. Tending to the Alpha was my utmost duty. He'd made me understand that there's very little input I could ever put into pack administration, or business, and so I should stick to minding him. And that's what I did. “Yeah.” I admitted. “I only thought about her last night. We were friends at the orphanage.” “And you think someone like that would be fit as a company for a Luna?”He asked, still not looking at me. I finally was able to
Emily's POV “You better get going then. Tell your friend to come by, I could use some company. She will wait for you. That's as long as you're here before seven pm, cause Damon arrives by eight.” Dathan said. Tears pooled in my eyes as Dathan talked. Someone so genuinely kind to me couldn't be coincidental. “Thank you.” I said. “She works on the farm, but I have a number she slipped into my skirt when she was taken away.” “Call her then. You're Luna, you can summon her from the farm.” Dathan replied. “Damon taps all my calls.” I suddenly remembered. “Can I use your phone?” “And what's to say that he does not tap mine?” Dathan asked me. But I knew he was joking. He'd never allow that. Dathan is the only person who could stand up to Damon. “Pretty please.” I begged him. “It's right next to you, on the bedside table.” He gave up. “Thank you.” I squealed and reached for it. I called the number Zyna left three times, there was no response, so I gave up. “As I
Emily's POV “He's a tough boy.” Farh said. At first, I thought I hadn't heard well. Servants were sworn to secrecy, much more those who served directly with Alpha’s and Lunas. “He takes after his father's stubbornness.” Farh added. “You mean Alpha Damon III?” I asked Farh. I could never get used to referring to them, or reversing them any less than I did. Alpha’s were the Moon Goddess ears, and eyes and heart on earth. They were not to be disrespected, that's what Nala said. “He was a good man.” He added. “I know deep down, Damon is too.” “I want to think the same.” I sighed. Farh turned off the car, which meant the air conditioner was gonna be off too. “Why did you turn the engine off?” I asked him, surprised. “I just remembered that all our conversations are recorded as long as the car is on.” Farh confided, leaving me wide eyed. “What sort of a life is this?” I asked myself, scared. “You don't have to be afraid. It's hard and rough in the beginning. Y
Damon's POV “Please just let her go.” Emily begged as I observed the strange fellow in her room. It was palace rules not to receive guests in any other parts of the palace, except the living room specifically designed for them. I looked at Emily, and wondered how much more I could take. Every single day with her makes it seem like I made a mistake. “Who are you?” I asked the girl I saw in my Luna’s room. “I'm Zyna, Sir.” She said, bowing. I looked back at Emily without saying a word. “The friend who works on the farm?” I asked her, and she confirmed with a nervous bob of her head. I chuckled a little before leaving them both in the room. That's the thing with keeping women less busy. They start to create work for themselves, investigative jobs. As I walked back to my room, I wondered how I could get time off Emily's hands. I didn't want her interacting directly with anyone but Nala and I. I needed to consult with Nala. “Are you in?” I knocked on her door and ope
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.