EMILY'S POVI knew this part would come where I would have to use my fighting skills."What do you mean my powers won't work here? What did you do to me?!" I yelled.The urge to rush towards him and wipe the smirk off his face filled me.I couldn't do it. He had an advantage over me. He could use his magic, and I couldn't.Ethan disappeared, and he appeared right behind me. I felt his hand on my hair; turning, I swatted his hand away."I guess I need to stop playing," Ethan said.With that, he brought out his sword; it was surrounded by dark magic.He pointed it to me. "If I can't have you, he can't."I let out a breath and stared him in the eyes even as I was frightened about what he'd do to me.Ethan sprinted towards me and bellowed, "Accept me or die, Emily!""Never!" I grunted, dodging his attack.I jumped away from him and scowled. "Get over your obsession with me. I'll never be yours!"That seemed to infuriate him because his eyes narrowed.Ethan rushed towards me, and I dodged
EMILY POVIt had been Six months, six weeks, Six days, six hours, and six seconds and Alexander was yet to wake up.Everything had been quiet and peaceful ever since Ethan and his father died. But my mate was yet to wake up. Ever since those spears and arrows pierced into his body, he had been unconscious, and the healer of the pack had been doing everything he could. He said he would wake up soon.Perhaps, I should be grateful he was still breathing because Rosie died—even her father.I felt pity for Rosie because I heard in the end, she knew she was wrong and asked for forgiveness. Even though she had caused us pain before, I still appreciated her bravery. She saved me from the spears and arrows. I sat beside Alexander on the bed and wiped his forehead with a small towel and water. Just then, Chad and Mary entered with Liliana. The little girl I saved from Ethan at the mansion six months ago.Liliana jumped on the bed and turned to me."Mommy. When will daddy wake up?" She asked.
**Emily** Northern Sullerdale 10 PM “Emily! Emily!” A loud voice called from outside. Startled, I peeled my swollen eyes open, wrapped my robe around me, and darted to the door. As soon as I pried it open, one of our maids whose name I never knew because she was new, hurried inside and shut the door behind her. Her breath came in short pants and she gripped her knees for support as she bent. Then she straightened. I noticed her dark brown eyes were wild with fear and they flickered here and there. “What’s happ—” I began, but she cut me off abruptly. “Emily, your mother wants to meet you at the secret tunnel right now. There’s no time to explain, just follow me, please.” She rushed out. My brows scrunched up as I was instantly aware something was wrong. No maid ever addressed me by my name without my title but she did. Also, the urgency in her voice and the fact that my mother wanted us to meet at the secret tunnel which was never used except for some important purpose. I
**Emily’s POV** A large bucket of water was thrown over me, which brought me out of my reverie. At first, I wasn’t quite sure why anyone would pour water over me until I opened my eyes and observed my surroundings. My pack members- or whatever was left of them- stood side by side in a semicircle, looking as though their worlds were coming to an end. While my mom was made to kneel in front of Beta Marcus who stood at an alter-like structure addressing the crowd as he had already made himself Alpha. “Mom!” I called through our mind link but no reply came forth; it was like she had shut off everything, including me, her daughter. I wouldn't blame her for doing so after everything she passed through last night. My eyes strayed to her chest and I noticed the bleeding had stopped. It should bring some sort of relief to me, but it made me even more frightened. No treatment was given to her and the wound might get infected which would lead to her death. The thought of my mom dying was
**Emily’s POV** “Mother, please wait, no!” I cried out with my arms stretched out in front of me, “Do not leave me alone!” Just as I was about to touch her, her head fell off her neck with a sizzle of blood following suit. Lurching back, I screeched… I woke up with a jolt to realize that it was a dream. And that I was lying naked on the cold cemented floor with my arms and legs clasped together by cold metallic chains. Thankfully Laurel lay beside me, naked too, and fast asleep. “Laurel, wake up” I called softly, shaking her limp body. I gasped softly when my eyes caught sight of her battered skin as she sat up. “What happened to you?” I asked, resisting the urge to openly stare at the large slices of welts across her back, “Alpha Marcus happened,” she replied, calmly. She looked pale and tired, but from the stubborn set of her chin, I knew she didn’t want to talk about it. “Where are we?” She asked, looking around. Her question made me finally take a good look at our enviro
**Emily’s POV** I was immediately ushered out of the glass box as soon as my transaction had been finalized. The chains around my wrists were replaced by a handcuff and an extremely fancy leash was clasped around my neck as if in a bid to refrain me from running away. “Wait, before you take me away, I want to see my friend! I want to see Laurel.” I pleaded with the men dragging me, but my pleas fell on deaf ears, as they wouldn’t even glance in my direction. I was practically dragged out of the backstage, down a dimly lit corridor and pushed into a dark room. I gulped in fear when I noticed the huge form sitting at the far end of the room, but the fear immediately dissipated when a very pleasurable smell assaulted my nostrils. It was him, my mate… “Hi?” I called softly but was met with silence. Taking a deep breath in, I walked into the room but stopped abruptly when he got up from the chair and turned to face me. I gasped, not due to fear or shock, but because the person standi
**Emily’s POV** The drive to his house was quiet and exceptionally uncomfortable; I was seated in the back seat of a sleek Porsche car while the middle-aged woman from earlier sat in the front with a chauffeur who was too relaxed to be an employee. “What’s your name?” He asked. “Emily,” I whispered, ignoring the lopsided grin on his face. “I don’t think he’s a chauffeur, his aura is too strong to be one,” Someone whispered. I looked around but found no one. “Did you say something?” I asked the middle-aged woman who stared at me with a funny expression on her face. “I did.” The same voice replied, “And stop looking around, you look crazy!” It said with a giggle. In frustration, I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the window close to where I sat. After a while, I realized the voice was in my head. “Who are you?” I whispered almost to myself. I pinched the bridge of my nose as her cheerful laugh rang through my head. “I’m Ariel, your wolf." My eyes snapped open and th
**Emily’s POV** I regained composure and heaved a breath. 'Nothing suspicious,' said Ariel. I smiled with a nod. I was still frightened about the past event. Try as I might to forget all that happened, I couldn't. Again, staying in large gatherings frightens the fúck out of me. But I wasn't in a large gathering at the moment. I didn't know why I was uneasy. Perhaps, it was the eyes of the women on me that made me feel that way. I nodded in greeting as I passed by three women, but none responded. Instead, I was rewarded with a shrug, glares, and some mumblings amongst them. Dismissing them, I turned away and walked towards a pretty girl sitting alone in the corner of the room. "Hello." “Hi,” She greeted me with a smile, discarding the book she held earlier. “You must be, Mary?” “I am, Mary.” She responded. She stood to her feet, dusting her hand on the chiffon knee-length, A-shaped dress she donned. "May I ask what for?” “I was asked to come to meet you, I am Emily.” At the