Entering the Alpha’s office and carefully closing the door behind her, Emelia took glances around the room. suddenly feeling suffocated and jumped up, it has always been a big office.
She was familiar with its intriguing paintings and decor having visited it on countless occasions with her late parents, but today had its specialties.
“Sit child” Alpha Camfrey urged her. Unlike Luna who had a specialty towards her two children, the alpha caredless.
He was more interested in who would be his heir and so far Mark is the only befitting one fitting him into his standards of the next Alpha.
Emelia pulled out a chair for herself with shaking hands. Her legs shaking tremendously from the tension scattered all over the room.
“If she doesn't want the wedding, call it off… I dont have all day” a cold voice echoed all through the walls only increasing the nervousness within her.
Emelia turned to a dark corner of the room, he was dressed in all black with very little light illuminating the dark corner he chose to sit. His red blazing eyes stared so hard at her that she feared he could see through her lie.
She needed not to be introduced, the voice, his domineer, did its job. The famous Dante of the Camfrey clan, a playboy and a deal breaker, with a daring charisma fit for the devil.
Red eyes were not just something born with but a heritage passed down to crown alpha but Fredrick Camfrey was different. He was not only an ordained alpha but one born with the rarest eye color in history.
“Stop this right now” Mark Camfrey ordered, squeezing her hand right under the table but Emilia held on to a calm look.
She felt his claws digging deep into her flesh with fresh blood, rolling down her palms but not a squeak escaped her mouth.
“How can I stop now Mark? I am barren and I do not want to be unfair to you and the people. This marriage can't go forward, I love you and I want to be your Luna but the circumstances are beyond my control” Emelia said like the perfect wife she was.
The obedient and naive fiance and wife she had been for 5 years and death was her reward.
Death was the payment she got for always doing the right thing, for trusting him and giving him her all. She sneered in her heart.
Lying with a straight face was not the only new spec she got from dying before, she could even cry to make it more realistic. Her red eyes and painful look did not go unnoticed by Luna and Alpha.
Mark stared at the woman next to him; he was at a loss of words. She was nothing of the woman he knew.
Emelia was calm and loved him to death, she had always been willing to do anything for his sake even if it meant going against the laws, she was too obsessed with him to say no, but here She was, not only had she been the one to ask for rejection, but the fake tears and pain was all new to him, she was claiming to love him but her hands were tight.
He wanted to stuff her face to the wall so badly but how could he when his parents were sitting right before him and his worst enemy in the corner? Everything was okay as long as he could always remain the best and nothing but the most desired in the eyes of their parents and the people.
A perfect son was all he wanted to be, the most loved and cherished, he could not lose to his brother, not in this lifetime.
“Our union is beyond the physical, she is my fated mate and the moon goddess never makes mistakes” Mark reminded his parents but Emelia was not buying his lie.
The moon had certainly made a mistake with their pairing; if not, she wouldn't have died from the poison provided by him. She wanted to punch him across the face, he was the one with a lover and not her.
He was the one willing to marry another while waiting for the perfect chance to bring in his mistress. Emelia did not want to be the third party in this life or stop them. She was willing and ready to cut him loose.
Alpha Camfrey and Luna stared at each other for a while, Emelia had her hands crossed, and deep down she prayed hard for a solution. She was more than willing to be anything or do anything as far as it did not involve marrying the monster before her.
Their word was final, it has as much power over their lives as the degree of fate. Emelia was not just some orphan but one with half the wealth of Snowfall packs in her name.
Marrying from the ruling clan was the best way to guard the wealth and avoid possible power struggle but Emelia had done it for 3 years for a man she loved and not for the benefits or any other advantages attached to his position or crown.
“You can't be barren and be Luna'' Alpha Camfrey announced. Emelia gulped down a huge slump. There were two possibilities. One was to say she was lying and go ahead with the wedding, the second was to accept her words and step down to the position of a lowly concubine.
Emelia did not like any of her options for they all led to the same outcome, which was her death. Watching everyone talk all at once trying to reach a definite conclusion she made her mind up.
“Since I can't escape marriage, I might as well use it for my benefit,” Emelia thought with a sly grin playing on the corners of her lips. No actions of hers went past the red eagle eyes seated in the dark.
With everyone saying their minds with no conclusions reached in the conundrum of the moment she blattered out.
“I will marry your brother,” she says loud and clear to his face. “I will marry Fredrick Camfrey” she adds.
The room felt so silent the sound of falling leaves could be heard. Emelia had her eyes on the floor, she dared not look in the face of everyone most especially Fredrick Camfrey. Silence wept through for another five minutes before a word was said. “ It is settled then '' Alpha Camfrey announced, dusting his hands cheerfully. Emilia sighs in relief. She breathed as much air as her mouth could carry for her lungs. Mark turned and everyone had a satisfied look on, he was the only one enraged by the decision. “ How can it be over?” he demanded. Losing his fated mate did not bug him as much as knowing his brother got her. Fredrick marrying Emelia will be nothing less than a hot slap in his face. “I can't have my mate marry my brother, '' Mark announced but the word brother sounded rather strange rolling out of his mouth. He was not the only one who felt its strangeness but the red-eyed demon seated felt it too. “Emelia just can't marry Fred,'' Mark concluded. Luna comfrey patted her
7 days down and everything feels like a touch of illusions cooked up in Emelia’s head. Emelia has not had a moment of peaceful sleep. Her thoughts constantly drifted away into the unknown abyss of uncertainty. Staring down at the snow-white wedding dress soon to be worn, she sighs regretfully. Her wedding has been all her parents talked of as she came of age. The alliance they all wished and prayed for. There was nothing they did or said that did not have to do with her marrying their best friend's son. Her wedding had been all her parents long anticipated. The wedding dress had not only been exclusively customized with everything hand-designed but 3 years was enough time to have them pay for the dream wedding for their princess before the unfortunate hands of death snatched them away from her. She had thought he was the one, she had carefully chosen every design with her mother, handpicking the day's color and flowers. She went for dessert and cake tasting and here she was marryi
The wedding was like a glimpse and just before she could blink it was all over, Emelia stared out of the window watching the night light spread across the city beautifully. She smiles watching the folks go about their duties with smiles and cheerful behaviors. Deep down Emelia wanted such a life, she wanted to feel real happiness again and live for herself.Her eyes squint holding back her tears as they threaten to fall. The car takes a new turn making her aware of the change of directions. She snaps out of her thoughts taking her head away from the window turning her attention to the man before her. A sly smile plays on Fredrick’s lips watching the pudzle look of the woman before him. To say he had not been expecting her to react would be a lie.“We are married” he stated the fact not taking his eyes away from the front. He was too tired, but not exhausted enough. Emelia raised a questioning brow. “I know we are married, but why the change of direction, this is certainly not the way
“Going somewhere?” a cold voice whispered, sending shivers down her spine. Emelia quickly pushed herself off him but the feeling of her hands against his hand's chest did not digest down her throat. “Why are you naked and in my room?” she half yells but the man before her pays no attention to her fright and screams. He walks away so casually heading for the second door. Emelia did not stop to rethink her decision before bashing in, and he stood all naked and folly unclad before her.“Sweet goddess' ' she cursed, turning away almost immediately. “Why don't you wear clothes around the house?” she laments her cheeks heating up. “Says the lady who handpicked me for a groom” his cold whispers were rather driving him crazy than she had anticipated. Emelia did not know how long it took but dashing out the dressing room was indeed the right choice. She walks over to the balcony, letting the fresh night breeze blow through her jumbled-up thoughts.This was a night she had long prepared for, she
The sun was up when Emelia heard a low pounding on the door, she jumped to her feet carefully taking out the parcel that had been delivered the night before and pouring its contents on the bed.She takes a final look before deciding on opening the door. Just as her hands were about to turn the doorknob, could hands drag her from the door pushing her hard back against the wall. Emelia winces in pain.“What is it with you brothers slamming me so hard on the wall?'' she frowned but the man before her wasn't paying attention to her complaints. His cold lips settled on her nap sensually sulking onto her skin.“Hey.. we agreed about nooo… ahh'' Emelia moaned, trying hard to push the man away but he was too big and powerful for her.For some reason, her body was reacting differently from her mind. She was screaming to push him away but her mind was the only path for her with logical reasoning.His hands are carefully wrapped around his neck pulling him even closer. Her lips slightly pattern,
The omegas carefully bows to the floor, avoiding the royal party's raging eyes as they make their way through.They all needed not to be told what to do. Clair Anderson could not take another moment with the priest going about his boring incantations.“This should be her and not me” she murmured to herself, making sure her voice was low enough not to be heard by others.“The ceremony is now complete and the young alpha can go ahead and burn the sheets, to bring good luck and a prosperous marriage to his elder brother.” the priest announced taking his leave.“Take this to your fiance” Luna Camfrey hands over the stained sheets to Clair who holds on to this tightly, her long nails digging into the sheets creating holes of anger and jealousy.She is gently courteous to the Luna before storming her way out. Slamming the door behind her, she tosses the dirty sheets to the figure on the bed. Mark yawns annoyed.“Who dares' ' he hissed, opening his eyes only to meet the fury of Clair Anderso
Every document related to her father's company had been sent over to her. It's been days and Emelia dared not step out of her room, covered in files and papers, she drinks one cup of coffee to the next. So much needed tending. She had not been the one to deal with the problems of the company in her previous life, at least not while Mark had offered to shoulder the responsibility. Zorah and Fame couture was the biggest in the fashion industry with multiple branches scattered all over the country and beyond. Emilia was not a newbie to the happenings of the business. She was not talented. She was what they call a beauty with the hands of a goddess. Not only did her parents make and sell her designs, but she has always drawn and provided every sketch. And that was the biggest secret hidden from the ears of the world. Emelia was too emenced in her work not hearing the loud knocks from her door. Fredrick Camfrey has never been the patient type. “She will be ready when I get back,” he his
Night came and as expected Emelia was ready, she walked down the stairs joining hands with the awaiting hands that held hers at the foot of the stairs. “Mrs Fredrick” a little whimper escaped her throat listening to the servants address her as such. She held hard to her clutch not showing her nervousness as they rode away. Pulling up into the grant halls where she had been barely a few days ago for her wedding gave her multiple feelings. Emelia felt the fresh breeze blow through her braided hair perfectioning it to her back. His hands reached out to her, and without second thoughts, she placed her gloves-covered hands onto his. Stepping into the giant hall every eye turns to the arriving couple. Wearing an exquisite black evening gown capturing and enchanting her beauty, Emelia slowly glides her way by her husband's side. The sleep silhouette gracefully hugs her curves with a daring side slide adding a touch of bold sophistication as she makes a striking entrance by her man's sid