Chapter 4

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 son on the back like some baby.

 “She can always be your concubine if marrying Fred obsessed you so much” Emilia wanted to scream. It was her life and yet the shots were not called by her. 

She did not want to be tied down with Mark under any marital status hence she turned over to the dark corner secretly pleading for help. 

“She has made her choice and it should be respected,” Fredrick says walking over to Emelia. The air around him was cold and chilly and so were his hands as he took hers in his. 

“Never, it will only be over my dead body to see her marry you '' Mark roared angrily. 

“Then on your deathbed shall our vows be proclaimed”  Fredrick hiss dangerously. He was a man of few words and of which he fulfilled. The smirk on Fredricks's face did not go away nor wither. 

“Since there is nothing else to do, I do have an engagement to get back to” Fredrick shamelessly tucked the hand of Emelia into his walking off like the perfect couple. She was too shocked to say a word or move on her own. 

She had to rely on his strength to keep her balance. The ceremony resumes like never before. The happy chats and greetings from the guests kept the room lively and less uncomfortable.

 Emelia dared not look over her shoulders, not only had she stopped her engagement with a fated mate but here she was back to being engaged but with his brother. 

The whispers and piercing gaze behind her head made her conscious of every act and step she took throughout the night. The party was a blast but like all things, it did come to an end. 

Waiting out the Camfrey residence for her ride, Emelia had her heels in hand and her dress in another. Her legs ache from dancing and chatting all night. 

She was no longer the Luna to be and as such everyone was more than interested in getting tips on capturing a wealthy and smokingly handsome player like Fredrick Camfrey. 

He was the guest of the event, the one no one took his eyes off despite his cold demeanor he still captured the hearts of many. a perpetual bad-boy effect. She roughed her hair deeply engrossed in her thoughts not noticing the black Maybach pulling up before her. 

“Get in” a cold yet familiar voice orders. Emelia turned to the passenger seat and just as expected it was him. 

“My ride is coming” she quickly dismisses his offer. “ I wasn't asking,” he replied sternly. Emelia did not like his stone-cold look, she sighed in defeat, trying the driver's seat door, and she was led back to the passenger's seat. 

“Can I not sit in the front?” she asked. She wanted to be as far from him as possible. 

“Do I take it that my bride is avoiding me?” Fredricks' tone resounded yet again. Emelia sighs in defeat climbing up into the passenger seat with him. She sat so close to the door creating as much distance between them as possible.

 “You look frightened for a woman who dared proclaim me to be her groom” Frederick taunted but Emelia kept quiet. She wanted nothing but to be home as soon as she could. She wanted out and some quietness after the dramatic day's events. 

“Sign this” A stack of paper fell to her lap before the last words escaped his lips. “What are these for?” Emelia asked quickly, glancing through. 

“Marriage contract?” she turned to the man beside her with a thousand questions in her eyes. 

“In a year you will be my wife on the outside, with my family and other functions. We owe each other nothing and you do not get into my damn business, and do I. The terms can be modified over the future by no one else but me.'' Emelia read through the contract terms and the last one made no sense. 

She quickly turned to him, her fingers on the previous clause, her eyes raised with a questionable look. 

“What? You don't want to be the mother of my pup?” he asked disdainfully. Emelia did not like how the words rolled off his tongue. For some reason, it sounded rather hot and charming. 

“Why will I want your pup when we will be strangers at home?” Emelia snapped back but her choice of tune was not frowned upon by Fredrick.

 The car drove into the huge Zorah mansion, watching from outside the window Emelia had mixed feelings. She had moved in with Mark after the death of her parents, but now she was returning home, to all the memories and pain. 

“We've arrived” the driver announced staring at the young lady who seemed hesitant to step down. Emelia sighs, opening the door, she gathers herself but not without signing the contract and tossing it to his face. 

 “If you can pick me for your husband, I can do better” his last words resounded as the car drove out of view.