Amelia and Richard whipped their heads towards the door just as it broke down.It’s Jonathan, Amelia thought. He’s come to save me. Just like he did at the bar that night. But Amelia was shocked to see Gabriel. He stood in the doorway, breathing hard. The strong scent of wine wafted into the small room. Clearly, he’d broken a ton of wine bottles to make his way inside here, some of which were probably really expensive.Amelia gasped. Richard instantly let go of her, panic written all over his face.“How – how did you get in here?” Richard stammered. But then his fear and shock shifted to anger as he recognized Gabriel. “What are you doing?” Richard demanded. “You’re supposed to be my business partner? And you just barge in here? Breaking God knows how many bottles of wine?” Gabriel was breathing heavily. He’d seen how close Richard had been to Amelia. “Just bill Stormfang Incorporated. My company will pay for the wine.” Then he fixed his eyes on Amelia. “Come,” he said,
Back in her room, Amelia flopped down onto her bed. Her head was buzzing from the night’s events. Thoughts of Gabriel, Richard, and Jonathan all jumbled together. But one thought separated itself from the others – her mom. She went to her bottom dresser drawer and took out a small, velvet pouch. She had retrieved this when she’d gone back to the Eclipse Packhouse after Gabriel had rejected her. She hadn’t cared about anything else – clothes, gifts, pictures. She only cared about the contents of this pouch. She pulled out the first one. A necklace - pearls. It had belonged to her mom – a gift from her father. He’d given it to after her mom had passed. She set it aside and reached back into the pouch. The pull-tab from a pop can. Amelia smiled to herself, letting the memory wash over her. It was a warm summer afternoon, and the air was thick and still. They were sitting under a willow tree, their backs up against the trunk, relaxing in the sh
Where the hell did that come from? Amaya thought to herself, shocked at the letter. She opened and closed her mouth a few times to speak, but she didn’t know what to say. So instead, she looked like a fish out of water trying to breathe. “I told you,” Jonathan said smugly. “It’s a personal invitation from Mandrake.” Amaya looked to Amelia. “Doesn’t mean anything,” she shrugged, forcing nonchalance. “Just because you have a meeting, doesn’t mean you’ll seal the deal.” “We’ll see,” Amelia said in a challenging tone. Amaya decided not to say anything further. Amelia still had to prove her worth at the company; she still had to prove that she could make the company better. If she couldn’t, the board of directors would surely initiate a vote to get her out of there. It was just a meeting. So what? Amaya excused herself and strut out of the office Amelia turned to Jonathan then. Truth be told, she was just as shocked as Amaya. And a little suspi
“I’m sorry, M’am,” the familiar sweet voice on the other side of the phone said. “We don’t have an appointment anywhere under that name.”Amelia sighed heavily. This was the third time she’d called Mandrake Enterprises this week and every time the answer was the same – no appointment. She was beginning to wonder if there would be a meeting at all.“I called Mandrake again,” Amelia told Jonathan over their lunch break. They were sharing Chinese food, the little cardboard boxes spread out on her desk. “There’s still no appointment.”“Right,” Jonathan replied, helping himself to more chow mein noodles. “My friend is on holidays. Went to Greece for a few days, for a quick vacation.”Amelia eyed Jonathan suspiciously. There was nothing in his body language to suggest he was lying. It seemed strange though. Since when do company executives just leave for a holiday in Greece during the week? Amelia was beginning to wonder about this so-called ‘friend’. But she couldn’t admit that to Jonathan
Could her father be right about Jonathan? It did make sense. He was a gentleman, that much was true. But he never really made extra conversation. In fact, come to think of it, he was surprisingly quiet most of the time. Even when he was blind drunk! Amelia had assumed it was just because he had an introverted, measured demeanor. But maybe there was more to it. Why was there no information about him? Why couldn’t her father pin down his background? Who was helping him with this? Was it possible? Perhaps Jonathan wasn’t as innocent as he seemed?Maybe he really was hiding something? Magnus left and Amelia sat and thought for a bit. She wanted to trust Jonthan, she really did, but her dad had warned her not to. And Amelia trusted her father above all else. She decided to go see Olivia, but when she got to Olivia’s office, she found Asher inside. It sounded like he was scolding her. Amelia watched without making her presence known. “
Amelia stepped out of the cab donning box store brand shorts, a plain blouse, and medium-end accessories. She looked like any other young, single person at Serendipity Resort and Spa, there to enjoy a weekend at the resort with all its amenities. She checked in, found her room, and then decided to do a once over of the resort. After all, she was there to get a better idea of how the resort operated. She flicked on a pair of sunglasses (not name brand) and a sun hat, with a mental list in her head. As she walked through the lobby, the concierge nodded at her, knowingly. She nodded back. Werewolf, she said to herself, picking up the distinctive scent that only a werewolf emits. Serendipity Resort and Spa was located on the very outskirts of the human community, but still within the human borders. Therefore, most of the staff were human. But regardless of how many humans were around, the scent of a werewolf always rose to the top. And since Amelia’s return to her fa
“What, in the Moon Goddess’s name, are you wearing? Rags?” Sophia scoffed. “As the daughter of an Alpha King, I thought you’d be able to afford nice things. Looks like I was wrong! Ha!” Seriously? Amelia thought, taking a deep breath. Sophia? What is she doing here? Desiree excused herself. “I have nothing to say to you,” Amelia said firmly, throwing daggers at Sophia with her eyes. “I mean, it was bad enough being a useless Luna, purely a decoration, in the Stormfang Pack. Looks like you should have stayed. At least you had nice clothes when you were Luna.” Sophia smirked and then saw that there was only one place setting at the table. “And you’re alone!” She laughed condescendingly. Without anyone there to defend Amelia, it was ‘game on’ as far as Sophia was concerned. “Look at you. Sitting all alone. In crappy clothes. Why, you’re no better than a maid! You may have gained your status back, but what good has it done you? You’re still pathetic!”
Amelia knew before she got to her hotel room that something was wrong. Her vision had gone blurry in the elevator; she almost hadn’t been able to find her room number. The hallway lilted as she walked down it and it took her several tries to activate her room key. She walked to her bedroom, her hand against the wall for guidance. “What the hell?” she asked, as she stumbled forward, landing on her bed. She felt drunk but she couldn’t possibly be. Just then, she heard the sound of her door opening. ‘Who’s there?’ she tried to ask, but the words won’t leave her mouth. She turned to see a dark figure looming in the doorway. “The drugs are quick,” he replied. She recognized the voice even though it seemed distant. The man from downstairs – Lucas. Amelia realized with horror what was happening. It was the wine. He drugged her wine. The asshole! He walked towards the bed. She sat up and scooted backwards