But seeing her happy and doing what she wanted makes me happy. From what I have found out about her so far, she’s hardworking, diligent and even made a name for herself, and she's now successful. I’m proud of her, but I won't say it.But where exactly is Justin? Why is he nowhere to be found? Did he abandon her?Then I heard her phone ring, and she picked it up."Hey babe, thank God you're calling. I'm really panicking right now.""Why? Does the man have two heads or something?"I touched my head, trying to see if I really had two heads. But I don't think I do."Maybe if he did, I wouldn't be this nervous. But I haven't even seen him yet.""Hey, you need to calm down. I'm sure he won't be that scary.”"I don't really know, but I know they're usually cold and strict. One order from them, you are dead. All my life I've known three Supreme Alphas: my mother's father, Darrell's father, and Darrell. And let me remind you that all of them are people you don't want to make mistakes in front
No. This can't be real.My breath caught in my throat, the shot glass slipping from nerveless fingers to crash against the floor.I couldn't look away. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might burst right out of my chest. She was still dancing, but now her eyes were locked on mine, and I felt like she was calling to me without saying a word, like she was pulling me toward her with invisible strings.Then, she stopped dancing. She stepped away from the pole and walked down the stage steps, moving toward me.She was wearing a deep red bra that barely even contained her breasts and a matching thong that left nothing to the imagination for every man that laid eyes on her.I couldn't tear my eyes away from her until she reached my side. Without a word, she threw her arms around my neck, and I felt the world tilt. She lifted one knee, placing it between my thighs as she climbed onto my lap, and I leaned back instinctively against the worn leather of the seat.I could feel my entire
DARRELL'S POV"Hey," I said softly into the phone."Hey, stranger. Just checking if you're still breathing over there." Amaya's voice came through warm and teasing, like always. I could picture her rolling her eyes even though I couldn't see her.I let out a tired laugh. "Barely.""I can tell.”“ Did something happen over there?”“No, everything is fine. I called because mother asked about you. She wants to know when you're coming home, and she's a little angry that you just left your responsibilities here."I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Mom my ass. She's the one who is curious about when I'm coming back home."Mom, huh?" I said, not even trying to hide the smile in my voice.There was a pause, then a frustrated sigh. "I’m sorry, it's not mother.” She said in a gentle and low voice. Maybe she thought I was going to get angry that she lied. “I just... I'm worried that you haven't called in days. I know you're busy, but…...”"I'm very sorry I didn't mean to make you worr
I opened my eyes slowly and saw his suit jacket was draped around me, covering the coffee stains."I'm sorry about your dress," he said quietly, his face closer than it should be.My skin felt like it was on fire, and I struggled to breathe properly with him this close. Without saying anything, I quickly moved past him and walked toward the door, ready to leave. But as I grabbed the door handle,his next words made me freeze on the spot."How is she?"My heart started pounding so hard it hurt. I stared at the door handle."Who are you talking about?" I asked without turning around."Your daughter. I heard you have a daughter.""She's fine," I managed to say, trying to keep it short."Good. I'm sorry, but I did some research. Not much. And I stopped because I wanted to hear it directly from you. I..s..is she m…""No." I cut him off before he could finish. "She's not yours. If she was, I would have told you before I left.""Right. I guess that makes sense.”I pushed the door open and pra
My thumb hovered over Mom's contact on my phone screen as I didn't even know what to do. I know they will soon see the news about me and she’d really be sad. I really want to call her so badly. I want to hear her and Dad's voices, to know if they are okay and ask how they've all been these past few years.But every time I tried to press the number, this heavy guilt would crash into my chest like a wave.How could I face her after what I did? After abandoning them without even leaving a single message or checking on them for the past six years? How could I?I let out a shaky sigh and dropped my phone onto the table, as I couldn't bear to do it.I just couldn't.I'm such a terrible daughter. I know. And I also know that they would never be able to forgive me for what I have done. But I also wish that they would be able to understand that leaving at that time was the best thing to do. I hate seeing my father being weak and ridiculed in front of the entire pack. I hate it.Leaving them al
*****EMMA'S POV*****Since yesterday, I have been living in constant fear of Darrell suddenly barging into my house and demanding for his daughter. He is definitely capable of that once he knows the truth. And what is killing me right now is whether he knew the truth or not.But he has been too quiet for someone who knows the truth.Hailey told me how she met a stranger who helped her cross the road, and from how she described the person, it’s obvious that the person she was talking about is Darrell. Her description fit him perfectly.Now I'm worried he's going to connect the dots and want to take her away from me. I never expected that those two meetings would be so soon, and it's all because of Carmen."Emma, I'm so sorry.”I didn't even look at her. "Carmen, not now. Please.""Then when? How many more times do I have to say it? I messed up, okay? I know I did.”I grab a champagne flute from some waiter walking by and start walking away from her.“Emma, wait… are you really gonna ac