LOGIN(Emi’s POV)
My heart races in my chest at what Adam revealed. Why would Alpha King Lucian even think to do that? The Northern Alpha King owns all commercial and residential real estate in the Northern Territory. His casino and business complex are pillars of his empire and wealth. Why would he want to be associated with a small little bake shop? Wasn’t that why he kept it silent in the first place? “As you saw when you came by last week,” he tells me with that wicked smirk. It finally occurs to me that he hasn’t tried to hunt me down, because he doesn’t need to. “There’s plenty of foot traffic at the Moon Eclipse casino and hotel. He wants you to open a new location there.” “At-At the same building as him,” I stammer out in a squeak. I can’t be in the same vicinity as him. That’s insane! Why would he suggest something like that? “But I’m barely having enough staff and—“ “He’s well aware,” he cuts in as if he already knows all my protests against this crazy idea… or rather Alpha King Lucian already knows. “He’s already arranging hiring events for your location here and the new location at Moon Eclipse.” He chuckles at the panic in my eyes, because he knows I have nowhere to escape. I bite my bottom lip and I glance over at Iris. Her eyes are narrowed, bouncing back and forth between Mr. Delacroix and myself. I can see the gears turning in her head. My eyes survey the rest of the shop and notice pairs of eyes peering over before refocusing their attention back on what they were doing. Alpha King Lucian Wolfe is always a hot topic so this is juicy news. Why would a powerful wolf like him care about a small bakery shop like mine? It’s almost like he’s doing this on purpose and I don’t understand why. He spent years with no contact and now he’s forcing me into the spotlight. “My suggestion Ms. Moon is that you reach out to Lucian and discuss this with him yourself before it gets worse,” he tells me honestly. There is no guilt or regret in his eyes, knowing exactly what he has done. *** Before Mr. Delacroix leaves, he exchanges numbers with Iris and arranges a date later on. He also slips me Alpha King Lucian’s business card. My hands tremble when I take it from him. When he takes his leave, Iris bites her lip, watching him go before she sighs. Her eyes drops to the gold metallic business card in my hand. Her eyes widen in surprise at it. “That’s a dermatoglyph business card,” she whispers to me in awe. I glance down at it, watching it swirl with shades of dark purple and emerald green. It looks intricate and refined. “It’s really expensive. Pretty much only the person it’s intended for can access information on that by touch.” I swallow as the design shifts to letters until I can read the details on the card. It shows all his phone numbers — his personal phone number, his work phone number, and home phone number. It has his email address. It also shows a gold symbol of a wolf howling at a crescent moon. “What does it say?” she asks curiously. I frown, glancing over at it. “You can’t see it?” “No,” she says. There’s a knowing look on her eyes and smirk on her face. “I can’t, but you definitely can.” I flush at the implication in her words. Did she already figure it out? “It has his personal, work, and home phone numbers. It has his email address too. There’s also a symbol on it.” She bit her lip to try stop a smile from forming. I frown at her. “I guess I should thank you for landing me this job then,” she chuckles softly. Her eyes meets mine. “He knew I’d automatically suggest you for the events. I’ve been a public advocate for your bakery for a long time. It seems he knew if he hired me that it wouldn’t look strange to have your goods in his hotel and casino.” My mouth drops open in surprise. Why would he… because I’m his mate even if nobody knows and he knows that it would provide me more financial stability in my life. He has been trying to take care of me without drawing so much attention to himself and me. That’s why he has gone to these elaborate lengths being my silent business partner and hiring my best friend to secure that my business thrives even more. “You get it now,” she whispers to me. Her eyes drift to the last customers packing up for the day. “So what happened?” I frown at that. “He’s been keeping his distance all this time. What changed for him to take more of a proactive approach?” My heart aches as the memory of him with Spencer’s fiancée and him courting Jacqueline pushes into my mind. My cheeks heat up at having to come clean to Iris. “I-I walked in on him his-his secretary’s was blowing him when I dropped off the samples last week,” I stammer. Her eyes widen at that. Her mouth drops open before she shakes her head and whistles low at that. “His secretary happens to be my ex’s fiancée,” I admit in humiliation. Her eyes narrows at that. “That’s a bit screwed up.” “Especially since he was there when they humiliated me at that event,” I add in with a sigh while I return the wave my last customer gives me before heading out. “He was?” she gasps in surprise as if that actually matters. I nod. She chuckles as if it all makes sense now. “Oh, the plot thickens!” I frown, looking at her in confusion. “The plot thickens?” “Oh, come on, Emi, you don’t see what he’s doing?” She sighs when I continue to look at her in confusion. “Everything so far he’s done is to take care of you from afar. He hires your ex’s fiancée knowing what they did to you as his secretary and he just randomly hires her. I bet he’s setting them up to get humiliated for humiliating you. I’m willing to bet you money that that’s what he’s doing.” I swallow thickly at before shaking my head. “But he just went out with Jacqueline Beaumont.” She takes a deep breath. See, that’s not one can’t easily be explained way. She bites her lip. Her mind reels as thoughts roll through her head. “They live in a world of politics, Emi,” she says honestly. “I don’t have an explanation for that, but I’m sure it isn’t what it seems. It never is.” She points to the card. “The only way you’ll get any answers to any of these questions is if you reach out to him. I also have a feeling he’s not going to let you run away from this either. Why else would he be making his association to you public knowledge now instead of silencing you?” I look down at the business card and recheck all the details again. They’re still all there. Is it really his contact details? I mull over her words. Before my mind can decide what to do next, the door opens and the bells and chimes go off. Both Iris and I look up to see who walked inside with my chipper greeting dying on my lips. Spencer Halifax and his fiancée walks in with Spencer’s mother, Mrs. Halifax, and Mrs. Faux. “Did hell just walk into your bakery?” Iris mutters to me. I swallow, watching the group of socialites approach Iris and myself. Spencer’s eyes widen as realization sets in that I work here and Mrs. Halifax seems to remember me all too well. Mrs. Faux is looking straight at me with suspicion through narrowed eyes and Lysette gives me a cruel smirk as she places a possessive hand over Spencer’s chest while being plastered to his side. “Spencer, isn’t this the girl you were secretly dating before you came to your senses?” Mrs. Halifax asks her son. Yes, Iris, you’re correct. Hell has walked into my bakery.(Emi's POV)I peek out from the doorframe to see Spencer eyeing the tarts and my body deflates at the sight. It really is him. I miss the times when I barely saw his face in person only in the media. Lucky me, I've got to see him twice now in the same month and in the same year in my shop.He glances up and I know I can't pretend I didn't see him. I sigh in annoyance as I walk out fully into the front behind our counters while Sylvie joins me and stands by the cash register. He immediately heads over to me and my body tenses at his incoming closeness. This is the last thing I expected was to see him back here after he and his family trashed my shop.I square my shoulders. "I thought I was quite clear that I--""That's not what Lucian just implied," he cuts in. There's a bit of frustration in the lines of his face and crystal clear in his eyes. "He made it quite clear that we'll be hiring your shop for the claiming ceremony. I wasn't aware you knew my cousin enough to have him show up
(Emi’s POV)A man dressed in a high-end suit and tie shows up at *Sylvie’s Sweets* with a bouquet of flowers and beautifully packaged boxes just as I restock the shelves with some newly baked goodies. Sylvie is manning the counter, ringing out a customer and stops mid action to stare at the lavish display. The customer that Sylvie helping turns to the front, noticing Sylvie’s expression and lack of action. The other customers also look up from what they’re doing to watch the man approach the counter.I bump my head on the top of the bakery case as I attempt to remove myself from the shelf I’m trying to refill. The man seems to know exactly who he should be delivering to, because he stops at the front of the case right in front of me. He gives me a smile while I stand frozen in shock just staring at him.“Ms. Moon,” the man greets as he holds out the bouquet to me.I shake out of my shock as I quickly look around to put the tray and tongs I’m holding. Sylvie immediately grabs them to p
(Lucian’s POV) It’s about 10AM when my driver pulls up and parks on the side of the street in front of the Halifax’s luxurious townhouse. I sigh, glaring out the window. No, this is not how I imagined spending my day off, but my little mate decided to do a swan dive into a shallow pond and here I am nursing her back to life and making sure she heals her broken neck. As entertaining as it probably is to see my aunt’s veins pop out on her face when she throws a temper tantrum, I now need to run damage control. Nobody knows I’m coming. I’ve been invited every single week for years, but I’ve never once showed up. Here I am walking up to their front door already regretting it, but I press their doorbell. For a moment, there’s silence until I hear a stampede of feet thundering towards the front door from the inside. The door swings open to an absolute circus and I find myself being dragged through the place to be seated at the table on the porch. “It’s an honor to have you here,” Mrs.
(Emi’s POV) When I awake, he’s already gone. My heart hurts, aching for him. All night he ate me out and got me off with his fingers and tongue. I begged from him to fill me up with something more, but he continued to torture me relentlessly with that wicked tongue and his fingers until I passed out from sheer exhaustion. The echoes of his praise was like a lullaby as I vaguely remember him pulling me into his arms and holding me tight. He had pressed a kiss to a sensitive spot on my shoulder, making promises I know he had no intention of keeping. It’s all the same. The same promises from a bloodline that offer sweet promises they never intend keep. His scent lingers in the air. Daylight only starts to creep across the floorboards. I bet he didn’t wait long until I fell asleep to creep out of here like a thief, stealing away my everything. I force myself to awake, shuffling across cold floorboards yet another reminder I need to buy some carpets or at least some slippers. The
(Emi’s POV) “You can hate me all you want,” Alpha King Lucian tells me with a shrug like he hasn’t continuously shattered my heart into pieces multiple times since arriving here. “I take my business matters seriously. We have a binding contract you agreed to sign two years ago and you will honor that.” I shake my head. “No, I won’t. I might not own any of this shop—” “You own half of it,” he reminds me, crossing his arms. His muscles flex underneath his shirt and I hate how my eyes track the subtle movement. “You picked the name in honor of your sister. Did you suddenly stop wanting what’s best for her?” I stomp over to where he’s standing and he tenses, sucking in a breath. He probably doesn’t like people in his space, but I don’t care. He’s been a parasite in mine without me realizing it. I slap him hard across the face, enjoying the way his face snaps to the side. “You don’t get to talk to me like you personally know me,” I hiss at him. His eyes flare and his icy composur
(Emi’s POV) Along with my name and reputation in shambles in the headlines, I notice a surge of pictures and videos of Alpha King Lucian and Jasmine’s romantic date at ‘Moonlit Craving’. I gaze at my mate in his dark burgundy dress shirt while he looks infatuated by his date’s effortless beauty. The way her waterfall of golden tresses shimmers as she moves and my mate’s pale green eyes sparkle in amusement and awe as he watches her. This video hurt me more than him savagely fucking Lysette’s mouth in his office, because he genuinely adores this beautiful woman. I watch another video of them leaving the restaurant and taking the same vehicle. The headlines gushes about how the perfect couple went back to his place and my heart shatters, because I realize that I’m giving more away to him than I ever should. Does his fiancée know that he gets sucked off by his secretary and probably fucks her too? Does she even know that he found his mate? Does she know about me? Would he even dare







