LOGIN(Emi’s POV)
“What can I do for you?” I finally muster up the strength to say. Mrs. Halifax sighs, rolling her eyes as if her time is being wasted. “Where’s the owner of this shop? We’d like to speak to them about an upcoming event.” “I am the owner,” I say softly. She stiffens at that, eyeing me like a bug she’d gladly step on. “You’re the owner?” “Yes, I’m the owner,” I repeat, scanning their faces. “Well, this isn’t going to work,” she huffs, shaking her head. She glances over at Spencer. “Was this your doing? I thought you stopped doing charity work.” I flush in humiliation at that. I’m still considered a charity case even though I’m the owner of an established business. I freeze when I realize that I wouldn’t be in my position right now if it hadn’t been for Alpha King Lucian’s charity. My heart aches. Is this how he feels about me too? It makes sense why he never wanted our association to be known. Me knowing is a complication to his carefully crafted plans. He wants to minimize the damage his own way and tie up loose ends. I’m currently that loose end. “Mother, I haven’t seen or talked to her since that night,” Spencer grumbles in frustration. His eyes sweep from me to his mother. “I didn’t suggest this place—“ “I did,” Lysette cuts in with a shrug and mischievous cruel smile. “The Northern Alpha King is very fond of this bakery and patisserie shop. I want to give him every reason to attend. His presence at our ceremony will ensure and strengthen both of our families prosperity and reputation.” So she is using me as a pawn to get what she wants? Correction, she’s using my baked goods to get Alpha King Lucian to attend. “Well, dear, Lucian is Spencer’s cousin,” Mrs. Halifax reminds her and my heart twists. How could I forget about that twisted family link? Oh course Alpha King Lucian wouldn’t want his cousin’s sloppy seconds. It’s one of the reasons Spencer tried to keep our relationship hidden so he wouldn’t embarrass the ‘family’ just like Alpha King Lucian is or rather was doing before I walked in on him fucking Lysette’s mouth. He doesn’t want to be humiliated. Now all this makes more sense. It makes more sense than what Iris was trying to convince me. Anger flares through me. I’m so sick of it. I’m so sick of being seen a charity case. These people care about one thing and it’s their stupid reputation including Alpha King Lucian. I’m angry that Lysette has taken everything away from me. She has managed to get a taste of both males that were and are supposed to be mine. She’s probably the Northern Alpha King’s mistress, because he’s only getting back at his cousin… or maybe he cares for her. This has nothing to do with me. He just wants control. He doesn’t care about me at all. He cares only about himself and I’m tired of not putting myself first. I’ve had enough of it all. “Get out,” I snap, losing control of myself. “I want you all to get out of my shop.” Lysette’s eyes pop open at that. I hear the other women gasp at my boldness. Spencer’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open. Iris even tenses next to me and I see her look at me in surprise. “You’re not getting a single pastry, cake, or whatever the hell you were hoping for from my shop,” I growl at them as I pass by them to storm to the door. I open it and point at the open doorway. “You’re no longer welcome here. Don’t even bother coming back.” Mrs. Halifax walks up to me and slaps me across my face. “You ungrateful little bitch,” she snarls at me. “We could’ve taken your little shop to the next level, but your pettiness is going to be your downfall. Now we’re going drag your name and your shop through the dirt.” When the rest of the angry group take their leave, I shut and lock the door to my shop. I face a wide-eyed Iris gawking at me in shock and disbelief. “What’re you doing?” she gasps. “I mean they deserve it obviously, but you know who they are. They can bring down your shop by just word of mouth.” It doesn’t matter anymore. Everything I thought is mine was never fully mine. This shop isn’t fully mine. It’s his not mine. All the business traffic he orchestrated. That was him. He’s not even mine and he’s supposed to be my mate. I’m just his dirty secret — just his stupid charity case. “Let them,” I whisper. “I want them to.” Her mouth drops open. “But what about what Adam said about Alpha King Lucian wanting to—“ “I don’t believe in fairytales anymore,” I tell her. “If he really wanted me, he wouldn’t have sent someone else to fetch me. He would’ve ran after me, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t have fucked the same woman that my ex boyfriend fucked and is getting mated to.” “Do you even hear yourself, Emi?” Iris gasps. “This isn’t just some wolf you’re messing with. He’s the Northern Alpha King.” “And he won’t want to be associated publicly with a controversial business,” I point out and Iris opens her mouth to argue but freezes in shock. “He’ll drop the idea about being a general partner, because he won’t want his name to be dragged through the mud.” She shakes her head. “You’re playing with fire, Emi. I hope you know that it’s not going to be that easy,” she warns me with a frustrated sigh. “Yes, he’s a ruthless businessman and the old ways aren’t what they used to be, but he’s a pure blooded Alpha from one of the most powerful bloodlines. Are you sure this is the wisest decision to challenge somebody like him?” “You said it,” I say with false confidence and bravado. “It’s not like it used to be. In the old days, a pureblooded Alpha would move mountains to be with his mate. Modern times just made it even more about the right connections and the right pedigree.” She chuckles. “Are you sure about that?” “I am,” I nod my head even though doubt and worry is seeping into my body. What is done is done. “I don’t think you are.” She takes a deep breath. “I’ve met him before—“ “So have I,” I gasp. “He was fucking that stupid blond bitch.” Her eyes narrow then she bites her bottom lip. “Emi, you sound jealousy,” she chuckles. “I have properly met him. You have too in a roundabout way. He doesn’t seem like a wolf that is easily thwarted by obstacles in his way, does he?” She raises her eyebrows, daring me to contradict her. “He seems like a wolf that will do everything in his power to get what he wants. To me, that sounds like an Alpha. I really hope you’re ready for that, because if I’m right, you just challenged an Alpha and he’s going to destroy all obstacles in his path to get what he wants. Judging by everything he’s done, it’s you.” My doubts are forcing me to reconsider what I’ve done, but it’s too late for that now. It’s almost like fate has chimed in, cementing the path I forced myself to go down, because our phones start going off. I glance down at mine and start to see the slanderous remarks hitting the media and social media platforms about my behavior at the bake shop just like I expected to happen. “I-I think you’re wrong,” I stammer weakly. “I think he’ll leave me alone.” She shrugs. “I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?” She sighs. “I have a date to get ready for and I’m pretty sure we’re going to be talking about this new development.”(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







