Amelia's POVRunning. I was running. I knew I was having the same nightmare that made my skin crawl at night even inside the night terrors. I knew that just as I was trapped here, so was the beast. No escape route. Nothing.I was sitting in the center of an open field, playing a game of chess all on my own but I could feel a presence, moving the pieces on the board just like I was. Trying to wake up, I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was in a classroom. Not just any classroom but the classroom that I had started in as a freshman. In the high school that Cassius had enrolled me in.I knew how this nightmare was going to play out because I had this nightmare too often but it didn't stop the dread from licking my bones. Unlike the previous nightmares however, I was sitting in the classroom on the teacher's seat and the next minute and when I looked outside the glass windows, the sun was out in the sky and it was bright, giving the illusion that it was daylight but instead
Amelia's POVLuna. That word still shocked the hell out of me whenever someone addressed me because it seemed infinite. It seemed binding. Like I was already married or in a relationship with the Alpha of their pack. At least that was how my human mind chose to interpret it. Speaking of Alpha, I doubted being called Luna changed the fact that Damien was pissed as fuck at me. The way he walked out of the room without answering any of my questions and with a look that warned me to not cross him had hurt me more than I could ever imagine.But now as I stood with my head poking out of the door staring at these two large men that were his subordinates, I wondered if all was not lost and if I would still be able to get answers about everything that was going on if I applied just the right amount of pressure. Their stares however made my question dry up in my throat and I rolled my eyes as I looked between the two of them, not at all bold enough to ask any question and wanting to re-strat
Amelia's POVEven though the room was cold from the air conditioning, I felt sweat pool on my forehead in horror. Damien looked back at me, waiting for a response calmly as if he did not just say to me that Cassius was here and wanted to take me back. It was too good to be true then. I could never escape Cassius. Because it was not more than twenty-four hours that I had escaped the bidding market and he had somehow traced me to this place and of course, he wanted me back. He would rather lose everything than allow me to have the tiniest bit of happiness. I remembered his last words to me the last time he had forced himself on me. 'You think you can leave me, Amelia? Know this. The only day you will be able to leave me is in a body bag. I'll kill you before I give you a chance to leave me, do you understand?' My blood chilled as I imagined facing him again and having to go back with him. The glee that would be on his face when he saw me. The way he would look so proud to have fou
Damien's POV Rage. Pure unadulterated rage filled my veins as I walked out of the room where Amelia was, slamming the door hard as I headed for my bedroom at the other end of the hallway. It was more than rage. It was agony. It was sadness and most of all, it was sorrow. "Let's go downstairs then." She had said so calmly like we had not been discussing having to hand her over to Cassius, the same man who had been brutalizing and abusing her for longer than she could even remember. I didn't even realize that I was capable of losing so much control like that and yet, I didn't have the slightest idea what had possessed me to try to do what I just did. Why did I kiss her when she had just all but rejected me with her choice? When she had looked me in the eye and decided that she would rather be with her oppressor than me, who would do anything, even kill for her? When did everything become so wrong? When did it start to feel like I never really had her? I had truly believed
Amelia's POV.I didn't know what Nathan had given me but if it was supposed to make me relax, then it was doing a completely shitty job because I could not seem to stay calm. I had stopped crying, only because it felt like there were no more tears left for me to shed but it still didn't stop my heart from feeling like I had stabbed it with a knife. Because I had. I was responsible for hurting not only Damien but also myself with my words and actions. And now he had stormed out of the room, believing that I would choose Cassius, who I would never in my entire life consider being with over him. I tried to close my eyes but all I could see were his blue jade eyes that had darkened in sadness as he looked at me before leaving. I knew that I could not just sit here and wish that he would come back. Because if I was the one who thought that I was not loved, I would not go back to the person responsible for hurting me. It made me stand up immediately and I rushed to the bathroom to was
Amelia's POVSlowly but gently, I opened my eyes from a peaceful sleep and as I yawned, I took in my surroundings and tried to remember where I was and then the events of yesterday hit me. The misunderstanding between Damien and me and my decision to find him to fix it. The last thing I remembered was Damien lifting me from the couch and tucking me into the bed before placing a kiss on my forehead. And then I remembered how it had felt yesterday knowing that I had hurt both of us and the guilt was gone. Instead, I felt relief that we were able to find our way back to each other, and even though it still felt unreal, like I was living a dream which was very valid because merely a week ago, I was still at mercy of Cassius and his ploys. It made me heave a sigh of relief that I was finally free from the shackles but a part of me missed Elizabeth and Elena briefly. Another part of me could not get over Tracy and Lydia's gazes as we were locked together in that room. Making a mental n
Amelia's POV"The Alpha has a specific type of woman. And not once has he ever deviated from that. You know what they say about taste."I didn't realize that I had remained standing where the beautiful woman had said those words to me like she knew something that I didn't and walked away, leaving me confused and wary until another man passed and stopped in front of me. "Are you alright, Luna?" He said and when I looked up at him, I snapped out of my troubling thoughts and smiled at him. "Yes, thank you," I answered slowly. "My pleasure, Luna." He said and as he walked away, I turned around to continue to Damien's room, my thoughts going back to those words. Every other person that I had met today had been so warm and welcoming and had addressed me as Luna like it was as easy as breathing. So why had that woman's first statement after seeing me insinuating that I was not Damien's type? Why had she smirked like that? Why had she given off such a cold attitude like she didn't approv
Amelia's POV"What are you thinking about? You're crying?" Damien whispered beside me and when I opened my eyes, I saw that he was looking at me with concern written all over his face. I looked at him with a bright smile. "I'm not sad," I answered with joy and as if he could see what was going through my mind, he nodded and smiled gently, taking a step back and allowing me to take my fill of the view. We were standing in an open clearing just outside the mansion and as I looked at the mass of trees that led into the deep of the woods, I remembered the very first time that I had seen the outside of the mansion and realized that there was more to life than the four corners of Cassius's home. It was the very first time I had seen what it was like to be free. It was the very first time that I started to plot my escape. And every time that he sent me to get blood bags in the hospital, knowing that I had no choice but to return, he knew that it broke my spirit. He knew that it destroye