Amelia's POV Anyone who saw me would probably think that I had a penchant for failed plans at this point because why was I yet again, trying to escape Cassius when I even knew that there was a thread that he could use to track me burning bright in my shoulder and drain my blood? The answer was very simple. I was banking on two outcomes: I could escape and be free, or I could die trying. Because if Cassius was not going to set me free or put me out of my misery, then I was going to do that for him by myself. Elizabeth would have to forgive me for this plan. If Elena was still alive, she would probably scream and even slap me for still trying to escape when I knew the kind of man I was trying to run away from. She would probably tell me that this was my most stupid idea yet. But despite everything, she would not stop me, because she knew how important my freedom was. It was more important than anything else. I was actually very surprised when Blair did not look at me suspiciou

Amelia's POV"I'm so sorry." The maid whispered as she dabbed my back with the cold towel. She held the ice pack against my shoulder where the tracking thread was embedded into my skin, tightening the minute Damien had left the house to track Cassius' movements. "It's not your fault" I whispered back, fighting the urge to scream when the thread tightened and twisted inside my back again. Cassius was insane if he thought that he would come here and take me back and I would still love him. Not that I ever did.He had to be really insane because how could you put someone through this much pain and say that you love them? How could you try to make sure that they died if they left you? And still have the guts to be searching for them when they leave you? I realized that I was still thinking of myself as a person to Cassius. It wasn't what I was to him. To him, I was property. Like a piece of prized furniture or painting. That he believed he could treat however he wanted and would still

Amelia's POV "I'm fine." I whispered to Elizabeth and when she looked at me with raised eyebrows, I understood that she was not going to leave me no matter what I said. I was about to tell her that I was fine again when I retched and turned back to vomit again, gripping the edges of the toilet seat as I emptied the contents of my already empty stomach into the toilet bowl. Holding my hair up, Elizabeth rubbed my back gently until I was done and this time when I rose to my feet and turned to look at her, she leaned forward to help me flush the toilet before patting my shoulder gently. "I will help you get some fruits. You can clean up by yourself, yes?" She asked and when I nodded, she left the bathroom and I heard the door to my room close shortly after. Turning around to rinse my mouth and face, I paused when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked exactly how I felt. Dead inside. My lips were pale, almost blue and badly chapped despite all the attempts of Elizabeth to

Amelia’s POV I knew the moment I opened my eyes that I was dreaming when I found myself sitting in a house like the one that I had imagined I would own when I was free from the hold of Cassius. It was nothing like a mansion, in fact, it was a far cry from what a mansion should look like. I was even happier to no longer feel like I was trapped in the large four walls of my captor, with windows that felt like they were unreachable. It was a beach house with glass windows and doors that showed the dazzling beauty of the ocean and the white beach sand that sparkled when the rays of sunlight hit the surface. It was the type of house that I had seen in romantic movies before Cassius had stopped me from watching television, blaming it for being responsible for giving me dreams that would take me far away from him. As if I needed any reason to not want to be with a murderous monster like him. I stood by the glass windows, my eyes bright with excitement and that was when I heard a voice cal

Amelia's POVI didn't know if having vivid dreams was a side effect of being pregnant but this time when I opened my eyes again, I was at a party. And it was back in the pack. Damien's pack.I knew that it was a dream and yet it felt so real to see Nathan hugging Elena in one corner, the two of them looking at each other with so much unspoken love, it was envious to watch. When Elena looked at me, I could swear that my heart skipped a beat because she looked so real. She looked absolutely divine, wearing a black dress that fit her body like a glove.She looked exactly like she would have if we had truly escaped the clutches of Cassius. She looked radiant. She looked free.My eyes moved away from the couple and I noticed everyone who passed by me bowed slightly in greeting.Luna, they whispered with smiles on their faces.Here, it did not matter that I had been a slave to someone like Cassius. They did not look at me like I was unfit to be mated to their Alpha. They stared at me with a