Luka’s POVI had learned the hard way that men weren't supposed to cry, Father didn't fail to remain me with constant whips that stung my back and face. It was something I learned very young in an early age that a man doesn’t cry. The world is filled with tears and sobs and crying children but no man would ever shed a single tear, Father told me this many time whenever I cried for my mother, he said it wasn’t right. Father was cruel when he was punishing me because of my mother's absence but he couldn’t care less that I cried, I think he hated women who were weak because then he could punish them as much as he liked with the whip.The worst punishment had to be when I lost my puppy, I was ten and I cried for the poor dog that was killed on the street after I saw a car wreck, the blood stained the asphalt so badly I thought it would never come off, the puppy was already dead. Father came out of his room with a whip in hand and gave me a good beating for such disobedience, he made m

Luka's POVAfter the child, Paige left, I saw Emily’s face glow in contentment and in satisfaction.“Do you want to get a burger now?” I asked her.“Not yet, I want to take in my environment. No one knows when you'll let me out again” she said with what I thought was a mock severity.I frowned slightly but refused to say a thing about it.She didn't seem bothered or concern about the words she said to me, she wasn't even paying attention to me, she was currently staring at a family at the farthest end that seemed to be talking animatedly.The longing in her eyes was permanent as a stamp. It made sure that she was close to her parents and it was too obvious that she misses them so much. It made think- wish there was a way that I could make her see them, even if it was just once.But then again, I had my doubts. Her parents would probably not have given her to me not talk of selling her to me. It seemed impossible and should I be grateful for their lack of existence? I don't know. I don

Luka’s POV“You really know how to mess things up, don't you?” My Wolf spoke from my head, fueling my guilt like a cigarette, his words were the equivalent of a cold wind that cut through the fabric of our bond, he was speaking with a sneer but I could feel the regret under it and the pain. “Sorry,” I responded as if my words held any meaning, not when all of this was because of me.“Sorry? you hurt that girl without a reason for it, what are you sorry about?” He snapped at me in the same breath and there's no way to respond to such a harsh sentence without feeling something else other than shame. “I didn't do it because of no reason, I…”“Portia is in the past!” The words flew through the air like bullets, puncturing my skin and leaving tiny holes behind. “You're over her, you should be over her!”“She is not in the past, she's a part of my life” I countered back, even though this felt wrong to say aloud. We were both still in the same body, the one where she wasn't there. There

Emily’s POVIt was weird, very weird.I didn't know how to explain it but something happened the more I thought of the King.The beat of my heart would increase three times more than it normally would, there was that fluttery feeling in my stomach when I thought about him, even now, all these things that had happened.This wasn't normal, this couldn't be right and yet…and yet it felt like this had always been a part of me. It should have been natural, even though I had not felt it before… I don't think the books I read ever described such intensity . Not only did the feelings grow stronger, they also increased, as if they were an entity, a being of sorts. I just hoped that nothing bad would happen to me from this…thing. I didn't want anything like this to happen to me, it had to be Amelia and one of her silly tricks.I wasn't some sort of sick person, there was no way I had grown attracted to him . No way at all. This must be a prank or a hallucination that would go away soon enough so

Emily’s POVWhatever games the king was playing, I had to give it to him that he was a pro at it and I was just a beginner. I could do nothing but follow him around in hopes of winning his favour. That's not to say I wasn't still hoping for that, though. He had me locked in exactly where he wanted me to be . At a corner. It made no sense to play these games where you can't see anything so why would anyone want to? But here we were. He pounced on me like a cat on an unsuspecting mouse, I had to give it to him that he was good at this game.I had thrown caution to the wind and gone was my rationality now. I couldn't win against him if my life depended on it and I knew that. I should run for my dear life, shouldn't I? But I didn't, I knew it was useless. No matter how much I ran, he was still there, watching me. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack. This was my one chance to make a mistake and it wouldn't take much, really, for me to lose everything. There was no way for m