Sustained Emma Chase Novels & Stories

I squeaked out, as I raked a hand through my hair, taking out the clips the women had put in. "Yeah yeah, Channing." He groaned. "Now have you seen Beta Ari?" "Yeah, with Queen Emiko. They were handcuffed together." "Okay, they're still looking." He muttered, which made me frown. What or who were they looking for? Justin sounded really worried and stressed. "J, is everything okay?" I asked, with worry. "I can't talk about it, Chan." He answered. I sighed, as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked and saw my mate.

Could it be the file containing damning evidence against the Maddox empire? As she dried off and dressed, Emma's mind couldn’t pinpoint where exactly she shoulf start her new findings. If the file was truly as crucial as Damien had intimated, why would he entrust her with such a task? Unless there was an insider at the police force working for the Maddox empire. With a heavy heart, Emma donned a scarlet flared office dress, accentuating it with a black belt and heels. She grabbed her purse and keys, her mind still buzzing with unanswered questions, and made her way out the door.

His hand brushes the armrest a little too quickly, his jaw tight. The air shifts. He might not know why my words carry weight, but I do. I remember everything now. Not just saying. “But that’s by the way,” I wave casually. “It’s late. I should be heading home.” “Ah. Yes.” He nods quickly, almost flustered. “I heard about—” The television suddenly lights up. Breaking News flashes across the screen. Emma Harris arrested for sabotaging Lila’s Armitage Collection. Footage rolls. Emma being escorted into a police station, hands cuffed in front of her. Reporters shouting questions. An officer stating that she was caught trying to flee the city and has confessed to the crime.

Executives acknowledged her presence carefully instead of awkwardly pretending not to recognize Dominic Sterling’s ex-wife. Interesting. Respect looked very different from pity. Emma stepped out of the elevator on the executive floor wearing a fitted ivory blouse tucked into charcoal trousers, her hair tied back neatly, makeup minimal and sharp enough to make exhaustion invisible. She looked composed. Untouchable. Which was impressive considering she wanted to throw Laura into traffic twelve hours ago. “People are staring at you again.” Emma looked up to find Maya falling into step beside her carrying two coffees. “They stared before too.” “Yes,” Maya agreed. “But before it was ‘poor Emma.’”

I had to wiggle my brow because I knew exactly what he will do. This man is a beast. And in one month, this mansion will hear screams from its victims. He looks awful as he gave me his glare and turned around to go away. However, Alpha Zach looked at me with a smug face. “Just so you know, she’s kinda hot,” he mocked, and I was stunned. My throat felt dry as I looked at him. “W-What?” “ Hmmm,” he said before walking away and whistling to himself. Fuck. It can’t be, right? Chandrel and I only had two meetings and its impossible for him to know about her. Fucking hell.

She was tearing through the Collectors like they were made of paper, fueled by their own fear and confusion. Elena was a blur on the roof, taking down snipers before they could fire. Nia was in the middle of it all, her power crackling around her like electricity. We were winning. --- Then I saw him. The leader. He was standing at the edge of the property, watching the chaos with cold detachment. He was older than I expected—fifties, maybe. Silver hair. Expensive suit. He looked like a businessman. But his eyes were dead. "Emma Chen," he said. "I've been looking for you."