EMILIA POV
The morning of the next day came and somehow, I cannot explain why I am in shock when it has always been this way.
Maybe I was in shock because this date was supposed to be a special one for me—for us, hence the hurt that came alongside Tristan's absence at my apartment the day before.
It was the weekend, and not a day of work in New Orleans. The multi-million company I work for was on a long-term break that was not ending soon, either.
I got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom in a bid to take a bath. All the time, whenever I wanted a bath: I forgot to take along with me the towel from the wardrobe, and with this, I walked back to the room to take my towel.
A bath was taken in haste, and I was standing in the room once again, with a towel wrapped around me.
A sigh especially my mouth as I thought about what I was going to do.
What sense did all of these make?
What if I didn't find him in any of these places?
What if it was me who ended up getting embarrassed? I thought again, taking off the towel that wrapped around me, and catching up with the wardrobe where an outfit was selected in seconds.
After a while, I was ready for my mission.
One—two, I wore perfumes before my wristwatch and then headed out of the room.
I was standing in the kitchen soon enough, thoughts about what to put in my mouth before leaving, a problem.
Was I hungry?
I touched my stomach for a moment, shaking my head and walking out.
My handbag which I brought from the room, was picked up from the table where I left it before heading to the main entrance of the large apartment.
However it was going to turn out, I didn't know. One thing I knew was, I must speak to Tristan before coming back to my apartment.
I was standing at the gate of the compound soon enough. I walked out and luckily for me, a cab was oncoming.
My hand flagged it down and in seconds, I hopped in the back seat.
“Where are we going, ma'am?” The man who held the wheel asked.
“Royals Club,” I said with a sly smile that appeared on my face.
The cab started, and we drove out of the Estate I live in.
Soon enough, our arrival at Royals Club was close, and my chest heaved a sigh from time to time.
How was I going to face him?
I wasn't happy with the latest development. How can I be happy with myself and the man I love? I thought while the cab stopped at the gate one of the many clubs in the city.
Without hesitation, I hopped down. My hands searched my purse for some notes and I threw them at the man who nodded with a smile that graced his countenance.
Now was my time.
I walked into the compound, a grimace on my countenance. My legs led me past the parking lot and soon enough, I was standing at the entrance of the club.
One of the men in uniform, standing at the spot, searched me and my bag in a hurry and after a while, I walked into the space.
It was a loud room, and my ears went weak at the sound of the music that blared in the space. Normally, I should not have weak ears but the mood I was in did not allow me to have fun.
Instead of looking around, I walked to a room where Tristan and I stayed whenever the club was visited.
After greeting a few people in uniforms, I walked past them and caught up with the door of the room Tristan and I spent time in whenever we came to the club.
The moment I walked in, there was no sign of him. I leaned on the wall, heaving a sigh as I called on the attention of the citizens who had fun in the space.
“Are you okay?” One of them asked.
Without saying a word to him, I held my bag and headed out of the space.
What could I possibly be doing here when Tristan was nowhere in or close to the bar?
Once again, I was in the main club and leading my way out of the space.
Anger pulled up on my countenance, and the urge to transform into a wolf was overwhelming. I was hurt, and annoyed and would do anything to anyone who dared me in the state that I was.
Where do I go from here?
I looked around me and there was no oncoming cab. I could not walk the distance that would take me to the main road due to how I felt, especially inside of me.
Maybe I should sit a while at the sit-out built outside the club.
Without any hesitation, I was seated on one of the chairs. It was a good thing that I was in the spot alone, with my thoughts to myself.
Now I could use my device.
I checked Tristan's message box and there was no message from him. His phone was switched off when I dialed and there was no call from him either.
I looked up at the sound of a car, driving into the large compound.
It looked like a car I recognized, but there was no need to rush whoever it was that was inside the car until I was certain it was the man I imagined it to be.
My gaze followed the car and soon enough, it was parked in the lot.
I watched keenly, observing the movement of the man who got down from the car. Then, I confirmed the thoughts in my head.
“Son of a bitch!” I picked up my phone and handbag, headed to the spot where Tristan was.
At this point, I knew how ready I was to show him how bad I felt.
EMILIA POV In seconds, I was standing in front of him, staring into his face. “How could you?”Not only did I ask my question, but my hand hit his cheek with a resounding slap, calling the attention of the man in uniform. “Madam, what is the matter?” The man who searched me and my bag, asked, holding me from Tristan's. “Leave me alone!” I yelled at the man, jerking off from him. “How could you, Tristan?” I asked, already crying. “Is two years not enough time for you to love me?”“Woah!” Tristan cried, touching his cheek. “You have the wrong person, my Lady.” I gazed at him, fire in my eyes. Not just in my eyes, but in my bones as well. What did he mean by I have the wrong person? It wasn't hard for me to recognize him and the car we went on a date in, once. Was it? “Excuse us,” Tristan said to the man in uniform who walked away. “I can handle this.”What was he going to say to make me feel better than the worse I felt? I wondered, waiting to hear his reasons and excuses, as us
TRISTAN POV It was a hustle getting back to the warehouse without getting caught. For goodness’s sake! I trained these boys to be certain of the environment while we drove past the streets. How come they didn't know the police were tracking us? I wondered when the truck parked in front of the compound. I brought out my tracker and tracked the environment in a bid to be certain we did not let enemies into our space. When it was confirmed, we then drove into the compound when one of the men who stayed back in the warehouse opened the gate.“What happened?” One of them asked and without saying a word to him, I walked past after throwing my backpack at him. Now I could hear him throw his question at the rest of the men who had gotten down from the truck, followed by their footsteps as they marched into the warehouse. In a rage, I threw the helmet on the floor. It could not be broken, after all. In a fierce rage, I led the way to one of the chairs in the space and took a seat in i
TRISTAN POV Immediately I arrived in my room, I flung the backpack on the bed. My legs led me to the wardrobe where I picked up my towel and as soon as I did, I led my way to the bathroom. After a cold bath, I walked back into the room. It was soothing to be home once again, and more than soothing to not be caught by the police. What would I have done at this point? Where would I be by now?There was no point thinking about it since it was yet to happen. Once again, my legs led me and I walked to the wardrobe where I picked an outfit for the night before heading to the door. When I walked out, I snapped my fingers and my guards emerged from their spot. “I need to see Father,” I said. “You don't have to follow me. Watch over my room.”They bowed while I walked away. The room where Father preferred to stay in the evening was quite far from where I was, so I hastened my footsteps, finding my way to the space. “Good evening, my lord.” A young woman greeted me on my way to the Ma
ORION POV My hate for him cannot be comprehended. Why is he a member of the royal family in the first place? There in the dining hall where we sat, I could not help but gaze at him with pre-hate that was obvious and wondered what exactly went wrong with him. What did he do to the pretty woman? Why did she slap me? For goodness’s sake! That slap was meant for Tristan and ended on my face. After eating, I got on my feet, and without saying a word to the rest of my brothers, I led my way out of the hall. My legs, without hesitation or delay, led me to the Manor and I looked to the right, walking in the direction leading to my royal chamber. On arrival, I threw the key to my car on the bed. A sigh escaped my lips and I fell on the bed as well. There was worry written on my face, if not for anything but on behalf of the women who fell for his trap. They were yet to know how much of a playboy he is, and how he never meant any of his feelings for them. The lay at the club said tw
EMILIA POVMy day at work was a hectic one. From giving accounts for my days at home to submitting files asked for by the manager. For goodness’s sake! I had imagined it would be different in the human world, which was why I left the Pack I belong to in the first place. But do I have to work to feed all the time? Why can't I just feed on humans and be all alright? I dumped my office key on the couch and took a seat next to it. A grimace appeared on my face when I thought of how boring my life had become. What would I do without a man like Tristan? “No way!” I sat up, shoving thoughts about him away from my head. Why was it so hard to forget about a man who played with me and my emotions? Was this the reason why he didn't want me to meet with his family during the first year of our relationship? Even in the second year, he was never willing to let me meet his parents. I have been a stupid woman. What more description would fit into how stupid I was? I got on my feet, picked
ORION POV I looked down at her, a smile on my countenance. For the first time since my encounter with her in the Club's compound, I found her pretty. “Who—” she mouthed, pointing at me. “I don't want to slap you until I am certain. Which one are you?”A chuckle escaped my lips. Who is this woman? I laughed and cocked my neck. “Who do you think it is?”She walked closer, raising her hands to touch my face. “I wouldn't know, but Tristan would not be nice. Not after all he's done.”“I thought as much,” I shifted a bit from the door and let her pass. “You used the male toilet, ma'am. I should have told you on time.”Without saying a word to me, she walked away. I wouldn't blame her, would I? I walked in, shut the door and used the toilet before finding my way out of the space.Somehow, I admired her guts.So she could come to the same bar she got herself embarrassed in, after that day? Who is this woman? I wondered again, shutting the large door and finding my way out of the bathroom.
TRISTAN POV Why was she yet to reach out to me?The last time I checked, Emilia always apologized on my behalf whenever we had issues and all I did was sit and wait to be begged, even when it wasn't her fault.It was good to see, and there was a good feeling that came with it. It has been weeks since I failed to make it to her apartment. Why have I yet to hear from her? Not even a call.A hand knocked on my door and I snapped my fingers, a signal that whoever it was at the door should find his way in. “My lord,” the guard who watched after the door of my room came in. “What is it?”“My lord Logan is here to see you.” He announced with a nod and a bow that followed next. “What does he want?” I was forced to ask while the dumb guard shook his head, signalling to me how unsure and uncertain he was of what Logan had come to do in my room.“Let him in, then,” I urged the man who nodded. He walked out in seconds and when the door opened again, there was one of the many brothers I have
EMILIA POV Who does he think he is?Normally, I was supposed to place thousands of calls and messages to Tristan, even when I knew I had done nothing wrong in this case. My mind was made up, and there was no way I would stoop very low to make such a mistake—not after what Orion told me about him. My life seemed to have become better these days and there was my job in DE ROYALS, keeping me from too many thoughts. I should make new friends. Maybe not. The last time I checked, it was a friendship that led myself and Tristan into being in a relationship I believed would last. Now what? I sipped from the glass of juice in my hand, a grimace on her face.Suddenly, my phone rang. I jumped to my feet and rushed inside from the veranda where I was seated. Without hesitation, my hand touched one of the couches and there was my phone. It was a number I had never called, nor received a call from. In shock, I gazed at the screen of my phone as I contemplated whether or not to take the cal