Novels by Emily lee

"What do you think?" He asked me. I thought, since this guy is one of Dameon's work colleagues, I wanted to be friendly. "It's pretty. I really love the color," "I was right, eh," he lightly pats the seat of it, "Pretty things like pretty things, don't they?" I laughed awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Was he calling me a thing? "I can take you out on it if you want. It's up and running," he suddenly suggested. "I d-don't think-" "Come on. I would take you for a wild ride, sweetie. You would love it," "Um," I looked over to the door where Dameon disappeared through. When was he coming back? "You don't fancy an old man like me? That it?" he raised a bushy eyebrow. Both his eyebrows look like furry caterpillars and combined with him staring at me expectantly. It gave me the urge to laugh. I couldn't help it, I started giggling, trying to muffle it with a hand over my mouth. I don't know why, but something about the situation Was just so funny. "Aw, don't be like that, swe

I woke up with a startled gasp, looking around to check where I was. Was he here? Was he going to hurt me? I was nearly hyperventilating, grasping the sheets as I tried to remember where I was. The room was quiet. The sound of soft breathing comes from beside me, and I look to see Dameon with his hair all messed up from the pillows, sleeping peacefully. Thank god I didn't wake him up.The sight of him filled me with some relief, but my heart was still beating a mile a minute. This often happens when I wake from night terrors like this--my body is still stuck in the dream, and the anxiety doesn't go away for a while. But why have I been having so many lately? It is really draining.In this one, my stepfather was holding me down as he pressed his knee down on my chest cavity. Any harder and he would've broken my rib cage. The hot ash from his cigar was raining down on my face, stinging my cheeks.My stomach still felt queasy; I quietly sneaked off the bed, gently moving Dameon's hands,

I blushed, my heart feeling warm at the affection in his voice. His being so sweet to me sometimes feels like a dream. I remember When I first got here, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. He was so cold and mean. It was so hard to imagine that, at that time, all I was to him was "Dark Moon trash." I was Glad that I'm "shortcake" to him now instead. He got up to go change again, and I dismissed my disappointment when he walked back out in a shirt and pants. I hoped at least that he'd go shirtless. "Are you staying over? What about Ralph?" I asked. Ralph still doesn't know about our relationship, at least to my knowledge. "He's not coming back tonight. He would be at midnight packed for a few days. Didn't he tell you?" Oh. I do faintly recall him saying something about that, but I must have been too occupied with being depressed to remember. At my intuitive expression, He ruffles my hair, climbing on the bed with me. "Come h

 I played with my phone absent-mindedly as I waited for Dameon, as he had gone to freshen up. I had calmed down already, and my tears had finally stopped. I was honestly still reeling from everything he had told me. It explained so much. Why he was so touchy about mates. About Tai. Now that I knew the reason behind why he snapped at me, it hurt so much less now.And the fact that he trusted me enough to open up to me felt pretty great. That he sees me as valid, and respects and cares about my opinion of him. It made me feel like we had passed a big milestone together.I hummed softly to myself, adjusting the screen brightness of my phone when a message popped up on my screen. My Stomach drops. It was from Brianna.  Her last text to me was a happy birthday wish, not a single one since that. Until now.Brianna Brianna:Why were you at my house?Shit. How do I reply to that? Yes, I was, but I accidentally saw that you defamed a picture of me, so I left. Which was wh

The flashback has ended. Back to the present time.The pain of losing his mate was too much for Ralph to bear. He fell into depression. And every time I had to look at the broken shell of the man who used to be the proud Alpha of our pack, guilt overtook me. It was all I could feel sometimes. Watching him mourn her was just as painful as my own mourning. It was a reminder that I took away what he loved most in the world. His mate. His Luna.After that, I became strong. Puberty hit me like a train and I sprouted up. I worked out. Got into fights. I just wanted to be invincible. I felt like it could make up for how weak and helpless I had been as I watched that alpha kill her.I don't want a mate, either. After seeing what both Ralph and my biological mom went through because of their mates, I swore I would never claim mine. Because they could get hurt and die in the blink of an eye when you aren't there to protect them. And I don't want to ever feel the pain of losing someone I loved

The Flashback continues She jolted, scrambling out over the blanket. She grabbed her gun and slipped it into her boots before turning to me."I need you to stay here," she whispered. My heart beat erratically, fear consumed me. "Mom! You can't go!" "I have to protect you," "But y-you're not an alpha like the others or dad! Don't fight," She smiled at me sadly. "How little faith you have in me. I know how to use a gun, Dameon," I shook my head. "No! Don't go!" She kissed me on the head. "I love you forever," she said. I watched as she left our makeshift tent, cooking her gun. I don't plan on staying here. I have to go after her. I have to protect mom. I grabbed my a little knife that Dad had given me for my 10th birthday. Mom had been so mad when She saw what the present was. He told her, "Tia, the alpha's son needs to know how to fight!" She ignored him, then whacked him over the head with a spatula. I still got to keep the knife,e though, as long as I promised to be s