Emily's POV “Hello, everyone.” Damon said, with a cup in his hand. He'd been drinking too much wine since the previous night. I barely got any sleep, mulling over everything Dathan and Damon had told me. I just needed the day to come and go, I needed things to be sorted. I couldn't wait to feel a role I know I was highly incapable of. “I want to thank every single one of you, who took out the time to honour my wife and me.” Damon looked at me, sweetly. He had such an expensive tux on, I was scared to touch him. The ambience of the city hall was unmatched, not like I had anything to compare it with. It was just pure luxury. He looked sharper than ever. Damon's team of stylists that arrived at exactly 6am, six hours before the wedding, were just as much as mine, and I saw why. He got a trim, a manicure, in fact, it was a total makeover. The crown went ‘awwwn’, and ‘oooh’. The women looked dreamily at me, as Damon clasped my hand tightly. “This experience wouldn't be th
Emily's POV “Hi, I've been wanting to talk to you.” I said to Damon. It's been two weeks since the wedding, and our marriage was yet to be consummated, but that wasn't a pressing issue, not for me at least. “What is it?” Damon asked, stretching out his hand, as I wore his Richard Mille on his wrists. “I've been thinking,” I started, “Can I see a friend?” I asked him. My heart was in my mouth as I spoke. “You never mentioned that to me.” Damon replied, “Please be fast about that.” He added, referring to how I was fidgeting with the watch. Tending to the Alpha was my utmost duty. He'd made me understand that there's very little input I could ever put into pack administration, or business, and so I should stick to minding him. And that's what I did. “Yeah.” I admitted. “I only thought about her last night. We were friends at the orphanage.” “And you think someone like that would be fit as a company for a Luna?”He asked, still not looking at me. I finally was able to
Emily's POV “You better get going then. Tell your friend to come by, I could use some company. She will wait for you. That's as long as you're here before seven pm, cause Damon arrives by eight.” Dathan said. Tears pooled in my eyes as Dathan talked. Someone so genuinely kind to me couldn't be coincidental. “Thank you.” I said. “She works on the farm, but I have a number she slipped into my skirt when she was taken away.” “Call her then. You're Luna, you can summon her from the farm.” Dathan replied. “Damon taps all my calls.” I suddenly remembered. “Can I use your phone?” “And what's to say that he does not tap mine?” Dathan asked me. But I knew he was joking. He'd never allow that. Dathan is the only person who could stand up to Damon. “Pretty please.” I begged him. “It's right next to you, on the bedside table.” He gave up. “Thank you.” I squealed and reached for it. I called the number Zyna left three times, there was no response, so I gave up. “As I
Emily's POV “He's a tough boy.” Farh said. At first, I thought I hadn't heard well. Servants were sworn to secrecy, much more those who served directly with Alpha’s and Lunas. “He takes after his father's stubbornness.” Farh added. “You mean Alpha Damon III?” I asked Farh. I could never get used to referring to them, or reversing them any less than I did. Alpha’s were the Moon Goddess ears, and eyes and heart on earth. They were not to be disrespected, that's what Nala said. “He was a good man.” He added. “I know deep down, Damon is too.” “I want to think the same.” I sighed. Farh turned off the car, which meant the air conditioner was gonna be off too. “Why did you turn the engine off?” I asked him, surprised. “I just remembered that all our conversations are recorded as long as the car is on.” Farh confided, leaving me wide eyed. “What sort of a life is this?” I asked myself, scared. “You don't have to be afraid. It's hard and rough in the beginning. Y
Damon's POV “Please just let her go.” Emily begged as I observed the strange fellow in her room. It was palace rules not to receive guests in any other parts of the palace, except the living room specifically designed for them. I looked at Emily, and wondered how much more I could take. Every single day with her makes it seem like I made a mistake. “Who are you?” I asked the girl I saw in my Luna’s room. “I'm Zyna, Sir.” She said, bowing. I looked back at Emily without saying a word. “The friend who works on the farm?” I asked her, and she confirmed with a nervous bob of her head. I chuckled a little before leaving them both in the room. That's the thing with keeping women less busy. They start to create work for themselves, investigative jobs. As I walked back to my room, I wondered how I could get time off Emily's hands. I didn't want her interacting directly with anyone but Nala and I. I needed to consult with Nala. “Are you in?” I knocked on her door and ope
Damon's POV “That's not what I'm doing.” Emily replied. “Then tell me why your watch is not in your hand? Did you get busy? Was it in your way of doing something? Why did you take it off? Oh, or is my ring gonna start bothering you anytime soon too? Would you like to take that too off?” I was so pissed, and already failing at keeping my cool. “I visited Dathan earlier in the day.” She swallowed hard. “I must have left it there.” “Is that a probability or you're sure you did?” I asked her. “I'm sure I did.” Emily replied. “May I ask why you were there?” I asked, towering over her. “No.” She said, I paused a bit. Maybe she's lost her mind. “No, you may not.” “That's just a fancy way of asking. Pardon my manners.” I chuckled a bit. “Why were you in Dathan’s room? Alone?” I added for emphasis. “I need peace and quiet from the chaos in this palace.” She replied. Emily's head was bent in subordination, but her replies couldn't have been more rebellious. “And
Emily's POV “Hey.” I said, as soon as Dathan picked the call. “I see you're one stubborn girl.” Dathan laughed. “I'm your Luna.” I said, in mock contempt of how he addressed me. “Pardon me, Ma'am.” Dathan replied in the same tone. “I'm really sorry for whatever I've cost you.” I apologised, getting to the business of why I called. I didn't care if Damon had my calls intercepted. If he wasn't gonna let me see Dathan physically, I had to do it some other way. “Are you?” He asked, humour in his voice. “Are you really sorry?” “Uhm. I guess that depends on what being sorry entails.” I replied to him. “It kinda involves repenting, not repeating.” Dathan said, chuckling. “Then I'm not.” I replied, with utmost conviction. “But that's if it's totally fine with you.” “I've got nothing to lose.” Dathan said. “Lost them all already.” “You don't mean that.” I brushed his attempt at stoicism away. “What are you doing?” I asked him. “Do you want to invite me to d
Dathan’s POV “Breathe.” I told Emily as we walked through the dark corridors in the palace. “I'm trying to.” She replied, chuckling nervously. “Alright.” I said. I didn't want to embarrass her, or make her too self conscious. “Are you sure this is safe?” Emily asked. We were already approaching the elevator at the end of the corridor. At that point, if Damon opened his door, I'd have been caught in the most unexplainable of situations. Hand in hand with his Luna, in the dim lit corridor, heading for an elevator to shoot us all the way up. Thankfully, he didn't, and in no time, we were on our way up to the top of the palace. “Ever been in an elevator before?” I asked Emily. “No.” She replied. I could tell from how unsteady she was. We were defying gravity, and the feeling could make a first timer sick in the stomach. “It's no big deal, really. You'll get used to it.” I put her at ease. Emily and I stood side by side, she was too scared to move an inch, for fea
Damon's POV Every second Zac spent in there with Emily made me ask myself if I was a fool for not properly thinking these things through. ‘I think you want to see her.’ I remember Farh chirping, after watching me knead my thighs in intense expectation. I ignored him, even though he was very correct, and both of us knew it. I didn't play my cards right at the ball. I'm very sure the kindest emotion she feels towards me is repulsion. “Any other thing you want me to know?” I asked Zac. “Yes,” He replied, “Our phones switched for some reason.” “Here.” I handed his over to him, and took mine. Zac didn't say anything, we just quietly switched. I didn't trust him too much. I needed to find out what he'd been up to, so I sacrificed eavesdropping on their convo, for a moment with his phone. Funny stuff? The phone was half empty. Nothing worthy to see. Just a bunch of texts, from him to me, and all other staff at Damon Inc. Nothing else. I flung the phone to the b
Zac’s POVFreda, the girl from earlier, stumbled into Emily's office as fast as she could. I could literally almost see the speed. “I'm sorry I couldn't get ice.” She apologised as she set a cup before Emily and I. “I'm not sure your boss wants to treat me to this.” I smirked. Emily grabbed the cup Freda’s had placed in front of me, handed it back to Freda, poured them both a drink, and asked Freda to gulp it down right before her. “We can't deal with these people ‘professionally’” She answered Freda’s unasked question. I loved the scene. Most beautiful thing I'd seen in a while. I wished I could have them both to me, at a different time, under completely different circumstances. I shook my legs lightly, like it'd shake out the nasty thoughts on my head. I cleared my throat to remind them of my presence, even though they were still so much aware Freda choked on her glass, and I enjoyed watching Emily help her. They scurried out, where I heard Emily had her over to s
Zac’s POVPlaying a character is so hard. I coughed over a hundred times when Damon, my boss, first lit my cigarette. I could handle alcohol, no doubt. I take it like I take water, no biggie. But puffs? Well, I've been made to do it once, and I'm sure I'd never repeat it. Damon made Farh drive me in his newly acquired cyber truck. Proud bastard. “So are you going to get talking?” Emily asked. “You know, about your illegal business.” She added. She's not the girl I used to know any longer. This one was bolder, more outspoken. Emily I used to know was a little more timid, I mean, she'd always been blunt, but not this blunt. I snickered a bit. I had a feeling that Damon wanted the meeting to go without me revealing my identity to her, but since he did not give any clear instructions to that effect, I was gonna default. The absence of law is the absence of crime. “Gotten a name now?” I asked her. Her brows furrowed, and she leaned back. It'd become a staring competition. I
Emily's POV As I approached the cyber truck, one I'd seen only on TV, I took large breaths and swallowed several times. It felt like I'd swallowed my voice too. “Hello.” I said, as I got within what I deemed to be earshot. There was no response, and it made me second guess if I really spoke out loud or in my head. I heard a snicker, and that was the sign that he undoubtedly heard me. I didn't know who it was, but I could very well narrow my options. Regardless, I was determined not to take bullshit from anyone. “I think the ‘no smoking’ signs are clear enough. Good morning.” I said, but not before I slapped the half burnt cigarette out of his hand, and crushed it beneath my feet. “Good morning, Emily.” He looked up and smiled at me. It was a pretty smile, I couldn't deny that, but I was already too irritated, so I smiled curtly and made my way inside. My steps were firm and my strides were gallant, but in me, I was as scared and anxious as an eight year old who was left
Emily's POV Since Freda got the mail asking to have the meeting on Monday, at our office, I'd been walking on eggshells around myself, scared I'd jinx my new fortune. I couldn't do anything to upset mother Destiny for the sweet new path she'd set in front of me. Funniest part? I'd never really been so religious, but I prayed to whoever listened, and at the end of my prayers, it was weird cause there was no name mentioned, like, I had no one to address it to. “I'm happy you're here.” I said to Freda, unprovoked. The clock on the wall read 06:15, Mon. It was the D-day, matter of fact, just a few hours left. I was nervous, and I constantly felt like my bowel was full and needed emptying. Freda, on the other hand, seemed quite chill. She was playing scrabble online, and in my nervousness, I begged her to put me on, after making two silly moves, I logged out, convinced that I was indeed too nervous to concentrate. ‘How am I gonna do this?’ I asked myself in an undertone. “G
Damon's POV “Hell, even I am not sure of what I'm doing. You don't have to be.” I chuckled and sniffed out the light at the bottom of my cigarette in his drink. “I'm sorry sir.” My assistant apologized. Ironically, he's the first guy assistant I'd gotten. After Zyna, I'd plunged into the world of women, letting my life revolve around them, or them revolve around me, I don't care which. “You don't have to be. I get your concern.” I admitted. Regretting that I'd scared him so bad, and made his drink undrinkable. I signalled to the attendant to take it away and bring a new one. It was a Saturday morning and we were already at the bar. The house, my father's palace, was no longer my home, I'd have invited Zac over. I doubt anywhere could ever be with Zyna in it. All the nasty memories I've tried to fight off always come washing back every single time I step foot into the house. If it wasn't such an important heirloom, I'd have converted it into another office space, and re
Emily's POV. “I'm so sorry I had to wake you up. But it couldn't wait. It just couldn't wait.” Freda’s voice interrupted my sleep I checked the wall clock opposite my bed, it was a few minutes past ten am. I'd barely slept for an hour. My head was banging and felt too heavy to hold up. I wanted to turn to the other side and keep on catching my sleep, I had trouble falling asleep and had no intent on being woken up. “You know the contract we applied for?” She started, still fidgeting with her phone. Her eyes danced from my face to her screen as she typed out something ferociously. “We've applied for many, Freda.” My patience had worn out and I wanted to SLEEP. “Yeah, yeah. But the one you called a long shot!” She screamed, trying to juggle my memory. I couldn't remember. My head was fogged. “Can't work with these clues.” I resigned. “So you have something to say?” “Nevada Inc just sent an email. They want us to be their sole marketer and consultant!” She screamed.
Emily's POV “Wipe those tears. You don't have to pity me.” I said to her, “But you're crying too.” She protested, “I admit, but it's not out of pity. I'm too noble a woman to be pitied. Dry your eyes, Freda.” I instructed her again. “Alright, alright.” She conceded. “I screamed so hard and so long, with all my strength. Suddenly, the house was devoid of people. I heard no footsteps, I saw no one through the door Damon left opened. I finally gave up and submitted myself to him, ignoring the warm gush of blood that'd begun to dry on my thighs.” I smiled. “I remember how he got pissed that I wasn't screaming anymore, said he liked it that way, I was a silly girl he wanted to teach a lesson, he slapped me a couple of times, pinched me in sensitive areas, he wanted so badly for me to scream, screech, make a sound.” “But I didn't, I couldn't. The pain in me was far worse than that outside of me. I was as still as an old piece of log, I lay static, my mind blank, and my hear
Emily's POV “Days like this made me seriously wanna consider drugs.” I said in an undertone. “I'm sorry.” She apologized again, looking down at her feet. “I had no choice. They singled me out of the scampering crowd. It was two hefty men, I wasn't rough handled, but they gave the impression that I could be, depending on how much I cooperate with them.” Freda’s voice was low and shaky. “It would be unfair if I said it was all you.” I sighed. “I've been running away from a life that's faster than I could ever be.” “I'm sorry.” She apologised again. “Come on! Don't do that. It's not even your fault. I should be apologising for putting you in all this mess.” I chuckled maniacally. In just one night, I'd been with the worst Alphas there could ever be, in all respects. Ego, lust, danger, ambitions, motives, just everything, you name it. “Are you scared?” She asked me, making me laugh even more. “I lived with him, why would I be?” I asked, and her eyes flew wide open.