Damon's POV “Emily!” I yelled in the corridors. The palace was almost empty, it was night, and my voice was just coming right back to me, no response. There was just one more confirmation I needed to make my conclusion. I stormed to Dathan’s room, and opened the door without any further preamble. There was no need for it. Dathans room was neatly put together, but deserted. I had to do something, I also needed assistance. “Farh?” I asked as I heard a grunt over the phone. “Yes, sir.” He answered. His voice was very deep. “Emily is missing.” I said. I didn't mean to raise an alarm. But my mind was already playing different types of scenarios. I blinked rapidly, trying to imagine what she could be up to, but my mind kept failing me. I was fatigued, but not just that, I actually didn't know her too well. I thought about all the places in the palace she could be, cuddled up with Dathan. Their absence couldn't be coincidental. One sure would know where the other was.
Emily's POV As I closed the door behind me, I expected the worst. I expected loud yelling voices, maybe the brawl would even escalate into their wolf forms. , My heart went out to Dathan, as I felt guilty for putting him in that situation. “I think we need to talk.” Damon's voice broke into my thoughts. I froze as I heard him. Somehow, I've had the guts to do whatever I wanted all the while, maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was just the fact that I was beside Dathan. “I'm sorry.” I croaked. “Don't be.” He replied, with a wave of his hand. “I just needed air.” I added. “I hope you got enough?” He asked, looking at my face. I felt I saw a little smile creep up on his face. “Nearly.” I replied to him. “Why nearly?” He asked me. “You've been out for almost an hour.” “I'd need more than that to solve the puzzles here.” I replied to him, pointing to my head. “How do you feel about me?” He asked me. “I haven't had much time to form an opinion.” I said.
Emily's POV “Hello, sunshine.” Damon turned and greeted me as soon as I opened the door to his room. Usually, he was still sleeping, or grumpy. He'd grunt and make all sorts of noises, without properly acknowledging me. I'd bear it all, telling myself that it was only a matter of time before he was out of his palace. But that Tuesday was different. I had on pink pants and a silky black shirt that Nala picked off the rack, using her discretion. I thanked her for it silently in my head as I paired it with the pink pants and it went so perfectly well. I packed my hair in a high ponytail, and put on some fancy bands with coral decors. I looked like the perfect PA, even I knew it. It's how I saw women dress online. I didn't know who I was gonna be working with asides Damon, I needed to make a good impression. “Good morning, Damon.” I replied, feeling a little bit uneasy. “You look pretty.” He said, smiling like a puppy. “Thank you.” I replied again, out of courtesy. “I'
Damon's POV “We have two hours before going downtown to meet with someone else.” I said. Emily had been acting weird, and I knew why. “Okay.” She replied. I stood behind her, but close to her. We were going to the twentieth floor of The Damon Empire. The elevator ride would take about three to five minutes. “Do you have questions?” I asked. “Not really.” Emily replied. “Am I taking this job from someone else?” “She's interim.” I answered her, clearing my throat. It was the truth. “I don't know if I like the sound of that.” Emily replied. I chuckled. For someone as stubborn and strong-headed as she proved to be she also had a really soft heart. I just knew life with her was going to be very interesting. “You're mine, Emily. That's no one's job but yours.” Finally we arrived on the floor that housed my office. I had two prospective buyers coming in. We were thinking of expanding our exporting territories and so, we invited them to see if we can start sending oi
Emily's POV “What does that mean?” I asked Damon, alarmed. I couldn't have heard right. It's not possible. I know I was still yet to like him, it didn't mean I'd be prepared for the bombshell he just landed on me. “What do you mean? Is that even possible? How? Why? When did you decide that? You had to lie to me saying we were meeting some other Alpha? Are you serious?!” I could no longer take control of my own tongue. Just a minute ago, I was content with being fascinated by the wonderful golden fishes that swam above us, little did I know that the biggest fish was me. I'd taken the bait to be led where Damon could do whatever he liked with me. “You haven't even heard what I've got to say.” He said, begging me to sit still. For some reason, we didn't have company, and I was grateful for it. Cause right after the outburst, came tears. Just when I thought my life was beginning to get out together, Damon decides to leave me. But that's jot how it works in packs, according t
Emily's POV “So how did you guys meet?” Adrian asked, beaming from side to side. “Never saw her once.” The chic next to him quipped. Maybe she was one of those girls they groom to be Luna. It's understandable that she hadn't seen me in her space. I looked to Damon to save the situation, but he looked away. For a second, I questioned if that was the same person who'd just been begging to know me better. “We met not too long ago.” I started, swallowing hard. I was pressured to start thinking of all the sweet terms to coat being an orphan, shipped to the palace as a maid, and ending up as the Alphas contract wife right after Luna passed. “Oh, I know about that. It's been a while since Damon and I went on our vacations, about six months, and he didn't mention anyone special, talk less of someone he was going to marry.” Adrian said. He was a talker, which would have been good if the lady with hawk eyes wasn't trying to pry my skin off my bones with her eyes. “Oh, that's
Damon's POV “What is wrong with you?!” I screamed at Emily as soon as the car door closed us from the outside world. “I don't think I know what you mean.” She replied, looking out her window. “I think you do.” I said to her, “And I'd very much prefer if you looked at me while we're having a conversation.” “I did not think this was gonna be a conversation.” Emily said. “I can't believe you.” I said. “How did we get here?” I asked “I'm sorry.” She apologized. I didn't expect it. She picked at her nails, and looked so hard at them while at it. But her calm was suspicious. Then I heard her sniff. “Babe?” I called out to her, passing my hand over her thighs. “I don't mean to be that way.” She added. “I know, I know, babe.” I put her head on my shoulder. “It just seemed like you weren't so proud of me.” Emily said. “Come on!” I rubbed her back, “That's not possible. You know it's been awfully long since I saw Adrian, I didn't know what to say and what not
Emily's POV As I entered my room, I wondered why Dathan acted the way he did. I was gonna have to see him, talk to him. In truth, things had begun to get a little webby between us, but it didn't take away the fact that I was indeed Damon's. Nervously, I changed out of my work clothes and rang the kitchen for my food to be served in my room. If I'd thought about it quickly, I'd just have gone to sit with Damon at the dining, cause dining alone in my room was going to raise eyebrows. “Where are you off to?” Damon's voice broke into my thoughts. I snapped out of my reverie and looked back into the mirror I'd been staring at for minutes, before I blanked out. I could see Damon through it, one hand on the door handle, and the other akimbo. “You look dressed for something else.” He added. “I just thought I could, you know..” I stalled a bit, considering the pros and cons of telling him the truth, “I thought I could check on Dathan.” “But you've had a busy day.” He smiled and ban
Zyna’s POVMy change in status from farmgirl to Luna, was something that I couldn't afford to revert. While Damon and I were not on good terms, actually, things have been that way for well over half a decade. The most peaceful parts of our lives were the parts where we were just getting to know each other. Infatuation, coupled with the never ending things I learnt about how long his money was, made me want to love him all the more. Maybe I did regret how I got him at some point, I'd never regret that I got him. And to show gratitude to mother Destiny, I kept doing my best to keep him. When I heard that he'd been seeing other women, right after he retired me from being both PA and wife, to being just his wife, I decided to use the extra time on my hands to get my butt procedure done in Turkey It took me about three months to fully heal, and trust me when I saw Damon had gone at it with almost all the ladies in the pack at that time. I was helpless and constantly needed care. Th
Emily's POV I was a little pissed. And so far, I've succeeded in annoying Frda. I honestly didn't mean to, but with the mental space I was in, I just couldn't care much. We ate lunch in silence, and she even offered to pay for her food. I felt a bit jabbed. For someone who's worked very hard to own her own world, and that of those around her to an extent, it kinda made me hurt. And all I had to blame was that stupid meeting with a childhood crush. Damn it. I really thought I was over him I should have known from the point where I started feeling uneasy and even nauseous after accosting him in the morning. Everything I'd done suddenly seemed wrong. I made it through the rest of the day, wishing I could rewind time, but each time I looked at the clock, it was always a second more, not less. I finally gave up. The hours followed each other, albeit slowly, and by 5pm, I was so damn ready to go home and cry. Not that the day hadn't been productive, no, far from that. But th
Zacs POVHeaven knows I did a great deal holding myself back from lurching at Damon with the trash he was asking. Every new question he asked made me further convinced that this is the wrong place for me. Him ordering me out was almost the last straw, but I had one more thing to do. I literally counted down till 5pm. My eyes only left my watch to attend to a few things on my screen. Otherwise, I was so damn fixated on getting out of his freaking establishment. For all I cared he could blast off. With the subtle message I left Emily, I had a more interesting half of the day to look forward to, hopefully. I needed to return Damon's wretched shoes, and clothes, they weren't bad looking, he was just very badly behaved. My clothes were in the car, and more than once, I'd done a quick change or redress in the garage, so I decided to go for it again. I entered the office garage, like I do any other day. Cautiously checking for presence of any other life form. When I'd satisfied myse
Freda’s POVI hate to be that girl, but… I tried hard, fighting the thoughts that kept creeping into my head as I waited outside Emily's office for her to come. The last thing I'd have expected was for her to see that guy down. He was an eye candy, I can't lie, but he was a bit too conceited. My type though. As I waited outside her door, with my eyes glued to the elevator, waiting for her break light, my patience finally wore out, not like it was a lot prior. I opened the door slightly, and left it that way, in case I needed to make a quick exit. My eyes were still moist from how bad I choked on the tequila earlier, but it didn't stop me from seeing the handkerchief on Zac’s recently vacated seat. Silly, crazed me, I picked it up to get a whiff of his scent, the masculine fragrance that filled Emily's office only minutes ago, and still did actually, only a little more faintly. When I unfolded the handkerchief, I realised there was more to it. Zac wrote something on it. Unfo
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