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
Emily's POV “Come on.” Dathan says weakly. “Why are you even mad?”. “I need my scarf as soon as she helps you up.” I said through my teeth, as quietly as possible. I looked at Zyna and forced a smile while at it. It's not that I was sad to see her, or angry or anything, I just would have appreciated it if Dathan had run it by me. “I never saw anyone so pissed because their friend showed up.” He chuckled. I gave him a very nasty look. So bold of him to crack jokes when I'd just risked my reputation to save him. “You know that's not why I'm angry.” I replied, picking my phone up in the most insuspicious way possible. “Well, now you have answers to the questions you were asking me.” He said, holding my hand then leaving it. I locked eyes with him, and tore my gaze away instantly. “Oh! And thank you for being here for me. I'd rather you not mention that I have seen my wolf to anyone in the house.” He said, another confidence I had to swear to. “Bye.” I said curtly,
Damon's POV “You know, Emily, in medieval times, a couple had to consummate their marriage in front of all the wedding guests, just to make sure no one backs out after the wedding.” I said. “Yeah, but there's no wedding and no guests here, just me trying to put something on.” She replied. “I know that.” I said. Looking away, not because her cheeks were terribly red with embarrassment, but also because I wanted to give myself some sense of suspense. “Damon, please just go back and wait for me on the bed.” She chuckled nervously. I heeded this time, for both our sakes. “Was that so hard?” She asked sarcastically as she re-entered If anyone had told me that this was all I needed to do to turn things around with Emily, I'd have done it right after the wedding. For two months, I'd lived in a hell I created for myself. I literally never pictured her smiling so freely and being unrestrainedly happy in my presence. “You look so beautiful with that smile on your face.” I
Emily’s POV “Rise and shine, beautiful.” I opened my eyes a little, to see Damon's white set of teeth sending the sun rays in my direction. “What morning is it?” I grunted. “Wednesday?” He asked, laughing. “Do I have to go to work?” I asked, stretching my luck. For the past two weeks, I'd been my husband's personal assistant. Largely, it's been about arranging his affairs, organising his schedule, picking up after him. I didn't think it would be something I'd enjoy, but so far, I have. “Well, the clients can go to hell then.” Damon said and next to me. I knew he was being sarcastic. We had people from the UK coming in, and there's no way we could miss the mouth watering deal I saw on the paper just yesterday. “You aren't serious, are you?” I asked, my face half buried in the bed. “As long as you are not.” He said, snuggling close to me. “Ugh. I hate Wednesdays!” I replied. “I think you hate everyday you've gotta get up early and go to work.” He laughed je
Emily's POV I don't know how I ever thought that icing Damon out and being his PA was gonna work. We arrived at the office and I did everything I let him do for me previously, by myself. I got my own door, let myself out of the car, stayed while the elevator took him up alone, pushed the elevator button by myself, opened his office door and sat right where I was supposed to be. “How many people do I meet today?”He asked me. “I'll check that right now and get back to you as soon as possible.” I said, with my phone in my hand. I scrolled through endless pictures of hot model guys, on purpose, so if he decides to snatch the phone out of my hands, he'd be riled up by what he sees. Contrary to what I thought, he didn't even move an inch from his chair. I finally got bored and set the phone down, making sure it was within sight for him. “Mr Murray by ten am, Mrs O’Connor by midday, and a staff meeting by two pm.” I read out his schedule. “You're also expecting a call from the m
Emily's POV The day dragged on, after the eventful Mrs O'Connor. I rejected Damon's lunch offer, so he went ahead without me. As I sat alone, in his office, staring at where he used to be, I wondered what was really going on with the both of us. “Let's go home.” He said as he entered. It was still midday, well, some minutes after. The main man, the client who was coming in from the UK hadn't arrived yet, and he was planning to close. “Why?” I asked, surprised “I'm not in the mood for any more work.” He replied. “Well, I've still got a lot to do,” I countered, “Sir.” I added for the much needed effect. “You stop working when I say you should.” He growled at me. Damon was vexed. If I hadn't initially noticed the veins that'd begun to pop a little too much, I noticed the slit appearing in his eye,how his grip on the table had begun to dent it, the smell of his feral breath. “I'll start packing.” I said weakly. Damon made me wish I had my own wolf. I know I always
Damon's POV “I freaking hate her!” I yelled on the phone. I was on call with Adrian. So much was going through my mind, seeing Dathan and Emily too. I thought that chapter was closed. I stormed out in anger and irritation. The day turned out to be more than I ever thought it would be. “Who?” He asked. “Who else?” I bellowed. “Daisy!” “Why would she do something like that though?” Adrian asked, chewing whatever. “You annoy me sometimes, Man. We are discussing something so important and you still have an appetite for whatever it is you are eating?” I asked him in disgust. “I didn't realise it was that serious.” He said, swallowing, almost choking. “Daisy is threatening to cut off our supply to the United Kingdom, Adrian, they buy over thirty percent of our oil. We have estates there! And you do think that's not serious?” I asked, fuming. “What exact reason did she give? This still feels too silly to me.” Adrian replied. “She said she didn't like my assistant.”
Emily's POV Things were beginning to get messier than I ever thought. In my wildest of imaginations, even my reality wouldn't have featured. Damon and Dathan tearing the shreds out of each other's wolves. Damon's room was in a mess, a huge bloodied one. Nala and I rushed them both to the hospital immediately. The palace had an ambulance, so we didn't bother with calling one from the hospital. Side by side, the two brothers lay, unconscious. I prayed hard, fast and fervently. I didn't want to imagine what would become of me if I lost any or both of them. There was a lot of blood, and I couldn't quite guess whose it was. “Your knuckles are white.” Nala croaked. We both sat at the back together, bent over them pensively. “Oh.” I snapped out of my thoughts and stretched my fingers. They still looked quite bony, but not as bony as a few months ago. Plus they now looked more expensive, with the huge diamond rock sitting on it. But that's not the point.. “Do you think the
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.
Emily's POV I swore I was done with men, with wolves, with anything that's not my agency. I hated myself for being so gullible and playing into the hands of not one, but two Alpha's. . I thought Damon traumatised me earlier after the ball, little did I know that my ‘saviour’ was a maniac. I dug my nails deep into my palms for not connecting the dots when he admitted he was a leader of a rogue pack. They had no morals, nothing was too dirty for them to do. “I know you don't want to see me here, but I just couldn't go to bed knowing that you're still mad at me, I'm sorry I didn't mean to… what happened to your face?!” Freda asked in shock. She'd scared me, cause I don't expect to see anyone cuddled on my couch. “Maybe next time, let me know before letting yourself in. I could have shot you.” I said, getting over my initial shock. “I think we have bigger fish to fry.” She said, disregarding what I'd just said, but looking so intently at my face. “Just leave me.” I said to
Emily's POV “So what's your grand plan?” I asked Lucas. I turned my face away, as I had begun to go red in my cheeks. I've had a few crushes, and admired a few hottites at the gym, in transit, and even back in school, but I never really got close to any of them, and I could confidently say that Luacs was my first major contact with the opposite sex in ten years!! “Stay the night with me.” He said, and looked me in the eyes. “It's not like you've got a choice, I just want to make you feel like you have some measure of control over the situation.” He added and chuckled. “I'm gonna ask again, cause I get the feeling that you didn't hear me well the first time.” I said, trying to contain the smile creeping on my face. My body was acting against me. It's not what I planned nor expected. “Emily, the ritual is about to begin. And there's no sweeter way than to do it with your back against that bed. That alone could make me transform.” Lucas replied. I literally saw his muscles
Emily's POV “I'm sorry it took so long.” Lucas apologised as he pulled up in some really fancy lot. “You did what you had to.” I said weakly, waving it off. “It just would have made the situation less crunchier if you'd told us both about each other.” I added. “Did anything happen?” He asked, looking at me quizzically through the rear glass. “Yeah.” I answered, “Well, it wasn't a big deal, but she was rude and sassy. I tried hard to look past her, but she's just so hard to ignore. She's a real piece of work.” “Emily,” He called my name, after hesitating a bit, “you're a pretty woman, and I think we might make something out of this, but if you've said something to Grace, please tell me.” “What does that even mean?” I was weak and tired, but not too tired to tell when someone was being funny. “I'm saying,” Lucas picked up again, his voice rising with almost triple intensity, “That if you said anything untrue to her, you should tell me now.” He was breathing so force
Emily's POV “I'll get an Uber. See you on Monday.” I said to Freda as soon as we got out. “I don't trust anyone at this time of the night.” She protested, still holding me by the hand. “You know what?” I asked, looking at her. “Same here. I don't trust you, don't trust anyone in that party, and I think I'll better look out for myself.” I said to her, “You don't mean that.” She said in disbelief. “I do. I mean every bit of what I've said. Please leave me.” I wrangled my hand out of hers. I heard her exhale a couple of times. The guy who drove the firetruck sat still in the driver's corner, looking at the both of us. “He's got a family to go home to.” I said quietly, and Freda caught the drift. She put my bag in my hands and left. In those few minutes, I'd spent every ounce of strength within me. I felt myself get weak from within. I hated myself for breaking my own rules, I hated myself for not being careful enough, I hated myself for not seeing it coming. I sank
Damon's POV “You were out for quite a while.” I said to Adrian as he re-entered. It was about twelve minutes past midnight, the party had changed, from a masked ball, to a near orgy. Just the tone I wanted to set, before I fished HER out. “Yeah,” He replied lazily, looking away, “I needed to catch my breath.” “Are you sure you can do this?” I asked him, uncertain, because he didn't look too enthusiastic. “Yeah, sure, why not. Just do your thing, and I'll do mine.” Adrian said and tapped my back. “And what would that be? Sulk around and drink up everything the bar has to offer?” I joked. “Yeah, that, and not tell your wife what you've been up to. Can't believe you led the poor lady to believe this was a business trip.” He shot back at me. “That's unfair.” I said and walked off. He was obviously in a bad mood, and I wasn't gonna let him ruin mine. I hung my suit jacket on my shoulder and walked off in no particular direction. “Hello.” I greeted everyone as I wal
Adrian's POV When I first heard of the masked ball, I thought it came at the nick of time. I had just broken up with my girlfriend. It's not like I didn't see it coming, but no one is exactly fully ready for that first lonely night, or morning after a break up. It feels so strange, so painful. I took the invitation out of Damon's hands in a heartbeat. I almost asked why he was throwing the ball in some other city, which was miles away from home, but I knew the answer. Asides for Mount Leigh being one city that housed too many of our escapades, it was just the right distance that Damon wanted to be from home. I really couldn't care less about how things were with him and Zyna. Sometimes, she shows up with a black eye, other times, it's with multiple hickeys on her neck. So I thought better than to ask. “This party is a drag, man.” I whispered to Damon. He was masked, in a checkered blue and white suit, but I could still tell him apart in the crowd. “I don't think so. The rea