Adrian's POV “Baby, don't you think you should open up your company again? You don't have to be there for the first few weeks.” I begged Emily. Like I've been begging her to do many things of late. Eat, take water, stop thinking, stop crying, stop looking so bereaved, well she was. “I don't think I feel like doing it again.” She said, Her voice was almost permanently parched. Since Freda died at their lunch in the restaurant two months ago, she'd been through a lot, cut her hair even. “I know you can. It's okay to feel this way in the beginning, but I know that you can do it. You have to, Emily. She will want it.” I'd run out of every encouraging line I could use. For the first month, I had to move in with her, and received so many queries at the palace, but it was all nothing compared to watching her slowly grow out of the most intense part of her grief. “Is it not crazy that this thing is getting swept under the carpet?” She asked, the tears that never actually left
Adrian's POV “Baby, don't you think you should open up your company again? You don't have to be there for the first few weeks.” I begged Emily. Like I've been begging her to do many things of late. Eat, take water, stop thinking, stop crying, stop looking so bereaved, well she was. “I don't think I feel like doing it again.” She said, Her voice was almost permanently parched. Since Freda died at their lunch in the restaurant two months ago, she'd been through a lot, cut her hair even. “I know you can. It's okay to feel this way in the beginning, but I know that you can do it. You have to, Emily. She will want it.” I'd run out of every encouraging line I could use. For the first month, I had to move in with her, and received so many queries at the palace, but it was all nothing compared to watching her slowly grow out of the most intense part of her grief. “Is it not crazy that this thing is getting swept under the carpet?” She asked, the tears that never actually left
Adrian's POV “How do you feel now, baby?” I asked when we got back home. I didn't say a word in the car. I let her do all the talking, which wasn't much, but I knew she needed a listening ear more than anything. “I'm tired.” She answered, but her voice had more strength to it. “You don't sound so tired though.” I smiled and threw her a glance. She looked more pensive and moody, than tired. “Is that a bad thing?” She asked me. “No, no it isn't.” I answered, taking her hand, “Damon left early.” I changed the topic. “Yeah.” She agreed, “He'd had enough of us.” She added. “That's just bullshit, from miles away, I could tell how hard everyone was trying to manage him. It's you guys doing the favour, not the other way round.” “Yeah, it was a bummer, really.” Emily was trying to engage me, but her mind really wasn't in it. “Were you able to make any compromises? Did he settle for something?” I asked her. I couldn't really tell why she wasn't in the mood for quest
Zacs POV “Your timing is somewhat uncanny.” I said to Zyna as her call came in immediately I stepped out of Damon's vehicle. We had an argument in the car about me not signing the deal on his behalf, and he said I should consider myself unemployed, Well, jokes on him, as usual, because he's the same person who handed his office keys to me and asked me to sort out some things in his office because he was going away for the day. “How so?” Zyna asked. Unfortunately for me, I'd begun to see her as something more than a sex toy since Freda passed. That day was undeniably one of the saddest days of my adult life. Especially since we didn't end on good terms and she was so bitter with me. She came one night when Zyna and I were at it, we were drunk and high, and I'm sure I made one or two cutting remarks.. Although I do not have a clear memory of what happened that night. I remember her storming off and never picking my calls. “Well, I just got out of the car.” I said, and I'
Emily's POV “Farm!” The Task Giver’s ugly voice rang. It's like the seventh time he'd decided another girl's fate. And Zyna wasn't just some girl. She was my friend, at least we were quite close in the Groomers school. It's just a posh name for a place they schooled orphans. I heard my heart thud in my ears. I kept praying and hoping that mine would turn out differently. I quite enjoyed sciences, I can't be doomed to a life on the Crestview farm. “This one,” He looked up at me from behind his huge mahogany desk. The man opened his teeth to reveal a very scary set with prolonged canines. I shivered, hoping in vain that they would not smell my fear. But the laughter that they burst into confirmed it. I was so scared, I almost pissed my pants. “What's your name?” He asked me. “Emily.” I replied, looking away. “What's your wolf name?” He asked, getting pissed. I adjusted my stance and said the name I'd carefully kept a secret for as long as I discovered it on my neckla
Damon's POV “Told ya!” I gloated at Dathan as we renetered the Wolf's forge, a part of the palace designated for sword fighting. “The poor thing is so very lifeless,” Dathan said, his head bowed low. “You show too much concern. She literally just spoke to you!” I replied to him. “You need to see how she swiveled and crashed after mom hit her.” Dathan added, his voice was rising, which meant he was getting angry. I chuckled and pulled my sword out of its sheath where it hung on a rack. “You should learn to never get too close to these girls.” “Why? Because mom said so?” Dathan asked, glaring at me. “Uhm. Yeah.” I replied, and smiled very exaggeratedly. “That's not reason enough. Half the time, she's wrong bout stuff and so are you.” He replied, looking away. “You'll learn.” I said, concluding our discussion. “And what if I don't?” Dathan asked. “Would you kill me like you killed Maya?” “I'm gonna overlook the fact that you just made the most stupid of acc
Emily's POV “Follow Nala.” The female Alpha, wife to Alpha Damon III said, after addressing me for what seemed like an eternity. I'd read about her so much and studied the history of the Damon palace so badly, I feel I knew it even more than their children. “Thank you, Alpha.” I bowed and turned to take my leave. “I'm Luna.” She corrected me. “Thank you, Luna.” I corrected myself. We were taught back at the orphanage school that she was a nice person, but just an hour in her company, and I felt so less of a human than anyone has ever made me feel. “Take her away, Nala.” She said to the middle aged lady she'd summoned earlier, from what assumed to be the palace kitchen. “One more thing!” She said, and Nala and I stopped in our tracks. “Yes, Luna.” Nala said, turning right back to face her, and then bowed her head. The dexterity is nothing short of wealth and accumulation of experience. I did the exact same and almost sprained my ankle. “You're to serve under Nala.
Damon's POV “Are you awake?” Dathan and I shared a room, even though there were hundreds of them in the palace. “Yes.” He replied in the darkness. “I can't imagine mom is making you do this. She likes you too much to send you down there.” “She's also a little too disciplined. Even for her own good.” I replied to him. “That's too true.” Dathan said. “You know, I once told Adrian that I wished she would just remarry, maybe have a life with someone else, other than just the two of us.” “Why would you say such a thing?” I asked him. “Well, Adrian's mom is married. And she's slept with almost every respectable man, father inclusive.” Dathan had no filters, and said things as they came “That's enough!” I said. “Mom would do what is best for herself.” “But she's too busy organising and arranging things sometimes, she forgets she is human and needs love too.” Dathan replied to me, headstrong. “Well, she's half wolf.” I chirped, strapped my sword on, and put out my b
Zacs POV “Your timing is somewhat uncanny.” I said to Zyna as her call came in immediately I stepped out of Damon's vehicle. We had an argument in the car about me not signing the deal on his behalf, and he said I should consider myself unemployed, Well, jokes on him, as usual, because he's the same person who handed his office keys to me and asked me to sort out some things in his office because he was going away for the day. “How so?” Zyna asked. Unfortunately for me, I'd begun to see her as something more than a sex toy since Freda passed. That day was undeniably one of the saddest days of my adult life. Especially since we didn't end on good terms and she was so bitter with me. She came one night when Zyna and I were at it, we were drunk and high, and I'm sure I made one or two cutting remarks.. Although I do not have a clear memory of what happened that night. I remember her storming off and never picking my calls. “Well, I just got out of the car.” I said, and I'
Adrian's POV “How do you feel now, baby?” I asked when we got back home. I didn't say a word in the car. I let her do all the talking, which wasn't much, but I knew she needed a listening ear more than anything. “I'm tired.” She answered, but her voice had more strength to it. “You don't sound so tired though.” I smiled and threw her a glance. She looked more pensive and moody, than tired. “Is that a bad thing?” She asked me. “No, no it isn't.” I answered, taking her hand, “Damon left early.” I changed the topic. “Yeah.” She agreed, “He'd had enough of us.” She added. “That's just bullshit, from miles away, I could tell how hard everyone was trying to manage him. It's you guys doing the favour, not the other way round.” “Yeah, it was a bummer, really.” Emily was trying to engage me, but her mind really wasn't in it. “Were you able to make any compromises? Did he settle for something?” I asked her. I couldn't really tell why she wasn't in the mood for quest
Adrian's POV “Baby, don't you think you should open up your company again? You don't have to be there for the first few weeks.” I begged Emily. Like I've been begging her to do many things of late. Eat, take water, stop thinking, stop crying, stop looking so bereaved, well she was. “I don't think I feel like doing it again.” She said, Her voice was almost permanently parched. Since Freda died at their lunch in the restaurant two months ago, she'd been through a lot, cut her hair even. “I know you can. It's okay to feel this way in the beginning, but I know that you can do it. You have to, Emily. She will want it.” I'd run out of every encouraging line I could use. For the first month, I had to move in with her, and received so many queries at the palace, but it was all nothing compared to watching her slowly grow out of the most intense part of her grief. “Is it not crazy that this thing is getting swept under the carpet?” She asked, the tears that never actually left
Adrian's POV “Baby, don't you think you should open up your company again? You don't have to be there for the first few weeks.” I begged Emily. Like I've been begging her to do many things of late. Eat, take water, stop thinking, stop crying, stop looking so bereaved, well she was. “I don't think I feel like doing it again.” She said, Her voice was almost permanently parched. Since Freda died at their lunch in the restaurant two months ago, she'd been through a lot, cut her hair even. “I know you can. It's okay to feel this way in the beginning, but I know that you can do it. You have to, Emily. She will want it.” I'd run out of every encouraging line I could use. For the first month, I had to move in with her, and received so many queries at the palace, but it was all nothing compared to watching her slowly grow out of the most intense part of her grief. “Is it not crazy that this thing is getting swept under the carpet?” She asked, the tears that never actually left
Emily's POV (brunch with Freda) “Hello, Freda.” I chimed as she entered my car. She looked weather beaten, like someone who was forcefully humbled. “Good afternoon, Ms Emily.” She said, “I noticed, still notice that you've been off today. Mind telling me what the hell is going on?” I asked. “I can tell you over the food.” She said quickly. “So I'm just supposed to sit here in silence and wait till then?” I asked lightly. “I'm sorry.” She chuckled. “Oh, I'll be alright.” I said, humming a soft tune as we wove in and out of the city traffic.I decided to do a different restaurant, maybe the change in ambience would make her mood lighter. “We just drove past…” She started to protest lightly, thinking I'd forgotten our stop. “Something different” I said, winking playfully. .She giggled and folded her arms, looking down on her thighs, and out of the window. Something was clearly bothering her. We soon arrived at a new restaurant I'd be eyeing since they launch
Zyna’s POV I ran along, before the beast changed his mind and decided to dump his young dumb blond and change into his tracksuit, ready to bother my existence. “Freaking bastard!” I screamed to myself. Somehow the anger and hurt and frustration I felt made me run faster. Damon was such a wrong choice, and everyday of the past nine years has cemented that fact. The libido driven moron couldn't even remember that he'd placed me on a curfew. But that was good for me, thanks Erica. One problem down, well, till I get home. The next was how to get to Zac's. I'd be such a fool to ever think of ordering a ride on my phone. Damon gets notified of everything I do on that phone. I thought hard and fast, still covering distance with my legs. I'd begun to tire out, and I'd even gotten to the busy part of two where most people do not do exercise, so I was beginning to feel weird. “Hey ma'am.” I sat next to an old lady at the bus stop. “Do I know you?” She asked without looking up
Zyna’s POV It's been about three days since I did it with Zac. I still felt no regret. Matter of fact, instead of that, I'd begun preparing myself for what could be in a few months. I told Zac that we were gonna see each other again, but he called me all sorts of names, including ‘slut’ and 'ungrateful', when really, it was both of us who were that. If Damon found out, and I'm sure he soon will because I do not care, the only person he'd be putting 6 feet deep is Zac. Even if he was cool with Zac, he'd still have to take care of him, in that sense, because when the child grows, we're not gonna be setting ourselves up for the media to compare looks. “Hello, Zac.” I said, grateful that he called, but it was still office hours. “Is all well?” I asked, and panicked a little. Nothing could be wrong with Damon, could it? “Is it Damon?” I asked immediately. “Oh well, it is him quite alright” Zac said, scoffing. My thoughts were going wild. “Is he fine? Can you start talking?
Damon's POV “I thought she signed all the papers?!” I asked Zac as he came to my office with the new mail from Emily. “She left that part out” He answered in a lower tone. “How would you let her?!” I screamed at him. “What was your whole point in this deal? You're of no freaking use!” “I do not appreciate that tone.” Zac dropped all the documents on my table and folded his arms. “Oh really? And you think I appreciate a half signed deal? What else did she leave out? Working with us at all? You're a joker.” I said, hella pissed. “You might need to change your tone, Sir.” Zac reiterated. “I'll speak in whatever way I please. If you can't handle it, go **** yourself!” I yelled at him. “I think that will do.” He smiled and walked out of my office. I felt like I was dreaming. He could not have just done that. I could feel my wolf taking over, but the office was a bad place, and we both knew it. ‘Let me handle this’ I begged him. I didn't want to become conscious
Emily's POV Six am, Monday morning. I woke up in a big mood. My weekend went better than I expected it to. I wasn't even thinking about all those I was gonna be meeting. Damon sent a mail the night before, with his company address, of course, stating that operations were beginning in Nevada in seven days. Which was kinda a notice to us to start getting our shit right. I had planned to send a mail refusing the request to occupy a floor in their building. It was expensive to rent and office space, yeah, but we'd been doing it for the past five years, and we were gonna keep doing it. “Good morning, everyone.” I threw my greeting loud and clear, so they know that their boss is in a good mood. Considering how last week ended, and I'm damn sure Freda had told half the world, I needed to clear the air however I could. “Hello, boss.” An intern greeted me, flashing her teeth at me. It was braced, but she had a really pretty smile. “Hello, you.” It was almost awkward, but I smi