Emily's POV I had no business with her, I could never address someone in so little clothes, so I looked at Dathan, he held my stare for about two minutes before giving in. “Au revoir, ladies.” He said, getting up from the bed where they littered around him, and he threw on a shirt. I shifted away from the entrance, a foot or two, just so none of them have reasons to make bodily contact with me. All of them promptly exited the room, leaving Dathan and I. “I'd rather we left the door open.” I said to Dathan, as he moved to shut the door. “I'd do whatever it is I want to.” Dathan said, and banged the door shut, loudly. “What's up with you?” I asked finally. “Did Damon put you up to this?” He asked me. “No.” I answered quickly. “I'm here of my own volition.” “So he doesn't even care.” Dathan said to himself, shook his head while smiling sadly, and gulped down the remaining content of an open bottle. “Forget what I said. Yes, he did. He gave me the permission to.
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
Emily's POV “Is it just me or you look a little too overdressed?” Zac joked as he came out of Damon Inc. The place had had a complete renovation. “Well, hell has gotten a face-lift.” I joked, in an attempt to distract Zac and I from my dressing, staring at the building. “Welcome, Emily” Zac smiled at me pitifully, putting his hands in his pocket. “I totally understand if you have something to do. I can just wait and we have it tomorrow.” I didn't even have the mental strength to look him in his eyes. “Don't be silly!” Zac lifted my chin up with a finger. “I'm not trying to, it's just, this is five hours past when we were supposed to meet. I didn't mean to delay you” I added. I saw that Zac was trying so hard to have eye to eye contact, but my glasses made it difficult, and I liked it that way. Just before steppingout, I checked my rear view mirror and saw that I had a blood stain in my eye, must have been his nails as he struggled with me. Memories of the morning
Emily's POV “You're a monster!” I yelled at Adrian. “Just like Damon, you're a freaking monster!” “Feel what you feel, Emily” he said, licking his index finger that had just been inside of me.. I felt so filthy and humiliated. Angry that I let myself be overpowered by him. I was pissed at him, myself and the whole world. Why did destiny keep letting bad things happen to me? I felt unfortunate enough. I barely had enough strength to see Zac, before Adrian decided to rape me. Long after he was done, I sat there in my own sweat and tears. I couldn't believe I was ripped apart in my own house. He even had the guts to make food and bring to me in bed. “Get the fuck out of my house.” I yelled at him. “Emily, you will no longer speak to me in that manner. I am your man, and your Alpha. I demand you show some respect.” He snarled. “I see why you're thirty and lonely.” I said, throwing everything he brought away in a fit. “You'll be twenty seven and maimed if you don't
Emily's POV “What the fuck?!” I yelled at Adrian. “Watch your tone, Emily!” He raised his voice at me. Adrian had never spoken to me that way. The last three week In Malta had been nothing but pure bliss even though I was dragged like a criminal from sleep. We'd gone to bed that night pissed at each other, I didn't even know that Adrian slept at mines. I woke up the next morning, rather, I was woken up the next morning to get a few essentials because ‘the plane was leaving soon’. I thought it was crazy, and I hate for him to control me, but I could not overlook the effort he put into it. I also crossed my heart, hoping that something would happen. Something of any kind that would make life better for me. Fast forward to three weeks after… My email was full, my mailbox was full, and this was all because Adrian suggested we get a different phone so we don't get caught up in the life we left behind. “How is it my fault for wanting to give you a good time?” He asked, with
Zac’s POV The new week came round fast. It felt like all I did was just blink. Zyna was unreachable and never came to see me, which was quite unusual. But I took solace in the fact that she had a crazy husband who could demand for her to do anything at any time. It was not the same for Emily though. Our call was cut abruptly, and she lived too freaking far away for me to rush down. I tried not to be weird with Damon at the office. “Have you heard from Emily? Or from anyone there really?”Damon asked as I entered, before even I greeted him, “No, I haven't, sir.” I answered him, I feared that something had gone wrong. “That's funny to me,” Damon started, he got up from his chair, came around and pulled the chair opposite, I was a bit scared, anxious, ‘has he been looking through Zyna’s other phone?’, I asked myself. “How is it funny sir?” I asked, a bit nervous, but I tried to hide it from him. “I take it that you haven't read your news feed this morning?” He smirked
Adrian's POV I knew she was keeping something away from me, and my guts rarely ever lie. Coupled with the fact that I heard bits and pieces of the last part of their conversation. I only backed out cause I didn't know who she was talking to, and I didn't want them to know me either. “Emily, we have to be honest with each other.” I looked her in the eye. “How would you feel if roles were reversed and I gave you info in bits and pieces, and half truths?” I asked her. “Adrian, the same breath in which you make me feel like the most precious thing in the world, is the same with which you make me look like a scum.” Her hands fell to her sides, and she looked away. “No man could ever make you feel that way, Emily. And you know I'd never do that, not intentionally at least.” I argued. “Well, that's the thing, Adrian. You never want to do things, you just do them.” She sighed and got up. “Emily, can we please have a conversation that you're not trying to run from?” I asked her
Zyna’s POVNo matter how hard I tried to force myself, I could sleep anymore. If I thought I couldn't hate Damon anymore than I already did, I was sorely mistaken.He sank into a deeper place than hell, on my charts. I stood in front of my dressing mirror, admiring how much my stomach had begun to pop. I smiled as I rubbed the gentle bump, knowing that I'd never be able to work that one out. Not in seven months at least. “Can I talk to you about earlier?” I asked, entering his room without knocking. “What do you think?” He asked, looking up from some paperwork sprawled all over the table. “I think yes.” I replied, sitting at the foot of his bed. “Go ahead then I doubt I have any more options.” He said. “It's your world, Damon. You always have options. In fact, you create options.” I scoffed. “One thing you're right about, finally.” He smiled. “I'm not gonna be able to remain in this prison for the whole of my pregnancy. My doctor says I need to be active if I'm
Emily's POV “Why would you do that?!” I challenged Adrian. “Do what?” He asked, throwing the last piece of whatever he was chewing into his mouth. “Don't you think we need to talk?” “I do, but this is obviously not the time to remind me.” I said. “Are you mad at me?” He asked me. “Yes. I am, very.” I answered. And he didn't look apologetic. Not for anything, ending my call, or scaring me so bad. “You know?” He started, “that's funny, cause I'm mad at you too.” “That's a you issue.” I said. I was beyond pissed. I picked my laptop up and headed for the living room. “Oh wow!” He exclaimed. “Emily?” He called out, following me. “Do you think you'd ever grow out of this, and maybe we'll get to that phase where we can confront our situations like adults?” He asked me. “Oh, great question. If you are at ‘that phase’, and you had to stay away from me for two full days, before confronting ‘our’ situation, my answer is no.” I stated clearly. “One more thing. Feel
Damon's POV Life lately has been a little more like a soap opera. The soap opera where a guy slowly loses his family, his friends and the respect of his workers. I saw it in all their eyes. As a matter of fact, strangle, the only person that tried hard not to rub it in was Zac, strangely. Since Adrian had gone cold turkey on me, he's the closest thing I’ve had to a friend. “Wake up!” I tapped Zyna. She'd just come back from her lover, a few hours ago. I felt so irritated touching her skin. Everyone in the palace knew what was going on, and I knew it was only a matter of time before they start to spread the gossip. For that reason, my team and I had to enforce permanent employment for all the house staff. “What is going on?” She asked as she turned on her side. “We need to talk!” I said, trying to make my voice as low as possible. Low, but audible. “About?” She asked, stirring. “Whatever the hell you have going on.” I said. “Damon, it's 5am in the morning. I n
Zac’s POV “I'm honoured you agreed to do this with me.” I said as soon as she picked the video call. We'd decided to make it a video call, because those were harder to tap in to, seeing as we were still really involved with the police. “Yeah, yeah. You're just gonna have to overlook my untidy space and my swollen eyes.” She sighed. “You're still as pretty as ever, Emily.” I said to her, She turned her face away, though she didn't look it, I knew it meant a lot to her. “And your hair too.” I chuckled. I only just realised that she'd worn a wig the last time we saw. Her hair was cut low. “It was annoying me.” She explained, in an undertone. “I respect that. ” I said, clearing my throat. Small talk was over. We needed to start talking about why we were there. “Emily, believe me or not, it only just occurred to me yesterday, that Damon's wife was Zyna, FROM groomers, YOUR own Zyna!” With the same enthusiasm I still felt. “That's slow. You've been working for her hu