Emilia’s POV—Eleven Years Later
Another day, another dollar. At least, that’s how it’s supposed to be, except I never get paid for any of the work I do.
I have been in the Black Claw pack for last eleven years and every day it is a fight to stay alive—to keep on going until I can find a way to get out of this fucking hell hole.
Since my parent’s murder, I have been reduced to nothing but a simple common slave to the Alpha and his pack.
That man who ordered my mom to be raped and murdered in front of my father and then proceeded to kill my dad? He was a bounty hunter, sent to retrieve me because Alpha Jackson placed a hefty bounty on me.
Why you ask? Well, when you figure that out, let me know.
“Emilia!” Luna Ismalda screeches from downstairs.
I slowly rise from the bed, my joints aching from the lumpy mattress underneath me. I sigh softly to myself and look around the room I’m in.
One day…
One day, I won’t have to live like this. I just have to wait until I turn 18…one more day…then I can meet my mate. Once I meet him, hopefully he takes me away from here…or maybe I can leave here on my own. Can’t be that hard, right? I am sure the life of a rogue has got to be ten times better than the shit I am in now.
My prison…
This place has been nothing short of fucking hell for the last eleven years. You would think, I would be treated decently at least while I was still a young child, but nope…not for me. Never for me.
I glance in the floor length mirror I managed to acquire in this small ass bedroom. I cringe when I take in my dingy clothes and dust coated hair, tears welling in my eyes as I stare at the girl who used to be happy.
I hear banging on the stairs and immediately swipe my hand across my face to wipe away the tears. I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. If I don’t get my shit together immediately, I know the consequences.
…and I don’t want to think about the consequences.
I quickly rush to the door, pulling it open before the Luna, or worse her oldest son, can open it. Everything is always ten times worse when they have to “fetch” me.
“Yes, Luna?” I immediately ask as I stand in front of her, not staring directly into her eyes.
Luna Ismalda immediately scoffs at my appearance. “This isn’t good. What have I told you about taking care of your body? No one is going to want someone who looks like that!”
I nearly sneer at the Luna’s shock. It is no secret how I fucking live. They give me ninety second showers, once a week. How the hell is anyone supposed to get clean with ninety seconds, once a week?
“If I had more than one shower a week, I might be able to stay clean.” I snark. Yeah, I didn’t sneer like I wanted to, but I have had a nasty habit of not keeping my mouth shut when I need to.
Momma always told me my mouth would get me into trouble, even as a child.
First mistake of the morning.
I feel the whish of her hand as it flies, hitting my face, and making my face whip to the other side.
I fight back the small whimper threatening to escape me.
Rule #1: Don’t let them see you cry. Crying is a sign of weakness. If you cry, they know they have gotten to you. I have to remain strong—it is the only way I am going to escape this hell.
I close my eyes and take the brief second to calm myself down. I can’t let them know how upset they make me. I take the minute and envision my parents and my older siblings.
After the attack, I have no clue what happened to them. As you can imagine, the bounty hunter found me the same day because I couldn’t stop the cry from leaving me as my father’s lifeless body collapsed on the ground.
Julio and Ramira weren’t home that night. Thankfully…
I can only imagine the hell that they were in for if they were home that night…
Despite the interrogations I was put through, I never once told them where my brother and sister were.
And I still hold out strong today, even though, I really don’t know where they are. I just know the place they were the night our parents were killed.
I open my eyes and take a deep breath, staring directly in the watchful eyes of the Luna.
“Sorry, Luna Ismalda. I am grateful for the showers the Alpha graciously allow to have. You took me in when I had no one.” The words burn the tip of my tongue, tasting like acid as I spew the lies, they have tried to force me to believe. If my parents hadn’t been murdered, I wouldn’t have needed a place to call “home.” (Even though I use that term quite loosely.)
The Luna nods her head in approval at the words as they left me. “Exactly, we didn’t need to take you in,” she huffs. “We did it out of the goodness in our hearts.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her words. A word that I remember hearing Ramira say one of the last times I saw her comes to mind. At the time, I didn’t understand the meaning of it, but now I thinking I understand what she meant.
Gaslighting.
Narcissistic.
Two words that are perfect to describe the Luna and how she treats me.
“I need you to have the main ballroom prepared for tonight. We are hosting a visiting Alpha before the big ball tomorrow. Make sure it looks exquisite.” The last words come out as a small growl and once again I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes.
She already knows I am going to do the best I can, only because I hate the fucking consequences. And I truly doubt she would continue to let me prepare for these special dinners and events if I sucked that much.
“Yes, Luna,” I tell her, my eyes drifting to stare at the ground.
The moment the Luna leaves, I let out a low growl. I hate it here.
I turn to the small makeshift dresser in the room and pull out something semi-decent, with minimum stains.
I quickly brush my hair and pull out one of the wipes I managed to steal from under my bed. I wipe my face as best as I can, making sure to get as much of the dirt off of me as possible.
I raise my arms above my head and stretch. I wince as my joints pop, leaving me with an aching feeling in my bones. Fuck, it hurts.
I close my eyes, taking another deep breath. I mentally prepare myself to have to deal with the rest of the pack.
I quickly throw on my worn-out flats and rush down the stairs, careful to not slip on the half-broken stair leading from the attic.
I rush through the pack house, keeping my eyes down, and making sure I don’t bump into anyone. The quicker I get out of here without being noticed, the easier my day will be.
I rush out the door, wincing as I step foot outside. My feet automatically crunch in the snow and the brisk air hits me as I step outside.
My arms automatically wrap around my waist as I try to, unsuccessfully, shield myself from the cold. My steps pick up as I walk across pack grounds for the office buildings where not only all the rank members have their office, but it is also the home of the conference and ball rooms.
The moment I enter the building and the door closes behind me, I lean against the door to catch my breath, praying to the Goddess that the warmth of the building heats me up soon.
Once I have caught my breath, I slowly rise from the door and make my way to the ballroom to begin the preparations for the diner the Alpha and Luna are hosting. I see the box with all the decorations laying on the table, as well as three different color schemes the Luna chose for me to work with, and I set to work.
I let my mind wonder while I aimlessly move through the steps. I have to do this so often for her, I can do it in my sleep. Decorating for her events aren’t that hard.
The shittiest part? After dinner tonight, I have to come in here and break everything down and start the preparations for the ball they are hosting tomorrow night. If I don’t get a head start on it tonight, then I will never finish on time in the morning.
My hands shake as I pick up one of the pieces of China. My fingers are still frozen solid from the walk here.
If only, the Alpha and Luna would give me some damn gloves and maybe a freaking hat. Or better yet, some better fucking shoes.
At this rate, I am surprised I haven’t had hypothermia yet.
I swear, I am surprised all of this walking in the frigid temps with barely any decent clothing on hasn’t killed me.
Although…as of right now, I feel like I am dead.
Seriously though, the winters here are always rough with lots of ice, snow, and frigid temps below zero.
Sometimes, I desperately wish another pack had ‘taken’ me in. Maybe I wouldn’t mind being reduced to nothing more than a slave if the weather was a slight bit warmer—like they say it is in California. I bet California never has temperatures that reach this flipping low.
I let out a long sigh.
It must be nice.
They say once you receive your wolf, you won’t feel the frigidness of the cold anymore. Every night, I pray for my wolf to come…but at this point? I don’t think she ever will. My eighteenth birthday is tomorrow, and she still hasn’t come to me.
Rumor has it? If you don’t receive your wolf by end of the week before eighteenth birthday, then you are a dud—wolfless. Weak. Pathetic. Scum of the Earth. Wolves rarely come to those who are already eighteen; usually their bodies can’t handle the shift. You are at your prime age by 16 and unless you are continuously training, your body is going to be deemed too weak by the time you turn eighteen to be properly prepared for the shift.
It’s fitting, since that’s the way I have always been treated by the Alpha and his pack.
Emilia’s POVOnce I finish decorating, I pull back and look at my handiwork. This is the best they are going to get, but I must admit—it looks damn good to me, especially considering my fingers didn’t stop shaking the first hour as my body slowly warmed up.I check the time on the clock above the door and let out a sigh. It’s time to head back and get started on dinner. I imagine my attendance is going to be required at this dinner too, which means they are going to expect me to wear my ‘nicest’ clothes I own and serve them and their guests.Once again—it’s fine. I am used to it.The issue? I don’t like surprises and Luna Ismalda didn’t tell me which Alpha they are expecting. Some of the Alphas they host are downright fucking cruel. The company they bring with them, like their heirs, are even crueler.There was once this one Alpha who came with his twin Alpha-heir sons. They were having a mild disagreement, so they decided to come up with a way to settle their little tiff. How did the
Alpha Kade’s POV“Emilia,” Jackson barks, “show our guests to the rooms you had made up for them.” I am disgusted as I glance at the girl and see the fear in her eyes. One of the girls next to her inconspicuously taps her on her lower back, almost like she is trying to reassure her that everything is done. Emilia turns her head slightly and the girl gives her a small, barely noticeable nod. My guess? She didn’t know she was responsible for preparing our rooms.“Follow me,” she murmurs softly, motioning for us to follow behind her. I turn to look at the warriors and my ranked members. Two of my warriors’ step-in front of me, following directly behind the girl.I swear my men sometimes take their tasks too serious sometimes. I highly doubt this measly Omega could harm any of us, even if she wanted to. She looks severely malnourished and underweight. It doesn’t look like she has even an ounce of muscle on her.Whenever I leave the pack, I always bring four warriors with me as added prot
Emilia’s POV“What the fuck is going on?” I glance to the other end of the otherwise deserted hallway and see one of the guys who accompanied Alpha Kade storming to us. He comes to a halt in front of Kendrick, towering over him. “I will ask only one more time. What the hell is going on?”“This doesn’t concern you,” Kendrick growls, pushing himself off the wall. “None of this is your fucking problem.”The guy laughs and his eyes dart to me, momentarily softening as he takes in my appearance before turning back to Kendrick, his eyes hardening.“Whenever I see a man towering over someone ten times their size and punching the shit out of them, while she tries and fights back, it becomes my problem. What the fuck could a damn Omega do to you to warrant this kind of treatment?”Neither of them answers him which only seems to further piss off the man. He brings his fist back, letting it collide with Kendrick’s nose. A small smile spreads on my face when I hear the crunch of his nose cracking
Emilia’s POV I stand in front of my mirror, gingerly holding my shirt up so I can examine my bruises. My entire stomach looks horrible. If you didn’t know I am white, you wouldn’t be able to tell just from staring at my stomach. My stomach is a sickening black and purple. You can see the imprints from each place Kendrick hit me. I think back to the weird conversation I had with Beta Marcus after he stopped Kendrick from hurting me anymore. I pick up the gauze wrap I managed to sneak earlier after I finished prepping the main course for tonight. I try my best to wrap my ribs, making sure I am gentle, so I don’t hurt myself any more than I already am. “Fuck!” I growl under my breath when I accidentally squeeze my side a little too hard. “Emilia!” Luna Isamlda yells from downstairs. “You are supposed to be at the ballroom getting ready to greet the guests when they arrive!” I internally curse myself. I can hear the anger in her voice. I was hoping she wouldn’t notice my presence was
Alpha Kade’s POV “Marcus! What the hell were you thinking?!” I roar. My dumbass Beta just informed me of what he spent his afternoon doing, including breaking up a little tussle with that damn Omega from last night. “Alpha, she needs help. You didn’t see what the Beta heir was doing to her while the Alpha heir stood back and watched. I get it...you don’t help people, not since her. You refuse to take a chance on anyone, I get it, I really fucking do. But for fucks sake, you can’t expect everyone around you to be fucking heartless too! Lei—” “Watch yourself, Beta!” I growl as he starts to mention her name again. “Don’t bring her up again!” His face softens slightly before he continues. “Kade, I just want to help her. She has no one here—nothing. You didn’t see the suffering she was in and you didn’t see the look in her eye when I tried to help her. All I want to do is help her. Get her out of here. I don’t care what the hell we do with her once we get her out, but no one should hav
Emilia’s POV Pain wracks my body as I lay curl up in a ball on the dungeon floor. Fuck that bastard. I don’t know who the hell he thought he is by picking me up and carrying me back to that dumbwit Alpha. I gingerly roll over on my other side, praying the pain goes away soon. Everything freaking hurts. After Alpha Kade dropped me on the ground in front of Alpha Jackson (further damaging my already broken ribs—it didn’t help anything with me fighting him the entire way from the forest to the flipping ballroom, my dickhead Alpha allowed Kendrick and Ozara to choose my punishment. Guessed what I am subjected to now? Yep, you guessed it! Another fucking beating and I earned myself a week in the cells. Very cliché, don’t ya think? I’m in the dungeon. They promised me I would get one meal a day, one bottle of water, and a thin ass sheet to keep me warm, so I don’t die of hypothermia down here. Even though this sheet isn't doing anything to keep me warm down here. Unfortunately, this is
Emilia’s POV“What do you mean my new home? Will you not be taking me back to the Black Claw pack?” I ask uncertainty.“You are no longer a member of the Black Claw pack. Your Alpha should have broken the connection to you by now and if he hasn’t Alpha Kade will take care of it later,” Marcus answers me. Alpha Kade just stares at me, almost like he is examining me, trying to figure out everything he possibly can about me.“Am I your slave here too?” My voice is quiet and even. I know how this work. I am being sent to a new pack as a slave. The treatment is going to be the same. I am sure Alpha Kade has a Luna who is going to be just as dark and twisted as Luna Ismalda was to me.And then I will plan my escape from here and I won’t let the asshole Alpha stop me.Beta Marcus glances to his Alpha, a look crossing his face that I can’t seem to place before his eyes turn back to me, softening just slightly.“You are not a slave, Emilia. You are an Omega—there is a difference. And you will
Beta Marcus’s POVI have been waiting for the last two hours for her to come out. Dr. Evans came twice—once to chastise me for the Alpha making her think she didn’t have a choice and to remind me everyone has a choice in her hospital. Her exact words were if ‘Alpha Kade has a problem with the way I run my hospital and giving people a choice, then he can bring his ass over here and say it to my goddamn face.’ Then, she stormed off, going back to Emilia’s examination room. The second time she seemed calmer but rattled. I wanted to ask her if everything was okay, but I know her. She wouldn’t tell me if something was wrong. She told me she is preparing an x-ray to take a look at her ribs and then she is going to rebandage them before sending her back to me.The last time she came out here was about an hour ago, so I am sure they are almost done. Just as the thought crosses my mind, the door opens, and Dr. Evans steps outside.“Beta, can I talk to you please?”“Of course.” Something is sti
Kade’s POVI watch as she leaves my office. She didn’t look back at me and didn’t say a word. I know my words hurt her and she’s grieving the family she lost. She had these hopes her brother and sister would still be alive.Never in a million years did she expect for her sister to be dead, leaving behind two babies in the process. A weird pang hits my chest as I think about the pain, I knowingly caused her. I see the anger brewing in Marcus’ eyes as he stews about what I did to her. I can hear Ghost pacing anxiously in the back of my mind. His concern and thoughts going straight to the tiny little Omega. A small sigh escapes me as I let my mind wonder back to last night. My anger at seeing her with Armani. My anger was irrational—fuck, I know that. And as much as I want to blame it all on Ghost, I know that isn’t fully truly either. Ghost was pissed that she would dance with someone else knowing who her mate is, but I know I was angry too and even a tad bit jealous. I bet she never
Emilia’s POV“Emilia?” Julio whispers, a slight crack to his voice. I just nod my head, not quite trusting my voice right now. Julio reaches for me, grabbing my hand, and yanking me into his hard chest. His arms automatically wrap around me, holding me tightly, and burying his face in my hair. “I never thought I would see you again. Ramira and I looked for you forever, neither of us were willing to give up hope. As the years went on, we were told the chances of your survival were slim to none, but we were ready to let go quite yet. I prayed with every fiber of my being to Selene that you would return one day, and fuck I am so glad Alpha Kade found you.” He pulls away from, holding me at arm’s length. “You look so much like mom, with just a sprinkling of dad in you.” Tears well in my eyes and I nearly break as I stare in his eyes. “So as much as I love standing here watching you two, I think I’m gonna go inside to see my babies,” Armani states, stepping around me, breaking my eye con
Emilia’s POVMy heart pounds in my chest at his offer. I have thought about this day for years. For eleven years I have wanted nothing more than to reunite with my family, and now that the offer is staring me in the face, I am terrified. What if he wants nothing to do with me? I mean I have nothing to offer my family, at least what remains of it, unless they want someone filled with enough trauma and pain to last a damn lifetime. Armani is staring at me, waiting for me to give him an answer. Instead of doing what I desperately want and running to hide in my room, away from my fears, I nod. “I think I will like that a lot,” I tell him quietly.“Do you think he will want to see me? He won’t mind if you bring a practical stranger with you? It’s been eleven years; I’m not the same person I used to be. And I know he isn’t the same as he used to be.” A deep chuckle escapes him. “Emilia, I think you are overthinking this. You brother nor your sister never stopped thinking about you. For ye
Dear readers, I am so sorry for my long absence. I had been having a crap ton of health issues that made it nearly impossible for me to update. While I'm still having a plethora of problems, I'm finally back and ready to continue Kade and Emilia's story. I plan to update at least every other day as I slowly get back into the habit of writing again. (And reviewing all of my notes to remember everything there is to know about Emilia, Kade, and the rest of the family!) If you stuck around waiting for an update, thank you!
Emilia’s POVI reach out and grab Armani’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “Were you close to her?” I ask softly, trying to remain comforting. I think about the pain in his voice as he talks about Ramira. You don’t have that kinda pain if you were somewhat close to each other—more than just casual acquaintances. He shrugs, not quite meeting my eyes as he responds. “You can say that.” A small smile lights up his face as he continues talking. “Ramira and I…we were more than just friends. She was my lover before she died. She was one of the kindest and sweetest souls I had ever met, and we dated in high school. Right before graduation, we decided we would give it six months and if neither of us had found our mates, then we would take the plunge and let whatever happens, happens.” His voice trails off and his eyes turn glassy as he stares off into space, his mind taking him to another world. “When she learned she was pregnant, we were both ecstatic—it seemed like nothing could ever go
Emilia’s POV I stand in the office listening to Alpha Kade tell me about the fate of my family and I’m numb. I can’t feel anything. I don’t want to feel anything. Feeling…well that will be worst than just blocking everything out. And that’s what I want to do. I want to block it out and forget that I pushed the Alpha to tell me. I want to forget he told me about my brother and sister’s fate. My sister had a baby…not just one, but two. Two beings who were part of her. Who is the baby daddy? Why doesn’t he want his kids? Why are they in my brother’s care? Does this mean Ramira had found her mate early on? My head spins as all the questions race through me. Questions I don't have the answer to. I can't do this. I can't do it right now. Without saying a word, I spin on my heels and walk out of the room, not bothering to talk to either man in the room. If they tried to stop me, I wouldn't know. My mind keeps wandering to the last time I saw my brother and sister. They day my pare
Alpha Kade’s POV For the first time since meeting her, anger courses through me. Not at the lack of respect, because there is no respect, but at everything this girl has been through. She is barely a legal adult. And she has seen some of the true horrors of the world we live in. I want to take revenge on those that hurt her, harm her. No matter how i feel about her or the lack of the bond flowing through is now, no one in their right mind deserves to be raped or even starved. I can feel Marcus’s disappointment behind me. He hates how i continuously push her when none of us truly know what she’s been through. And I get it now. I really do… I shouldn’t have pushed her. I reach my hand out with the intention of touching her arm, wanting to offer some type of comfort. The tears are killing me. I hate crying. Even more so when it’s a woman and I know I caused the pain. I may not have been the one to rape or beat her, but I caused her to relive the pain by pushing her to the point of
Emilia's POV Marcus raises his voice again. I'm not even in the same room as him and Alpha Kade, but I can feel his anger from here. All of this over me... I don't want to come between friends, not in the slightest. I just want to be treated fairly and equally by everyone, including the hard headed Alpha. Yet, I know he will never treat me as a person. Simply because I am his second chance mate. He views me as the enemy. "—lying to yourself, Kade. You admitted it yourself. She intrigued you. There was something about her that kept your attention. You were curious about the girl. And now you suddenly learn about her past and want nothing to do with her? You know who her parents are! At the very least, you can fucking tell her everything instead of keeping her in the dark! Especially everything that happened to her brother and sister! At the very least, you can tell her where her parents are buried!" Marcus yells at him. My brother and sister are alive? Alpha Kade knows who they
Alpha Kade's POV I wake up with an intense migraine. I slowly sit up from my position on the ground and look around me. I must have fallen asleep at the cemetery talking to Leila. I look around me and my eyes catch on the guy leaning against the truck on the path through the cemetery. "Nice of you to finally join the land of the living," Garrett growls at me. "I was waiting to see if I needed to give you a nice shower with some ice cold water to wake your sorry ass." I scrub my hands down my face, silently begging for this headache to freaking go away. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him. "Looking for you," he responds. "You didn't come back to the pack house. When you didn't come to training this morning, Marcus and I were concerned about your sorry ass. I volunteered to come and look for you." "Oh, so Marcus is considering talking to me again?" Garrett rolls his eyes before he responds. "He's contemplating it. And you know regardless of how stupid and downri