Luka’s POVIt was unfortunate that Emily had to be at the receiving end for every time I was angry and she should just learn to mind her goddamn business.After Emily complained about not being allowed to go out, I knew I had to do something about it.It was unhealthy for her to recover and still be locked up but I knew what she was capable of and I didn't want her trying to escape again.I don't know why I took her to that spot because I felt tormented.That spot reminded me of everything I once had and I had lost everything but my anger had been replaced by sadness so often. I would have rather been angry than miserable right now.I noticed how Emily was too focused on me.She seemed confused as to how to help but I couldn't take it any longer.After I said those words to her, my wolf wanted to console her, it wanted to reach out to her but I wouldn't let it.When we got back to the castle, she got down from her horse and patted it on its neck like a familiar.Her scent was off.
Emily's POVI had been allowed to move around freely for a week now, but the guards still followed around but maintained a generous amount of distance which I was grateful for. I didn't want anyone suffocating me with their presence.The young maid who was about my age whose name I had forgotten and was too embarrassed to ask seemed to be the only one who wanted me here apart from Claire and maybe Alfred the old man.I hadn't seen him in ages, did he get fired? I couldn't tell what his relationship with the king was. It was all very confusing and the less information I knew, the better.I wasn't allowed to go anywhere, although I was allowed to wander through the hallways, the gardens and even the library.Today I noticed a door I had been so ignorant about and my curiosity drove me into it.“What is this?” I asked one of the guards who was standing far from me.“It's a storeroom,” he said with an indifferent expression.He seemed to have no emotion in his voice at all. He could pas
Luka’s POVShe had gone in there without my permission, she looked at the damn portraits! It took all the amount of self-control not to rip her into shreds at that very moment, who the hell did she think she was?Sneaking around and going through my stuff like that.As I pulled her roughly, I paid no attention to her resistance whatsoever.I had grown soft on her, it was the only explanation as to why she was acting this way.When we reached in front of my room, I opened the door and pushed her in roughly before following after her. She seemed frozen on the spot for a minute but then her eyes flew wide with panic dancing across them. I let out an annoyed huff under my breath, now what exactly was she so afraid of? She didn't seem afraid of going through my things right?“I am sorry," she said timidly, her voice quiet yet trembling slightly, “It was an accident”. She still hadn't made eye contact or even moved her head to look up at me. The fact that I couldn't get any sort of reaction
Emily’s POV“I am sorry” I managed to mumble as the king pushed me into his room.Fear took over me as the thought of his request for an heir aligned with the consequences of the action I took threw me into the pits of fear and this fear devoured me.What was he going to do? Was he going to rape me? Torture me until I gave him a son who would carry on his royal lineage and inherit his throne? “It was an accident” I added quickly hoping that it would ease his wrath.“It wasn't an accident Emily, why did you go there? And why the fuck are you lying?” The King demanded with such venom and anger, that it made me cringe and tears were threatening to fall and I struggled to not lose control.“Don't you dare cry!” he hissed out, “If I see you crying, I swear to god…” But at that point, my tears didn't seem to care about his opinion anymore, the floodgates opened and they were flowing uncontrollably like water down a drain because my heart broke at the fact that he knew everything now. He k
Emily's POV“Breathe, Emily, breathe” Amelia my werewolf tried to calm me as I paced frantically back and forth in front of the vanity mirror in my room. “Breath, Emily, it's alright” she repeated silently, I could imagine her wearing a comforting smile on her face. I took one deep breath after another trying desperately to calm myself down.Immediately I heard that crashing sound followed by angry screams from the King, I ran. Afraid that he would change his mind and come after me this time.But as the minutes went by I was suddenly wondering if he was okay and if it was the right decision I made.“Just go to bed. Everything will be alright”“You don't know that! He said he was going to punish me!”I snapped at my wolf as if she was the cause of my problem.It was surprising how I slept that night and when I woke up the next day, I almost died from anxiety and I stayed in my room all day.I didn't hear from the King, not even the day that followed. Today I decided to go help out in
Emily's POVI think Alfred was stunned by my question because he spent what I thought was an eternity staring at me with wide eyes before shaking his head in denial and smiling weakly. “Oh…” He muttered quietly. “The King is in the castle, he's just locked up somewhere, keeping himself busy…”I don't know if it was the way Alfred said that without looking into my eyes or if it was his lack of confidence but something felt wrong with me just imagining the King away from his royal duties for that long. It seemed like a bad idea to keep himself trapped in there as far away as possible, especially when I had a feeling the castle itself could be the next place on the list for his 'busy'. So, despite all logic, I decided to ask.“He has been around the whole time, he didn't go on a trip?” I pressed further, my mind whirring with possibilities as I wondered if Alfred had missed something. Maybe there would be some kind of secret passageway that I hadn't noticed before. Or maybe I was missi
Emily's POVThe fall didn't come, instead, a pair of hands wrapped themselves securely around my waist, pulling me tightly against their chest. I felt arms encircle my torso, keeping me firmly in place as my head fell against the broad chest in front of me. After regaining my senses, I lifted my head up to meet his gaze which was staring intently at me.I don't know how the soup had managed to survive, and I don't know anything that had happened but it was almost like a miracle.When I stared down at my legs when I felt something warm running down my shin. I knew instantly what happened even before I saw the stain on the floor, the red liquid slowly flowing down under my foot only proved one thing, I had stepped on one of the broken pieces of glass.His gaze traveled down to the pool of blood growing around my feet.His eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “Fuck” I heard him mutter but his breath reeked of alcohol and I am sick of saying I almost leaned in to taste it off his ton
Luka's POV“Why the hell will you push her like that?” my wolf yelled at me after I slammed the door shut behind me.“Shut the hell up! just shut up” I yelled pressing my hands against my ears as if it would make him stop talking. He snarleable d but I was too angry to care. “You don’t know how hard it is to keep myself together without her.”It hadn't been easy. Ever since she left- died, I couldn't imagine how a world without her in it could be anything other than bleak and lonely. I never told anyone this but when you love someone so fiercely there's nothing left of what you once were before them. It all becomes your whole existence.I missed Portia.“She was never yours to begin with,” my Wolf countered.“Damn you!”“We have a mate, we should be focused on her” he growled.“All I want is Portia. Why can't you understand that?” I yelled.“You have a mate!” “Damn her! damn you! damn the goddess” I screamed and threw the nearest object which happened to be a vase at the wall. The gla