Emily’s POV“I want to go home,” I told him and I watched his eyes grow wide.“I want to go back to the castle” I quickly corrected and I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks.Did I just refer to the castle as home?“Of course you just did. It is your home after all” I heard my wolf arguing back in my head.If I was alone, we would have had an intense argument about this point.But the King was looking at me, watching my every movement like a hawk . I didn’t think he was able to hear us, but he seemed to always be listening for something. Even when he wasn’t talking with us.“Okay,” He answered.The same waitress came trembling back and after he paid, we left. But I could still feel her gaze on us, on me as if she felt sorry for me.“No need to spell it out sis, I feel sorry for myself as well” I mumbled in the secrecy of my head.When we got back to the car and he began to drive off, I realized that it wasn't the same route we followed earlier. But where was he taking me? Was th
Emily’s POV“Do you want it here or later” I couldn't really focus on him when he spoke but I knew what he meant because I felt my pants grow heavier with each syllable that left his mouth. “I want you now,” I told him while biting on my lip, looking at his face that was only inches away from mine.There was a smile tugging at his lips and I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. He leaned in closer to whisper something in my ear but I couldn't hear him over the blood rushing through my ears.My reaction was surprising to me as well, I didn't even like this man to begin with yet I was thirsty and hungry for what he had to give- all he had to give, that was all I wanted - needed“Biting your lips turns me on in more ways than you can imagine, do you know that?” He teased.But I shook my head thinking of all the things we could have been doing right now.Horny and impatient, I closed the distance between us and he pulled m closer again until we were pressed together chest to ches
Emily's POVI lost count of the number of times the King and I had sex after the last car experience, we did it everywhere and anywhere we could.And he always had me locked in and left me begging for more like some sort of starved animal who just ate its food in front of its master and loved every bite but knew that it was wrong to do so, and he would only take so much before it would be too late.Did that even make any sense?Tonight we had ended up in his room and it was my second time here since the soup incident.All the excitement I felt was thrown out of the window when I noticed the picture of that red-haired woman hanging on his wall.I had not noticed it the last time I was here but it did something to me, it sent anger surging through my body, my blood ran cold, everything turned blurry for a few seconds and for the first time in forever, I wanted to get as far away from the King as possible. He was staring at me with an amused expression but didn’t say anything, simply wai
Emily’s POVI found him standing in the garden, under the moonlight and he seemed so lost in thoughts while the night breeze played with his hair that I didn't dare disturb him. I knew this was what he needed right now: peace. Even if it meant me being lonely for a little bit longer, he would be okay when it was over. But As I continued to watch from afar, the urge to go up to him grew stronger but I was scared.What if he was suddenly grumpy and felt irritated by my presence? What if he thought that I was trying to pry into his business? I didn't want to say something wrong, didn't want to upset him . But still, how much could I wait until he was done meditating? “Sir… I mean Luka” I finally said when I walked up to him.He didn't turn to look at me, he just continued staring into space without acknowledging my presence.“It's a bit cold, aren't you gonna get inside soon?” I asked, rubbing my arms to get rid of some of the goosebumps.The fact that it was cold outside didn't mak
Luka's POV“She used to live close by, but I don't….she is supposed to be with me, supposed to be alive, why did you run away, I begged her but I guess I scared her…” I found myself saying to Emily, at this point I couldn't care if she understood me or not but I wanted to let these words out, it was as if I couldn't keep them inside anymore.It hurt more than anything else to talk about her, especially with some random person but I still spoke about Portia anyway.“You know it was our favorite place …” I trailed off again while chuckling bitterly as memories of Portia flooded my head all at once making it feel like it was going to explode if I didn't keep talking to keep my anxiety at bay.“You know, she used to say it was our secret, our place where we spent our time together and she would come home early and surprise us with dinner…she loved cooking…” I smiled at the end feeling like some sort of superhero who had managed to hold on to all the parts of the woman he loves.It all fe
Luka’s POV“I brought you soup,” Emily said as she stood in front of my door, holding a tray at the same time giving me a scrutinizing look. I knew what it meant. She wanted to know if I’d been sick or not. I couldn’t blame her for that either. I was pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to be standing up yet. My body ached from yesterday and what was worse than the shame that came after vulnerability?Yet I couldn't explain how relieved I felt from letting the load off my chest and the exhaustion settle into an easy slumber. It had taken a long time to fall asleep last night. The nightmares were never as bad, but they would make it hard for me to get enough rest.“Can I at least come in?” asked Emily with a little hesitation, knowing full well that she didn’t have permission to come in. I nodded. She was still holding onto the tray as if it were some sort of treasure.“I think you should take it now, it is still hot” “What are you doing here?” I asked her instead and she seemed surprised
Emily’s POVAsshole! Ungrateful asshole, that was who he was. I was the one who was stupid enough to feel sorry for him. I should have told him that he deserved all of the things he was going through, but that was not my style. I wasn't raised like that.I could do better, I know I could.In the previous week, I found paintbrushes and Cassie was kind enough to give me canvas and I began to paint again. Just like how I used to when Papa was still alive and when Mama and I were his priorities. I miss the days when my life felt so complete.Now I was stuck walking around eggshells. Because I hadn't drawn or painted anything for years, it was rough and needed a lot of adjustment.I abandoned it.The King didn't come to check on me that evening. Only the maid brought food and she was not Claire or Cassie so there was no one I could vent. I had a feeling he was avoiding me. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't that much of a big deal yet I felt unsatisfied. I was the one who was supp
Emily’s POVI had been feeling grumpy and mostly bored. I still hadn't managed to get a hold of my drawing and it drove me crazy and what was worse was that I couldn't even talk to Cassie.Claire on the other hand had been unavailable, I heard she had gone on a trip and the second oldest maid was mean. She would send disapproving glares to my side whenever she saw me talking to Cassie.I didn't like her either. She was a smallish woman with a blank stare that always seemed out of place on her bony face. Everything about her seemed off, even her energy. The last time she had chased me out of the kitchen causing the other maids to giggle.Nothing seemed to satisfy me anymore, I needed a distraction, and any distraction would do.I needed to talk to the King, not about our sexual lives or whatever it is we had going on, but I needed to take classes, maybe baking or cooking or something else that would get me through this month, and keep me busy and focused. I hated these moments when my