SADIE.Death is not feared until it is too close and one realizes death is indeed one to be feared. My life flashed before my eyes, while I was in a coma and the fact that my swollen face disappeared so fast remains a mystery to me. The only evidence I have to show for the hit is the slight bruise on my cheekbone. The bruise is also healing too fast. Normally, I sustained such bruise for about two weeks before it begins to fade off in the third week.My reflection on my father’s desk shows the healing is still ongoing.“Tell me what happened during your first encounter and even this last.” My father requests.“I will but first you and Aunt Kitra were going to tell me what happened to my mother.” I say as my gaze keeps shifting between the both of them.“No long talks. There are picture evidences. I show you together with her doctor’s report and you will go back tonight to complete the task. No one soils the name and abilities of my organization, you hear me?” My father’s latter words
SADIE.If the lights had gone off, my presence would have been suspected. His security tightened and he seem to have more men lurking around unlike the last time. I watch them exchange duties every hour and at exactly three in the morning everyone leaves. They must think I would never make a move this early in the morning while most humans are asleep.No heels this time, no pretty long dress with exposing thigh. No make up, just my normal self in a black tank top and a leather pant. If you ever wonder why leather pant I will tell you later for now, I hope the dog does not bark at me. It would ruin everything. Maybe I should kill it even before it sees me.Walking on my toes like I am on my feet, I hold my breath. My hands hold my Glock steadily as I inch closer and rather than bark, the dog steps back again then lay low. I would suit its back but time is not on my side.His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from ea
EMMETT.It has not been up to twenty-four hours since I last saw her and yet I want to see her again even if we would have to repeat the whole process of her pointing her gun then pulling the trigger at me and having to escape severe injury using inhuman speed. The moon goddess sure has her way of repaying one after years of immerse patience and having to pretend like I do not want a woman of mine. One made for me, my mate and the future Luna of my pack.Quetsiyah is beautiful. She is sexy. Her voice is everything too. It keeps reiterating in my ears for even no reason. The hit across my face when she finally gained full control of her body? Was sexy as well. I love the feistiness.“Sarah is here, she is not listening to any of the instructions you left. No one could stop her.” Cullen mind links me.“This is what happens when you let a human in.” I mind link in response as my ears pick up her approaching footsteps.“You needed her, sorry.” He responds.“You ditched me at the party and
SADIE.My breath shudders as he frees me of his weight and put out his hand to aid me up, but I hit his offered hand and stand up on my own.“Stop holding back yourself from shaking, your eyes are dilating and I do not like it.” He says as I lean against the wall to let the words from earlier sink in.According to Aunt Kitra, my parents loved each other so much—this could even be a lie to set me up but it is not the first time my father lied to me—“You could be the liar.” I force my voice to remain stable and calm even though my body is already shaking visibly.“Hard or soft?” He asks as he proceeds to stand in front of me, his hand gently holding my arm and his height towering over me slightly as I look up at him.“Huh?” I make the only sound I can as the images from the envelope Aunt Kitra showed me flashes vividly in front of me.Aunt Kitra would never lie to me—she even stood up for me for the first time and was willingly to leave my father if he was going to send me to Korea. Th
SADIE.I thought Emmett would at least make it tomorrow before the public announcement but judging by the looks I am getting as I walk through the house and the approaching footsteps of my dad as well as that of his sister, I do not need to watch the news or read some online article.As soon as my father hit his walk cane on the tiled floor, everyone within sight scurry out. Leaving me with him, Aunt Kitra and Matt who looks more hurt than I imagined.“You were sent to kill a man but you are getting married to him instead?!” My father’s harsh tone comes out octaves high enough to cause him a stroke if he does not calm down.“I am just making it easier for you to get rid of me.” I respond as I share my gaze between him and Matt as well as Aunt Kitra.“Qetsiyah Sadie Dawson!” Aunt Kitra shrieks as she reverberates.I just need my father to get so mad he starts to spill much without realizing. I need him to make me beat up myself for believing Emmett over him.“Mister Dawson, I believe y
EMMETT.I do not need to be the Alpha to know my office hours today will not be utilized for office purposes but to explain to more than just my close ones, Hoffman’s daughter, Sarah and the entire pack as to why I will be getting married sooner than not even expected.“You are a sly and cunning bastard!” Sarah yells as she walks into my office unannounced at the same time with Jasmine who passes me an apologetic look.Making a sign for Jasmine to leave us, she shuts the door after herself as Sarah proceeds towards my desk; “I belittled myself. Threw all of my advantage to beg you to marry me. I did not beg for a permanent bond, I only wanted something temporary. Something you could give to me. I am not a whore but I let myself be one for you. I cannot go around sleeping with a man I do not have potentials with. You are worth the husband material and I am also worth the wife one, yet you chose her. Where did she even come from? She was never there, at least I know that. I know you. Yo
SADIE“If it helps you in any way, I also am not interested in marriage.” I remark as I step back slowly until my back hits the wall as the arse keeps coming close.“Cullen.” Emmett calls calmly as I take out the small knife tucked neatly in my ponytail, causing him to back away from me and retreat to sit.“You are not interested in marriage but you are somehow getting Emmett to marry you? Cut me the bullshit and come out on how your father is using you as a setup to finally get Emmett. A hunter and a wolf have nothing called friendship, not to speak about a love-like relationship that might lead into marriage.” He responds as I raise my brows casually while watching him.“I am believing you are also a four hundred year old man since Emmett is one and you all have the long-life span thing. For someone who has lived so long and witnessed enough generations to be– uhm– should I say ‘mature?’ banting with someone younger when it is not even you I am about to get married to is absurd. How
EMMETT.“I belong to no one. I own myself and if you do not let me go when I want to leave, you will be as good as dead. After All, you should be scared that you might rather than proposing to marry me or were you somehow expecting me to swoon for the ‘I will never let you go’ part? I think you should stop trying to get me to feel something and focus on our goal for getting married.” I expected a wittier reply.So, I will consider this a good start.A very good one because it usually starts from a trigger like that.“Try not to pick a fight with anyone at home. As much as you hate that they were involved in a lot of mess than they revealed to you is enough reason to keep malice with them but you still work as an agent for the company. You will be getting married in two days and even if you hate them so much, I know you are unable to hate them and you should not, they are still family. They have to be present at your wedding. Your father has to walk you down the aisle and hand you over
SADIE.Dear Sadie,Hey, I know it will be a mess writing that I hope this letter finds you well because you think without me, there is nothing absolutely well with you, but I assure you dear sister that it is indeed well without me even though you are not seeing it now. By the time you’re reading this letter, I believe you are more than old enough to comprehend everything here. I am hoping by the end of this letter you are not shaking your head in disagreement to the content of this letter. I hope that as you read this letter you do as I say because like you used to say, ‘anything Esther says is right.’ I hope that hasn’t changed about you and you still believe in my words. After all, I am mom’s guardian angel for you. I made this decision but know that our father and aunt Kitra had the most difficult time accepting it. In fact, it took our dad almost two weeks to finally accept it. He thought he could come up with solutions, but it happened that he could not co
EMMETT.The poisons?Sadie cannot possibly be one. As much as I want to defend the impossibilities, I cannot. I have not known her long enough to defend her, even if I care about her and somehow, she found her way to me from the very first time I noticed her eyes gawking at my stark upper body while I prepared a meal.Could it be that what Dawson has been trying to protect her from is so she doesn’t become prey? I hate to be baffled, but Cullen might be right. The only stronger substance that can kill a wolf faster than wolfsbane, silver, or decapitation is the blood of the killer wolf.A wolf whose blood mutated in the womb. Could it be that Esmeralda died because she was pregnant with a child that fought with her immune system? Could that be the reason Dawson doesn’t fancy her and treats her like business?I wish I could stop overthinking, but I cannot. Why should I be fixed in a position where I have to choose between my pack and my wife if I test Cullen’s allegations about her? Th
SADIE.What do men think of themselves? I hate how he is able to get a reaction out of me. I meant both of them... maybe especially the one I might still end up killing. I will kill him, then kill myself. I still can’t believe my mood changed because he was pissed. Why do I even care if he’s pissed or not? I don’t care. I can trace my anger to Matt. He was slightly offensive as well. What does he mean by "he knows me well"? No one knows me. If anyone knew me, they’d know this isn’t where I want to be. This isn’t what I want to be doing. I am only doing this because I have to keep doing something. I do it, I complain, but it doesn’t stop me from doing what I want. If at any point a man thinks he can entangle my life with a life-long marriage, that man is deceiving himself. Mate bond or not, I own and control my life. I grew up human, I didn’t ask to not be one. Somehow, according to the books, I won’t be dying young—I hate that already.“You announced your engagement to him successf
EMMETT.“They already love you,” Prime minister remarks, standing next to me as he swirls the drink in his glass.“You seem more excited,” I respond, and drown the rest of the alcohol in my glass, in hopes that it somehow gets to me tonight.“You have no idea how much weight you will be lifting off my shoulders by taking this job. The danger that comes with having to be everyone’s friend when a friend to all is not any—if it’s for that alone, I’m happy to leave this position. It felt good while it lasted,” he replies as his eyes scans over the chatty crowd repeatedly.“You still have a few weeks as the prime minister. I’m not in a hurry, and we are still very good friends.” I drop the empty glass and take another from the passing waiter.“It’s a pity Dawson decided to leave our circle to be a man of his own,” he says, and I follow his line of sight.It’s Dawson, not so excited to be speaking to the woman who seems all smiley as she talks to him, making me interested in hearing what sh
SADIE.Sarah better switch up and just congratulate us. “Congratulations, you two,” she says, her bottom lip quivering, the corners of her lips tugged up in a smile that does not reach her glossy eyes.“Thank you,” I respond, moving closer to her for a hug. “Wipe your tears, and brace yourself. You’re a woman, and a man should not be the reason you cry. He’s all yours. You can still win him over if you can.” I whisper in her ear, a smile plastered on my face.Judging from the fact that I cried some hours ago because of a man, I am such a hypocrite. I hope she gets the point, though. It is not, and will never be, my intention to hurt a woman.“You’re a bitch!” she whispers-yells as I step away from her.The announcements have been made, everyone is back to enjoying the night and making as much connection as they can, but I just want to go home to see what’s in the bag Aunt Kitra handed to me.“Can we talk for a moment, please?” Emmett says as he rests his hand on either side of my wa
EMMETT.The guest can already tell it is an engagement announcement dinner. They just don’t know whose engagement is to be announced. It’s the reason they are free to gossip about the engagement, even next to the unannounced couple.I see my people among the guests, blended in as usual, conscious of what is to happen, and majorly happy, despite their anger that it’s Dawson’s daughter.“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, it is my honor to introduce the couple whose union will bring together two powerful families in the country.” I hadn’t noticed the master of the ceremonies take the stage until he spoke. “Let us welcome the prime minister,” he continues, rounds of applause booming around the room repeatedly until the prime minister takes the stage.“Thank you, everyone. It is my utmost delight to have you all leave your meetings, busy schedules, and even homes to be here. It tells me how you all value me, and my works for the country. If I had led the countries to ruin, you all wou
SADIE.I hope Aunt Kitra will come. I have not had an opportunity to see her since she handed me over to Emmett to protect me. It’s the first time someone else held my inhaler to my lips and urged me to breathe. It had always been her since Esther was killed.“It is time. The guests have arrived and are awaiting your presence,” one of the prime minister’s staff announces as she walks into the room.“Just the powder, and you are set,” the makeup artist tells me, her brush patting my face as she speaks.Okay.“Do you think getting married to Emmett will restore Esther or bring the murderers to life?”I try to not let his words get to me, but they do. It’s not like I was deaf when he spoke.“All done,” the makeup artist says, grinning from ear to ear, clearly pleased with her retouch as she displays a mirror in front of me.“It’s perfect,” I remark, my eyes locking on mine in the mirror.“It was nice retouching your makeup, you were so calm.” She responds, earning a smile from me as she t
SADIE.I still feel drowsy from the kiss—my mind hazy and my heart racing. I wouldn’t mind a few minutes more, but the sharp sound of my father’s voice cuts through the air like a blade. “Sadie,” he orders, his tone as stern as ever. “Come with me. Now!”“Go,” Emmett says, a smile lurking on his lips as he shifts his gaze to my father, who might be boring holes into the back of my head with his eyes.I don’t care. When we want to talk about being shameless, I am sure he doesn’t have it in any of his dictionaries. That side-piece bih can’t replace my mother.“The announcement dinner is happening soon. The invites are already sent out and since the prime minister’s signature is on each, everyone invited will be present even unplanned,” he says as we begin walking together.My life is really taking another dimension because my father would rather I marry his frenemy than speak up. Did he swear an oath of silence? What’s this high level of secrecy over the set of people that killed his da
SADIE.“Your mother and I have been best friends since elementary school. Our moms made sure of it,” says the prime minister’s wife, Margo, who has corrected me a few times.“And my father is friends with the prime minister?” I just want to confirm my assumptions.“Same old cliché. My husband and your father were the tough boys of the school and our seniors. I worked my ass off to remain hidden—not as much as your mother worked to remain the most unnoticed, but our efforts gave us the opposite result.” Her feet become still and she turns to me. “Your mother’s father was supposed to be the next head of state, but things got messy, and he was killed. His wife, your grandmother, took it head on and made sure her best friend’s husband get into power, so she stays within it. Women weren’t supported much in politics back then. With the help of your soon-to-be husband, everything became easy. That man owns this city.” She hands the basket of flowers she has gathered to me.Emmett owns this c