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SADIEI hate the way my breath catches and my entire body draws whenever he is near. I hate how he was not wrong when he said he could smell me. I hate when someone can read me. I hate that it is to him of all people I feel this attraction. I hate that his lips are as they were in my dreams and as I have always imagined them since the time he had me pinned against the wall, surprised that his kill had been ordered. “Where the hell is everyone?” I mutter as no maid moves around or comes to offer me wine, alcohol or water, bringing my attention to the fact that none of the security officials were present at their posts.The house cannot be unguarded except—“Aunt Kitra?” I yell as I sprint up the stairs but I am replied with a deafening silence.Of course she is not in too, if she was, she would have been at the edge of the stairs.Taking out my phone, I dial her number and press the phone to my ear as I finally complete the flight of stairs.“Sadie.” I do not need to turn around to kn
EMMETT.‘What have you done?’I don’t know. I respond as I unbutton my shirt and take it off as fast as my need for a strong liquor that can knock me out.“Get out.” I yell as my door opens, yet Liam walks in with Cullen.“Jasmine already told us you have dismissed everyone for the day.” Liam says I seethe while my grip on the edge of the table tightens.I do not need to see my reflection to know my eyes cannot maintain a color. My entire body is threatening to split into two.It has been years since I last lost control.“What did you do?” Cullen asks as he fetches me a glass of beer.“I had not confirmed if she is my mate. I wanted to be sure I speculated right. I was right but now, I have fully awoken my wolf, now he yearns for his mate.” I tell them as I try to drown the content of the glass Cullen hands me.“What exactly did you do?” Liam asks and I finally feel some kind of relief as I let the thoughts of how she felt against my lips encumber my head.“One can awaken a silent wol
SADIE.My breath hitches in my throat as I stare at myself in the mirror. The glow from the claw marks reopening like it did not heal up when he held me by the throat growing as my fingers tremble and I part my lips to let my inner screams out but my voice gets muffled by nothing. I see my mouth open wide but my shrieks are not audible until the lights go off leaving my eyes as though they are shut.‘Are you scared of the dark?’ The voice asks, causing me to step back till I cannot anymore.Somehow, I am hoping it is a wall but the hands that grab me say otherwise making me let out another shriek but again my shrieks go unheard even by me.My body shakes in the hold of the body I hit. My shuddering breath and sobs coming hand in hand makes things harder for my fast-beating heart.“Please.” My plea gets past my lips and heard.‘You can hide but you cannot run.’ The voice distorting between that of a woman and a man responds.“I do not understand.” I manage to speak even as I feel my li
EMMETT.Mister Hoffman nods before he disappears from my screen, leaving the option for me to either call again or send a message and I shut the laptop close as Jas walks in.“Boss, have you checked the news?” She says, her eyes shifting between the screen of the tablet in her hand and my face as she shifts her stances repeatedly.“No.” I respond as I pick the remote from my side drawer to turn on the television in the office as I also take the tablet she is passing to me.“It is happening again. The shapeshifters are back in town. People are expected to go home early, be alert and protect themselves in case of an attack. Offices—” The rest of the newscaster’s words goes unheard as I click on the pictures on the tablet.“No solid evidence, just a picture of a wolf and a vector werewolf.” Jasmine tells me as I can also see for myself.I know when Dawson is at the base of something.“Tonight is a full moon and so is tomorrow as predicted by the—” I turn off the television and return the
SADIE.I drop my phone, again! Stepping back enough to check out my fit for the night. All I have ever done is take missions and succeed... remove Emmett from the list but all I have done is succeed. Never have I ever been on a hunting mission. Hell! I had no idea we are hunters—I want to warn Emmett but I know he already knows. If he is as strong as he poses to be… he should win? Or not. Everything happening tonight is all because I agreed to Emmett’s dumb plan to bring out the truth.“Have you packed your bronchodilator? There will be lots of smoke. We have to fog their visions and come for them unexpectedly even though we are expected.” Aunt Kitra says as she limps towards me.“You are limping.” I remark as I nod to her question.“It’s nothing. I have been far more injured in the past and I still fought. I know you are reluctant to kill a lot of people whose heads are not ordered but remember that those people are not humans and if they had the chance to come at us first, we would
EMMETT.“Remember the rules. No killings, just graze them no matter how hard you are attacked. They are all trying to prove a point to the people and we are not going to let them have that edge over us. Cullen, you are fully in charge of the newbies. I thought I left a clear order for you all not to bring in new members but some of you all seem to be falling excessively in love.” I remark as I strap on my jacket.“How many newbies do I have to control from ripping people and turning multiple humans tonight?” Cullen asks as Liam walks in with Shell who barks a couple of times as I refuse to grant him his back rub.“Just four. Three ladies and a man.” Liam responds before I do.“Just? We need to start expelling pack members who do not seek permissions before turning people into one of us. It is not like you are not going to allow them anyway, it is just that we will have more control that way. It is always love and light, I know.” Cullen complains as I stoop to rub Shell’s back.“Shell,
SADIE.I do not need to check the phone to know who it is. Every other person that may be calling this phone is going on this hunt mission. Leaves me to no one else but him. In case he thinks talking to me will change my father’s mind, he got it all wrong. In fact, hearing from him or about him will only fuel his anger and irritation.As much as I want to keep mute and not even speak to anyone, wherever we are going does not seem like the neighborhood I silently invaded to kill Emmett twice. “Where are we heading?” I ask as my skin tingles and somehow my ears pick on every sound, every single sound. Even the farthest sound.My nose as well, I smell the wet road so much, the trees, the air, the snake going on its own somewhere along the forestation.“I am sure he has been the one calling you.” He responds instead, and I groan from the amount of pain going on in my body as I compress the convulsion I am beginning to feel coming.I need every strength to control whatever is changing with
EMMETT. “You cannot be there. Please, Qet.” I beg her as she finally answers her phone.“It is too late. I am already there. I cannot leave now.” She argues.“You can get intrigued in this conversation and begin to retreat. I will come and get you soon. How are you feeling? Did you see anything?” I ask knowing fully well that she might lie to me.“I do not need you to care about me.” She groans out.“I do not need you to tell me when to care about you and when I should not. You are mine, and I will protect you at every point in time.” I retort calmly as I drive towards the borders.I need to go through the normal route. I need to be tracked in case there would be a need for reference. Dawson’s dirty game can be played by us as well.“I belong to myself.” She is still too stubborn.“Forgive me for telling you to shut up. But please shut up and listen to me. Of everyone you think you should trust; I am the right person. If anything happens to you, I get affected too. Your father cannot
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