EMMETT.The moon will be way less than half tonight, and will leave the sky darker than it should. No one will lose control. Everyone will feel as the society expects of us, turning our norms into abnormalities, and making theirs the standard. It is accepted—for now.Why have just a meeting when the engagement can be announced later tonight? “This engagement must not hold,” Dawson tells the prime minister, who shifts his gaze to me, then back to him.“Margo will be so disappointed. She is already making plans.” He replies as I remain silent.“He is not human, remember? He's four hundred years old, stuck in his thirty-five year-old body, but it does not erase his age factor. My daughter—your goddaughter—should not be getting married to a shapeshifter. A murderer—” He stops, the veins in his temple popping and his grip on his unneeded cane tightening.“The shapeshifter who is letting you and your agency live. The one who without; the prime minister wouldn't be in this position. Need I
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
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.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
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.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.“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.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
SADIE.I should have known he wouldn't keep such documents at home. What if the records aren’t even in a file? What if he has them backed up on a storage device or cloud?Striding out of his office, I unbutton my shirt. The dog barks repeatedly, hopping so I see him, and when I glance his way, he calms down.“Can you talk?” I ask, making a face at the dog, and it shakes its head.Okay, he understands. I know to be quiet around him now. I’m sure Emmett won’t have a useless pet.“Do you think he’s going to return home tonight?” I ask, and he barks.I don't know if that bark means yes or no.“Let’s do it like this: if you think he's coming back home tonight, hop to the left. If he won’t be returning home tonight, hop forward. Do you understand?” I ask, pressing my palms to my waist as I move closer to the door.It barks.Okay.“Hop left!” He does. “Now, right!” He does.Okay, cool!“Is he coming back home tonight?” I ask, and he makes a whistling sound before hopping to the left.Okie.“
EMMETT.“Hold on,” I say to Cullen, taking my phone off my ear as I open the door.I can almost swear that someone touched this handle. I am not wrong—Qet’s peach scent wafts through my senses. She’s here.The lights come on, and of course, she is nowhere in sight.“I will be with you all shortly. I forgot the flash drive,” I return the phone to my ear.“We are waiting. Liam has a lot of complaints to pass across. Whatever Jasmine did to have him as a puppy rather than the Gamma that he is...” Liam is forever hating on people in relationships.At this point, the pack needs to find him a wife.“I smell jealousy,” I remark, inching closer to my desk.She’s either beneath the desk or hiding behind the swivel chair.“I don’t care enough to be jealous. I am hanging up.” He ends the call as he has said.The drive is in the drawer. If I get to the drawer, I will blow up her little stunt. I want to tell her to breathe, but I can leave so she breathes. Walking out of the office, I saunter towa
SADIECullen leaves, not bothering to bid Emmett goodbye as I return to the living room, cradling her—my hand against my chest. But Emmett’s sharp eyes catch the crimson seeping through my finger before I can put my hand behind me.In an instant, he’s in front of me, his drink abandoned on the table, his hands reaching out for mine.“What happened?” His voice is low, but the unmistakable edge beneath reveals he has an idea of who might have hurt me.Cullen is a heartless fool. He feigned the oversight. He certainly saw my finger bleed, but he can’t acknowledge it. Maybe Emmett will kill him.“It’s not a big deal,” I respond, trying to pull away.“Don’t,” he murmurs, his grip firm yet gentle as he opens my hand. His jaw tightens at the sight. “Cullen?”It’s as deep as it hurts.My decided silence ticks a muscle in his perfect jaw, but he refrains from the anger, inhaling slowly, controlling it. Without another word, I allow him to lead me to the couch.He pulls me down beside him, his
SADIE.“Guess who finally walked in through the door properly this time,” Cullen remarks as I walk into Emmett’s living room with two trolley bags.“I believe that is not how you intend to be with your Alpha’s wife.” As the words roll off my tongue, Emmett chokes on the drink he was about to swallow, and Liam grins.“You gave us a scare. We looked for you all over. Emmett even called your father, who said he knew nothing about your whereabouts. We tried calling too—nothing. It’s good to see you. Congratulations on your engagement to Emmett,” Liam says, packing up his laptop and phone. “Now, I can head home to my wife,” he adds, standing up.“Thank you so much, Liam. I will see your wife tomorrow or the next. I appreciate her kind gesture,” I respond, walking towards Cullen, who stands too. “Can I see you for a moment, please, Cullen?”“Sure,” he responds, his eyes following me as I walk towards Emmett to cup his face.“Hi, soon-to-be husband. Just a few seconds, and we will have the r
SADIE.I glance at the mirror one more time, ensuring my eyes are not giving me away anymore, and draw in a deep breath. I stretch my fingers and nod repeatedly.“Fake it till you make it, Siyah. One thing you have always done is pick yourself up at all times. This is just a minor setback you can overcome!” I murmur and turn away.I am not running. If I run, I will call more attention to myself. Even if the world is coming to an end, and I necessarily have to end up with a man, it cannot be Matthew. I cannot spend the rest of my life with a man who isn’t as— how do I phrase my words? I cannot be with a man that is not Emmett.Emmett is the instigator of Esther’s death, so I am not marrying any man except him.I will break him slowly. Go through every and any extent to stay so close to him, and when the time is right, he will regret ever loving me.My father doesn’t want me at the agency anyway. I have also been on and off at the law firm. All I have left is my ten-year life warranty sa
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