SADIE.I do not need to open my eyes or wiggle my numb hands to know what this is. It is cold, way too cold probable around a degree Celsius or even less. I would wear a warm jacket and even a hat and gloves, take that I also feel the wind brushing past my goosebump-ed skin.I can tell where I am, I have tortured people in basements before and aunt Kitra trained me in my father’s basement. If this place does not give a basement even though I am yet to confirm, the crack sounds made from a burning wood to keep this place warm enough to some extent is enough to out what the place is.I will not give him what he expects. Not a whimper, not even a struggle with the zip ties chaffing raw into my wrist as I breathe in and out. What I know is until I avenge Esther, I cannot die. His death has been paid for and I will end up killing him. Moreso now, that he has marked me weak even in my own eyes by being able to have me strapped against a metal ch
EMMETT.Her waist length hair and her eyes as she zeros them on mine without a single fear that I know what she did before. Her confidence turns me on in many different ways. Her jade cocktail dress and the movement of her throat as she gulps down the rest of the wine in her glass, twitches something in my heart. I would not be surprised if she has managed to poison the drinks or strapped a holster to her thigh right where I want my hand as she straddles me.“You love the music, right? I saw the way you shut your eyes while sipping the wine.” I overhear one of the guests say as his hand forces itself to remain on his body and not on her.I saw her shut eyes too. It only increased my need to see her shut her eyes despite warning her to keep them open. She is one livid one and I very much would love to tame her. To flip her cold eyes into something that stares at me with want and love.“You should see right ahead.” Her response causes my lip to move up slightly in a smirk as I raise the
SADIEI know better than to expect my father to release his secret search party to find me. I have disappeared after missions before so maybe he thinks I have disappeared again. Hoffman’s threatening letters would let him know I failed the mission again.I failed the mission, AGAIN!Shit. My head hurts. My body aches me so bad and my eyes are not responding to my will to open them. My lips are also not parting for me to speak and my fingers are unable to wiggle even for a sign of consciousness. I am fucked.They fell to the ground without me touching them. I fell unconscious too—I will blame it on the hit across my face. That hit was painful, I will admit just to you.I am in so much pain but I know better than to seek relief. I have inflicted pains on families in less than six months. I know better than to pray to anything or anyone. Sinners get forgiven. I am way past a sinner and I do not seek repentance. I want to p
SADIE.I just hope I am not slowly slipping into a coma. I can wiggle my fingers now, but not fully. In fact, I have only been able to wiggle the fingers once after he asked me to marry him. The pain that moves from my head to the back of my neck as his words begin to make more impact as it reiterates in my ears, is one enough to paralyze me further.Revenge? Yes.Marriage for revenge? No.I hate love so much. I have read books. I have seen movies even though I barely get the time to see any or read any recently, but it still does not clear what is already known. When two people of contrasting genders begin to share a space, they become obsessed with each other. They begin to lie to themselves as an individual. One would say, it is only normal to care about the person living on the same roof. They will both not know when they begin to feel jealousy when another person who may likely be a love interest approaches the other person. How else does someone get so attached to someone? Eati
SADIE. I do not know where to start from. For the first time in a while, I am actually confused. I know for a certain that there is an eighty percent chance that every single word, the Alpha—I mean Emmett. Everything he said will be right if they are not right already. I am not someone to be swayed easily or tossed around. Before I jump into this conclusion, I will most definitely give it my all to hear my father and aunt Kitra spill nothing but the truth to me. I sincerely hope they will not tell even a lie. I trust them so much and I do not trust myself on how I will take it if they betray my trust. They are the only people I have ever trusted after Esther. For now, I feel nothing but immerse pain in every part of my body. Every single part, not excluding the one you might be thinking about. My fingers are shaking involuntarily and my toes are curling. My normally pale skin looks paler and if I were to judge if it were not I in this position, I will most definitely say I look dead
SADIE.Dumping the duffel bag on the concreted floor of the basement, I pull the scrunchy out of my hair such and shake my head as I use my fingers to comb through my strands slightly so they cover my face. I pull off my jacket too and dump it in the fire place as well as my gloves. Emmett let me go with everything I came with including the same pistol that was positioned and fired at him.In nothing but a black tank top and ripped black jean, I walk out barefooted. The basement door maybe so silent but my father has a device that alerts him so I expected him here. These approaching footsteps? I also figured Aunt Kitra would want to be present.Holding my breath, I brace myself mentally for the impact of his coming hit and he does not disappoint. As soon as he appears in front me, I find myself staggering backwards as his boot connects with my right shin and his hand hit me across the face.The men get beaten up so bad whenever they mess up. I volunteered for this so I am not complain
THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW.(The Nightfall Society Biggest Board Meeting)Alpha Emmett Adler is not called the Alpha for the title. His ever good and well composed leadership is what makes him the best Alpha any pack could ever have. In accordance to his laid down rules even though he is entitled to make big decisions without carrying the pack members along, he always carries them along.The news of a Luna for them should not be hidden from them in anyway. What he does not see coming is the fact that the members of the Nightfall Society love their Alpha so much they would rather not have a Luna than have someone who has—oh wait…“In the last few days, the Alpha has been attacked twice by not just any human but the daughter of the man who killed many of us upon our entrance into the city. A crime syndicate that runs freely because of the connection of the boss of all bosses.” Liam announces to the entire audience, completely ignoring Emmett’s secret order to keep the fact that she is
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.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