Emerald's POV"Can you... excuse me for a minute?" I say softly after Adam released my hand. It was clear he didn't feel anything that I had, that he was unaware of what had just currently happened. "You alright?" Darrel asked, having sensed my offputting feeling. "Yeah," I responded, maybe a little too quickly. "You guys catch up, I'll be back."I could sense that Garret knew something was wrong with me but I didn't look at him. I didn't want him to follow me. I wanted him to be able to catch up with his brother. Absently walking out of the living room, I roamed anywhere from there. I wasn't sure where I was going or my heeled feet were taking me, but anywhere to make sense of what I had just seen was far better than trying to make sense of it while in company with him. I knew he had nothing to do with the bondage and abuse I had faced for nine years. I doubt he even knew of my existence like the rest of my pack seemed to be oblivious of. But for him to be their friend as it seeme
Emerald's POV"What smells so damn good?"I chuckle to myself hearing this from the living room. I knew it was Garret and I just shook my head at his random outburst. As soon as the question was posed, I heard three pairs of footsteps making their way into the kitchen. Having looked up for the first time since I began cooking, I realized that Madam Pat was sitting on an island chair, watching me the whole time. Her face read of amazement and joy. Not knowing what to say at this realization, I just smile. I was then met by my mate's scent and instantly looked over at him as he came into the kitchen. He easily makes his way over to me while his dad and brother join Madam Pat at the island. Wrapping his arms around my waist while resting his chin on my shoulder, I suddenly felt completely at ease. "Not that I mind you cooking," he begins, "But what made you want to cook?"I shrug my shoulders softly to mind his chin. "I wanted you guys to be able to catch up and, I don't know, I felt
Emerald's POVAfter talking to one another for what felt like hours and finishing our ice creams, I had Adam show me the way to Garret's office. I had yet to be in the room, never remembering where it was and just out of some fear of getting lost. Bidding me goodnight after he took me to the door, he went to, what I assumed, was his room down the hall. Raising my fist to knock on the door, Garret beats me to the punch-"Don't you dare knock," he says instantly. Opening the door, I pop my head in to see him at his desk, facing me. He was writing down something and didn't have his sole focus on me but I knew he heard me enter. "How'd you know?" I questioned playfully. "I heard you walk up with Adam," he explained. "You don't ever need to knock, this home is yours just as it is mine."Walking further inside, closing the door behind me, I made my way to the seat in front of his desk. "I didn't want to invade your privacy, figured you were doing something important.""You could never i
EmeraldIt was an everyday experience when I woke up to Debra tending to me. I'd be unconscious for hours, unaware of my surroundings, feeling like I was in a sunken place where darkness was my only friend, to come back to bitter reality. When she'd notice me waking, she just smiled sadly at me and didn't speak a word. I could tell by her heartbeat and the aura that she was struggling to contain her emotions. I saw a clouded red along with blue, symbolizing that she was angry and upset mixed into one. I didn't blame her. I was the same way. Because life for me wasn't always like this. Sure it wasn't like the usual childhood where your parents took you to amusement parks and treated you like you were their whole world. Considering the factors of my life, I was grateful for what I did have. Because a breed like mine, some wouldn't even be alive at nineteen. But considering my circumstances on how I remained alive, I wish I had died. I won't go into the gruesome details, I'll decide
EmeraldI can never bring myself to fully remember what happened after the stranger found my brothers and I. All I know is that we made it out alive. And from that day, they hated me ever since. I was locked in this room, away from the pack, away from civilization for nine years. And nearly every day, every other day if I was lucky, one of my brothers would come and say how much of a disgrace I was. I never truly knew who it was that came, I was too much in my own sorrows to know for certain. All I know is that I never once got to leave this room. And my only communication was Debra, the only person who actually felt sorry for me. Who didn't think my parents death was my fault, even though she was possibly the only person who thought that. After their death, amongst the pack, my brothers had told them that I was kidnapped and never to be seen again. Reasons for why no one ever really came looking for me. And surroundings packs didn't know why my parents actually died, just to protec
EmeraldAfter Debra left from tending my wounds and feeding me to gain strength, she soon left to continue her duties in the house. I was in the house my parents were given when my dad became Alpha and my mom Luna. It was passed down from his father and the one before him and so on and so forth. Generations of our family had lived in this house and here I was, up in the attic, only experiencing one portion of it.I was left to my thoughts for the rest of the day, until the evening when one of my brothers would come up. It was the same every night, or- if lucky- every other night. They'd usually skip two days out of the week I suppose to yell at me and then turn into an eventual beating. I never truly listened anymore because it was all the same. I just wish it could be that way when it came to the abuse. Though I experienced the same pain everyday, my body had yet to grow accustomed to it. But I handled it like I didn't feel anything. Because if I cried it would only get worse. But
AnonymousOnce Trent left the room, locking all four locks, he was soon heading downstairs quickly to clean up his bloody hands and shoes. He was fuming, livid. Him always being the one to lose his temper quickly amongst his two brothers. Once he was out of sight, he made his way to the door, unlocking it with a bobby pin. It was hard no doubt, but it needed to be done before anyone found out. He had seen them come in and out of this room for years, no one being the wiser that Emerald was being held in there. Everyone thought she was dead. When he got the forth lock unlocked, he pushed open the door. But something was different this time. He expected to hear her slow heartbeat, as he had previous times before. But he didn't hear anything. That quickened his motions and went further inside to find her on the floor, looking lifeless. It wasn't for the lack of audibleness from her heart, he wouldn't be so nervous. He knelt down in front of her and began to shake her lifeless body.
AnonymousAn hour and a half.That's how long it took before he began to see anything that could potentially be Malena's home. For the past hour and a half all he saw was trees and darkness. But as he was nearing the border, he soon found a small cabin. If it weren't for the smoke coming out of the brick chimney, he would've overlooked it. Not smelling a definite scent, he made his way to the cabin. Balancing Emerald in one arm, he knocked repeatedly on the door for someone to answer. His heart was pounding, hoping he found who it was he was looking for. He heard movement coming from inside and eventually the door opened. A woman who looked to be in her late thirties opened the door. She was stunning. Couldn't be any taller than 5'4'' but with her petite stature, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her cheekbones were highly accentuated, her luxurious black hair tumbling down her waist, her lips plump. She was petite in her stature but no doubt men and women could feel intimidated by her.
Emerald's POVAfter talking to one another for what felt like hours and finishing our ice creams, I had Adam show me the way to Garret's office. I had yet to be in the room, never remembering where it was and just out of some fear of getting lost. Bidding me goodnight after he took me to the door, he went to, what I assumed, was his room down the hall. Raising my fist to knock on the door, Garret beats me to the punch-"Don't you dare knock," he says instantly. Opening the door, I pop my head in to see him at his desk, facing me. He was writing down something and didn't have his sole focus on me but I knew he heard me enter. "How'd you know?" I questioned playfully. "I heard you walk up with Adam," he explained. "You don't ever need to knock, this home is yours just as it is mine."Walking further inside, closing the door behind me, I made my way to the seat in front of his desk. "I didn't want to invade your privacy, figured you were doing something important.""You could never i
Emerald's POV"What smells so damn good?"I chuckle to myself hearing this from the living room. I knew it was Garret and I just shook my head at his random outburst. As soon as the question was posed, I heard three pairs of footsteps making their way into the kitchen. Having looked up for the first time since I began cooking, I realized that Madam Pat was sitting on an island chair, watching me the whole time. Her face read of amazement and joy. Not knowing what to say at this realization, I just smile. I was then met by my mate's scent and instantly looked over at him as he came into the kitchen. He easily makes his way over to me while his dad and brother join Madam Pat at the island. Wrapping his arms around my waist while resting his chin on my shoulder, I suddenly felt completely at ease. "Not that I mind you cooking," he begins, "But what made you want to cook?"I shrug my shoulders softly to mind his chin. "I wanted you guys to be able to catch up and, I don't know, I felt
Emerald's POV"Can you... excuse me for a minute?" I say softly after Adam released my hand. It was clear he didn't feel anything that I had, that he was unaware of what had just currently happened. "You alright?" Darrel asked, having sensed my offputting feeling. "Yeah," I responded, maybe a little too quickly. "You guys catch up, I'll be back."I could sense that Garret knew something was wrong with me but I didn't look at him. I didn't want him to follow me. I wanted him to be able to catch up with his brother. Absently walking out of the living room, I roamed anywhere from there. I wasn't sure where I was going or my heeled feet were taking me, but anywhere to make sense of what I had just seen was far better than trying to make sense of it while in company with him. I knew he had nothing to do with the bondage and abuse I had faced for nine years. I doubt he even knew of my existence like the rest of my pack seemed to be oblivious of. But for him to be their friend as it seeme
Emerald's POV"How could you-""I didn't use any witchcraft," I interrupt. "It was just common knowledge by how you talked about her."He sighed, closing his eyes. "So I basically was a puppet for you.""I didn't bring her up, you did. And for good reason, I'm guessing. Why would you tell me?""You remind me a lot of her," he says, his eyes opening and showing golden brown, much unlike deep brown ones. "Not just because of the fact that you two are the only ones of your kind but you look a lot like her.""But I'm not her," I say slowly. He nodded his head slowly, coming to reality as his eyes went back to normal. "How'd she die?" He sighs again, the look of anger and loss crossing his face. "You don't have to tell me," I say quickly. "It's none of my business."I could see the look of relief cross his face. "Thank you," he said softly. Nodding my head, a sudden feeling came over me. "Oh shit," I say mostly to myself. "What is it?" he says confused. "Garret's brother is here."
Emerald's POVIt was just a few hours before Garret's brother arrived and I was in the library. Garret and his father were busy with pack business, in other words, trying to figure out what had happened with me the previous night. I knew they were searching for answers and I was grateful for it, but I knew that they wouldn't find anything. It was beyond their reach. It was something I would have to find. Where to begin though?I wasn't sure. Not in the slightest. I tried to not let it affect my mood and make me even more confused than I already was, but I could already feel the tension rising. I sighed in slight frustration and continued to look at the plethora of spines on the shelves. I could tell these books dated back from the beginning of the pack's lineage. Feeling their aura coming off of the books themselves, I knew, with one touch, that I could see the history play throughout my brain. As I continued to roam the aisles, I suddenly felt an attraction to something. It was a
Emerald's POV."How many days has it been?" I questioned as I stood in underwear and a bra in our closet. We were both in our own sections of the closet, getting dressed after our shower."Just one," he responds easily. "Did your brother come?" I remembered him mentioning to me that his brother would be here sooner or later. I didn't want his arrival to have happened while I was unconscious."He arrives this afternoon." It was currently one in the afternoon, so that gave me about two to three hours to prepare myself for meeting yet another one of his family members. "So... tell me about Berny," I say. He didn't respond right away and I figured it was his way of preparing to tell me the life that I had yet to learn about him. I felt somewhat guilty at the fact that we had gone on for so long without me knowing anything about him. Feeling him behind me as I searched for casual loungewear, I waited patiently. "I took the Alpha position when I turned eighteen, much like ever Alpha be
Anonymous POV.Garret heard something fall to the floor, and the moment he heard it, he was out of bed. Instantly opening the door, without knocking, he sees Emerald's body on the floor. If it had not been for hearing her heartbeat, he would've assumed she was dead by how pale she looked. He instantly got on his knees, screaming her name. Regardless of how many times and how loud he screamed, she didn't wake up. Cradling her body in his arms, he brings his hand to the back of her head, becoming confused as to why it was wet. Had she hit her head when she fell?Moving her hair from her neck, he sees four holes, aligned in a straight row, on the back of her neck. Growing confused as to how she got it, it being fresh, he instantly mind linked his father and the pack doctor to come to his room. He knew that they heard him through their sleep and he began to carry Emerald to the couch that sat in front of their bed. Gently placing her down, he began to run his hand through her hair. HIs
Emerald's POV.It was past one in the morning as I was in the closet putting away my clothes and accessories. Garret said that the maids could do it but I didn't want to be a burden, plus I wanted to get a feel of the closet for myself. There was already so much here already that it almost felt unnecessary to add mine to it. Especially since he made it a point to get everything in my size. Everything that was already here was clothes that I would wear, possibly with a more hefty price tag than I'd prefer, but I could see myself in every garment. It annoyed me how well whoever bought all this stuff knew me. I was rearranging the closet to fit the clothes that I already had and it was taking up a bit of my time but I didn't mind it so much. I knew Garret was still up doing pack business in his office, a place I had yet to find and didn't attempt to either. It was a hassle just to make it back to my room after dinner which was, thankfully, without his brother. He postponed his arrival
Emerald's POV.With the news of his brother still weighing heavily on my mind, Garret soon took my hand and led me inside his home. The inside was just as breathtaking as the outside. It was warm and cozy and inviting and let's not forget, immensely huge. He led me past plenty of sitting areas into a cozy family room that was more tucked into the house. Having already passed a grand staircase when entering the house, I was confused about the staircase in the family room. "Where do the staircases lead to?" I question while looking around the room like I was in a museum. "The one near the front door is to the bedrooms," he responds. "This one is for the study, game room, the indoor pool, and library."I shouldn't be surprised by the rooms he listed. In a house like these, you could afford to have all those things. But goodness, even an indoor pool? He pulled me off to the right where we walked down a well-lit hallway and passed by the dining room. "This is the family dining room,"