Cecilia
His whore.
That’s what I am to Emeric, my mate and the father of my child.
A sharp pain stabs in the center of my chest, and suddenly it’s hard to breathe. It feels, quite literally, like a knife’s been plunged into my heart.
There’s nothing more to say. I run past Emeric and fly out the door.
I’ve got no plan right now. No clear thoughts in my head. Only shock and pain and a desperation to get as far away from that man as possible.
But I freeze when I get close to the lobby and hear a familiar voice.
Serena’s still here. And I definitely just heard her say my name.
I linger in the hallway, wondering if she’s already heard my footsteps. Either way, she goes on talking. Loudly—as usual. She’s gossiping about me in my own workplace and not even trying to be discreet.
I tiptoe back a few paces so I can hide around the corner.
“She’s a manipulative gold digger,” Serena says next. “She’s been obsessed with Emeric ever since the two of them met in college. They slept together once back then, you know. She never got over it, and I’m sure she uses that one stupid mistake of his as leverage.”
“Doesn’t surprise me,” comes a second voice. “The way she trails after him like a puppy dog… I knew she was spineless, and obsessed with him. I bet he regrets ever giving her an inch.”
This voice belongs to Anna, Emeric’s second assistant, who I’ve mentored since she was an intern. She and I have never exactly been friends, but I’m surprised to hear her badmouthing me with Serena.
“Oh, for sure. She used her body to get where she is now—with her hooks in Emeric’s life and his signature on her paycheck.”
“Disgusting,” Anna hisses. “I’m so glad you convinced your father to block her transfer.”
It takes a few seconds to make sense of what Anna’s just said. But as realization dawns, my adrenaline spikes, sending my heart and my mind racing.
“Right?” quips Serena. “Can you imagine—you apply to work on the legal team, and your best qualification is having seduced your boss?! Talk about a PR nightmare waiting to happen.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
Earlier this year, I applied for my dream job on the legal team. Emeric wasn’t happy when I asked for his approval to transfer to a new position. Grimacing, he swore he’d give me a good recommendation—“as long as you can actually pass the entrance exam.”
I busted my ass studying for that exam. But Emeric broke the news to me that the job went to another applicant.
He had to know about Serena, about the real reason I was being rejected. But he let me think I failed—just like he’d predicted I would. And I just believed him.
“Anna, I’m glad you let me know in time to stop her application. You did the right thing. Can you believe they almost gave her the job?”
My jaw drops to the floor.
It wasn’t just Serena conspiring against me. Anna initiated the whole thing. And Emeric helped them cover it up.
And I passed the test. I almost got the job.
I can’t hold back the tears any longer.
Emeric calling me a whore was bad enough. But hearing his sister echo that same hateful judgment of me, and learning about Anna’s betrayal – it’s all too much. I’m sad, indignant and ashamed all at once. And shaking with anger.
And then my stomach starts to ache, startling me with sudden, stabbing pains.
I slip out of the office’s back exit and stagger to my car.
The pain is getting worse.
I slump down into the driver’s seat and pause, clutching my stomach.
I laugh aloud—a bitter, cheerless laugh—when I realize that I absolutely need to go to the hospital to check on the baby, and that I might just run into Victoria there.
The doctor doesn’t believe me when I tell her that I was working at my desk when this horrible cramping started.
I don’t blame her. I’m a bad liar.
She pushes her red-framed glasses up her nose. “You didn’t suddenly exert yourself? Or perhaps something happened that… upset you?”
I swallow heavily and turn my eyes down to the shiny laminate floor. “Something did upset me, yes.”
“For the health of both you and your child, it’s important you avoid stressful situations while you are pregnant. Any emotional distress is hard on the baby. You need to maintain a stable mood. Otherwise, you risk miscarriage.”
I’m on my way out of the hospital when I see her.
Victoria. With a white bandage wrapped around her hand, and a matching one on her wrist.
A quiet, involuntary scoff escapes my lips. I can’t believe she actually went to the Emergency Room for a little splash of coffee. It was hardly a burn at all.
But the mildly amused smile on my mouth vanishes when I see a man approaching Victoria. It takes me a second too long to register that it’s Emeric.
I slip behind a potted fig tree near the entrance, hiding myself poorly but unable to tear my eyes away from the sight before me. I watch in awe as Victoria moves in close to Emeric’s body, pressing the palm of her unbandaged hand to the center of his chest. He doesn’t pull away from her. He lets her slip her fingers around his charcoal and silver pinstripe tie and toy with it gently.
I don’t know if it’s heartbreaking jealousy, crippling sadness, or pure rage; something horrible grips my throat and threatens to take me over. Hot, silent tears start streaming down my face again. My chest heaves, my breath turns shallow and my abdomen starts cramping, making me double over and clutch the plant I’m hiding behind for balance.
A voice in my mind reminds me how bad this is for the child I’ve just started growing inside me.
It’s the doctor’s voice, telling me to get a handle on my emotions.
I need to pull myself together. If not for myself, then for the baby.
I need to take control of this situation, somehow.
I reread the words on the screen at least a dozen times before I finally just force myself to hit send.
Emeric, I’m pregnant. We need to talk.
He doesn’t reply right away, which is unlike him.
And he keeps me waiting.
I sent him the number of an empty room I found near the ER lobby, where I’m waiting for him seated on a hard, uncomfortable sofa. A big clock on the wall ticks the seconds away. I check our text thread several times as the minutes stretch on, wondering if he even got the messages, even though my iPhone says they were delivered.
I try to focus on my breath, on keeping myself as calm as possible. But I can’t help imagining what Emeric must be thinking right now. What his face is going to look like when he walks through that door. What he’s going to say.
I’m shaking with anticipation when the doorknob finally turns. I watch, feeling like the ticking clock and time itself have slowed, as the door swings open.
But it’s not Emeric who’s standing there with one hand on the doorknob.
It’s Victoria.
Cecilia“This ends today,” Victoria says.She crosses the room and sits on the sofa, much closer to me than I’m comfortable with, and reaches out to grab hold of my hand.I pull away from her cold, unwelcome touch immediately. “What do you want, Victoria? I’m waiting for Emeric—”“He’s not coming,” she interrupts. “Cecilia, he’s not happy about this…” She bites her lip and glances around the room. “It’s better I speak to you myself about all this.”“All what?”“The pregnancy, Cecilia. We’re going to take care of it. Today.”“We?” My head’s spinning.“Listen, I know you don’t want to hear this, but Emeric and I are getting married soon. We’ll be mated for life. He and I must start making decisions together from now on. There are no secrets between us.”I scoff, jumping up from the sofa. I feel like I’m in a dream—and it’s my actual worst nightmare.“Your little tryst with Emeric is over,” Victoria continues, shaking her head. “Our families are already planning our wedding. It will be
Cecilia“You can’t keep doing this, Cecilia.”My best friend looks down at me with deep sadness in her big brown eyes. She pats at my forehead with a fresh towel and pushes a lock of hair behind my ear.I have never felt so near to death in my life. I’m on my side in bed, with the covers tucked tightly around me. My entire body feels heavy as lead. “You can’t keep letting Emeric hurt you like this,” Grace continues. “It’s killing you. Tell me that you see that, honey.”I let my heavy eyelids fall closed and exhale a shaky breath.Of course she’s right. But my attachment to Emeric has never been about what’s logically right.He’s my mate. It feels physically necessary to keep myself as close to him as I can, whether or not he’ll ever claim me as his. Whether or not he treats me well.The only reply I can manage is to nod my head. I can’t deny it. Living like this is destroying me.I just haven’t been able to figure out how to live any other way. But I think it’s time I finally put an
CeciliaI settle into a new routine, distracting myself from thoughts of Emeric with a laser-focused job search. But as the week stretches on, the rejections quickly pile up, and I can’t help but wonder why I’m being declined immediately for every position to which I apply.Dread rises inside me as I move from dejection to suspicion. Objectively, I know my qualifications are competitive. It has to be something else that’s wrong.Maybe it’s my background. What Serena Garvalle calls my “half-breed status.”I always knew that hybrids like me were different.Pureblood werewolves like Emeric are the real genius, whether from their family background and upbringing or personal ability, he is excellent to impeccable, everything makes him wherever he is a man of the moment, eye-catching.He is also a very good brother. We didn't have a serious relationship, but we slept together once a week at Emeric's luxury apartment downtown, and I was always smart enough to leave and never stay the night,
Cecilia“Let go of me! ” I shake my head as much as I can with his grip on my hair. He uses his knees to push my legs apart and position himself between them. With a few fluid motions, he reaches down to unclasp his belt and then rips it off, sending it flying across the room with a clatter.Our bodies slip into a familiar fit as Emeric grabs hold of my wrists and pins them over my head. My traitorous legs drift up and circle his waist, giving him a chance to grind his hips down into my pelvis, and for a hot second I want nothing more than to give myself over to this moment completely. I’m too addicted to Emeric’s touch and too starved for him. I choke out a shuddering exhale, overwhelmed with a mix of immense pleasure and terrible self-loathing. How can I be so aroused by the touch of someone who’s been so horrible to me? How can I still want him, after everything he’s done? “Get off of me,” I say with conviction. I struggle against Emeric, but he’s so much stronger than me it’s r
CeciliaThe man I’ve loved for ten years is telling me he’s moving in with someone else, after trying to have sex with me less than an hour ago. “It’d be best if you didn’t come around my place while she’s there,” Emeric adds. I let my gaze drift out the window, beyond which an expanse of city lights glow against the evening’s indigo sky. The view from up here really is exquisite. But I can’t enjoy it right now. Emeric clears his throat, asking for my attention. I drag my eyes back to meet his. “Good for you,” I say, my voice flat and emotionless.His expression changes in a small but distinct way; I watch as he starts getting irritated, his eyes darkening and narrowing.How did he expect me to respond? What am I supposed to say after he tries to fuck me and then announces he’s moving in with his new mate?A server comes by and addresses “Mr. Garvalle” directly. I’m completely ignored as Emeric orders for the both of us. “Are you sure we can’t take your jacket, sir?” “No,” Emeri
CeciliaOld habits die hard. It’s been a good, Emeric-free week. I’ve been taking better care of myself, using my mornings to sleep in or exercise instead of hurrying out to make breakfast for a demanding boss. My new job is off to a good start, and I’ve spent my evenings cooking for myself and sprucing up my apartment.But when I’m heading home from work on Friday, I guess I drift into a kind of autopilot. Next thing I know, I’m on Emeric’s block, looking up the street at his high-rise apartment building.I only live a few blocks west, so it’s not like I drove very far out of my way. But it’s strange how my unconscious mind brought me here, without me even noticing I’d made several wrong turns.I study the groceries in my shopping cart and frown. It’s all Emeric’s favorite foods that I’ve collected. Another old habit. I’m sure with time, I’ll start remembering my own favorite things. It’s just been so long since I shopped, or did anything, for myself without thinking of his needs fi
CeciliaCould the city’s most eligible bachelor Emeric Garvalle’s true mate be Victoria?It’s become rampant tabloid fodder. It’s everywhere, the news of them being spotted together at events, and the rumors that their packs might soon be uniting.Now, it’s only a matter of time before everyone I know hears about all of it, and knows my life’s been changed forever. Before everyone knows Emeric and I are finally over, because he’s found someone better for him than me.Some are just better informed.My first big meeting for Roy’s firm is a lunch meeting with social media celebrity Caroline Collins—who just so happens to be pals with none other than Victoria Cambridge.I knew she wouldn’t make it easy for me.“So what was your problem with Emeric?” Miss Collins squints at me, sneering. “I have no problem with Mr. Garvalle,” I answer politely. Like a lawyer. “He was an excellent employer, but it was time for me to move on.”“Hmm. And why’d you quit, exactly? With no notice, if what I’ve
Cecilia Speak of the devil.Flushed with embarrassment, I’m overwhelmed with a sudden desire to disappear off the face of the earth. I can only hope Emeric didn’t overhear anything I was saying to Tony. Hopefully he only just walked up behind me.I turn to face my former boss and gulp.My mate’s scent strikes my senses right away, awakening an ache inside me. A craving for his touch. And he looks so goddamn handsome, it should be a crime. He’s wearing an expensive, dark green dress shirt under a jacket without a tie. The top two shirt buttons are unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his strong chest. And his thick, jet black hair is longish and a bit unkempt, like he’s overdue for a haircut. I hate how much I want to run my fingers through that soft, fluffy mess… Emeric steps close and takes my shopping bag right out of my hand. He looks down into my eyes, catching me into an intense eye contact that makes me feel like the world around us has melted away. “Let’s have dinner,” he sa