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 a grand, public ceremony, as it marks the bonding of two noble and powerful packs. The Garvalle family will not tolerate a bastard child tarnishing their reputation at such a critical time. Emeric wants you to take care of this little problem today.”
“What the fuck are you saying to me right now?” My voice comes out low and angry. My heart’s pounding so hard, I can hear my own heartbeat.
“I’ll go with you to the surgery, if you’d like.”
“Are you out of your mind, Victoria? What—”
Victoria stops me. “Emeric wants you to have an abortion.”
I don’t want to believe her, but my body reacts like it does. I feel like I’m falling right down through the floor. Like the ground beneath me is crumbling.
My mate wants to kill our baby. That’s what I’m being told.
“Why wouldn’t he come here and tell me so himself, if that’s true?”
“You know how private Emeric is. Why do you think he even let me read his texts? It’s because he trusts me, Cecilia. I am his one true mate—he sees me as an extension of his very self.” She smiles, showing off a mouthful of white, sharp-looking teeth.
I feel tears welling in my eyes, and clamp them closed. “Get out.”
“Cecilia, please let me help you with this…”
“Get OUT!” I scream, pointing to the door. “Leave me the fuck alone!”
Victoria stands up calmly. “Alright,” she says in a hushed tone. Making a show of maintaining a calm demeanor, as if to prove she’s the more sane person in the room. “I’ll leave you to handle it on your own, then.”
The second she steps out into the hall, I slam the door closed.
When at last I can stop crying, I wipe the smudged mascara from below my eyes, take a couple deep breaths, and finally head out.
My heart stops when I enter the lobby, because the very first thing I see is Emeric.
He’s standing right beside the exit, looking out through the glass doors and holding his phone to his ear.
I beeline in his direction, shaky but determined. I don’t even know what to say to him, but I’m desperate to make him hear me out. To confront him with this horrible thing Victoria’s pushing on me, to make him admit his cruelty in his own voice.
“Cecilia!”
I wheel around and see Victoria emerging from the hall behind me.
“What a coincidence you’re here,” she continues, her voice light with an air of fake nonchalance. “We were just on our way out. I got that burn all cleaned and treated, so you don’t need to worry about it anymore. We’re off now to an important dinner with the Garvalles.”
I turn again and see Emeric sliding his phone into his pocket. He arches a questioning eyebrow at me.
“Emeric, we need to talk.”
Victoria’s right on my heels. “Oh, I’m sure it can wait till tomorrow, Cecilia. We really must be going.”
“Emeric—this is important,” I half-shout. In my periphery I notice some heads turning. People in the waiting area and workers behind the desk are quieting down and turning to look at us.
Emeric’s eyes flicker around the big, open room. When they land on me again, there’s fresh irritation behind them. “Cecilia, please get a hold of yourself,” he says in a low, stern voice.
“Emeric, can we please get going?” Victoria puts one pale hand on Emeric’s arm and gives it a light squeeze. “I’m very tired after all this, and would love to get home to rest just a little before dinner.”
“Of course,” he says, turning his attention to her and softening his voice. “I’ve already called my driver. He’ll be pulling up any second.”
“Emeric,” I plead one last time.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at work, Cecilia,” Emeric retorts sternly. He gives me one last brief, cold glance. And then he strides out the big sliding door, with Victoria on his arm.
I drive home in a daze.
All I can see is Emeric turning his back and walking away, with Victoria’s arm threaded through his elbow. I feel hollow, desperate and hopeless as the vision plays itself out over and over again in my mind.
The next thing I know, I’m parking in my spot under the balcony of my second-story apartment. And my stomach is aching again.
Going back to the hospital doesn’t even cross my mind. I just want to get upstairs, change into a big t-shirt, crawl into bed and close my eyes. I’m so fucking tired.
One foot in front of the other—that’s my sole focus as I pad up the stairs. One foot in front of the other, and soon I’ll be in bed. Soon I can put this nightmare of a day to an early end.
My hands are shaking as I turn the key in the door. I feel weak as hell, like I’ve spent every bit of physical, mental and emotional energy I once had in my body and soul. And when I step inside and turn to close the door behind me, I see something that chills me to the bone.
It’s a trail of blood on the path I’ve just walked.
I follow it with my eyes until I’m looking straight down at my feet, and watch as a fresh drop of arterial red falls from my ankle down onto the welcome mat I’m standing on.
It’s sheer terror coursing through my veins as I peel my pants down my legs. Everything’s red and wet, drenched with blood that’s still pouring out of my center and running down my thighs.
I sink down into the bathtub, unable to think past my next move. Unable to think at all.
The blood keeps coming. My stomach keeps cramping. I’m groaning in pain, weak and cold and shivering, and then suddenly my vision gets foggy and blackens around the edges.
“No, no, no…” I hear someone muttering. “No, please…”
It takes a minute to realize that it’s me. Pleading senselessly with no one. Pleading for help that isn’t coming.
My eyelids are heavy. Too heavy to keep fighting open.
“Please…” I hear myself saying as my body weight sags against the cold porcelain. “Please…”
I didn’t think the pain in my stomach could get worse. But then it does.
With every ounce of air in my lungs, I scream in agony.
For a split second, I am sure I’m dying. I’m sure I’m going to close my eyes and never open them again.
A surge of blood rushes out of my body. I feel it running down my legs. And I feel something solid passing with it… a blood clot, maybe, or…
And then I hear a sound I’ll never, ever forget.
A soft, whimpering cry.
The cry of a wolf.
The sound of my unborn cub… dying…
For what feels like the millionth time today, a deluge of tears takes me over, and I wrench my throat in a wailing sob.
I lost my baby.
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
CeciliaOf course I put on my big girl pants and bailed him.What is unrequited love? A great sacrifice of yourself. You would be happy and ecstatic for days with just a look or a waving finger from him. You know very well that no matter what you do, he will never love you and he doesn't owe you anything. I willingly gave him the power to hurt me. I had it coming.So I didn’t go meet him at the hotel for whatever he planned.I go home instead, where I pour myself a large glass of wine and put my phone on Do Not Disturb mode so I can’t be tempted to pick up if he calls again. Then I open up the pictures on my phone and navigate to an album where I’ve collected a few photos of Emeric.There aren’t many. I don’t actually have a single picture of the two of us together. The other photos in the album I’ve taken in secret over the years. I go through and delete them all, one at a time. I’m left feeling lonely when they’re gone. My love failed, as my mother told me, "Finding someone you l