Emma's POVTwo months passed just like that and I did not hear a thing from Draven. Right after the funeral finished, he flew out to Italy with his sister with no news of returning. In his absence, Robin and my father were the one taking care of the pack disputes.During the initial days, the whole pack was awaiting his return and every now and then, we would hear rumours that the Alpha was back in the pack but as I mentioned, those were just mere rumours.I used to call Robin and ask him where Draven was and when he would return. The Beta used to answer my call just to tell me he had no idea what the Alpha was upto and slowly, he too stopped responding to my calls.I tried every mean possible to contact Draven all of which ended in failure. Even Alex and Natasha tried to use their influence to use me but all of them dmended in vain too.The kids too stopped asking me about their father after they noticed how much it was affecting me. Even the case was closed after being dismissed as
Emma's POVThe excitement and the smile which was plastered all over my face froze abruptly. Even the hand which I held up to wave at him were left hanging midway.“Stella? Why is she with him?” Natasha asked and I shook my head, indicating that I had no idea what was going on.Stella smiled at him and right in front of my eyes, interlocked her arms with him and leaned on him intimately. She smiled wide and waved at everyone before doing something I never expected to see in a million years.She flaunted her engagement ring to us.I heard my heart shatter into a million piece when I saw this scene unfold in front of my eyes. I was not a fool who could not connect the dots. No wonder Draven did not even bother to talk to me once on the apst two months. He got re-engaged go Stella.“What the fuck is happening? Did you know about this?” I was fighting back my tears at this point and could not say a word. I shook my head negatively as my eyes were locked at the happy couple who were flaun
Emma's POVThis was a stupid idea!I was no longer a teenager to go clubbing whenever I was sad, I was almost 30 but the two were so excited that I could not refuse. Within the next ten minutes, I found myself looking through my clothes to find a dress fitting for the club while Natasha judged me. As for Alex, he was on the phone with the babysitter.No matter what I wore, it failed to impress Natasha. She said, “Emma, you are going to a club. Not to a book club. Putnon something sexy.”“I don't have anything sexy!” I stood in front of the wardrobe, almost at the verge of tears as I wasn't able to find anything good.“Move aside, let me check.” Natasha took over and looked through the clothes. She was unimpressed by most of them when suddenly, her face lit up. She picked out the cloth and tossed it towards me, “Here, wear this.”The dress that she chose was a little wine red satin dress. As soon as I saw it, I shook my head, “No. No way I am wearing that.”“Why? What is wrong with it?
Emma's POV“You were right. This is indeed fun.” I giggled at my friends who were equally tipsy as me.Natasha said, “I told you, right. A little party fixes everything.”I said, “This is actually fun! I regret not coming here sooner and missing out all the fun.”“Yeah. You have missed out on a lot of things, Emma. I wish you understood this sooner.”“I know!” I said, “And this is all because of him. Damn you, Draven. I missed out all this fun to be a good wife to you and you cheated on me with that bitch.”“Right! Damn him.” The two cheered me.Alex said, “He never deserved you, Emma. You deserve much better.”“Yes. I deserve much better than him.” I took another shot and said, “I am going to… move on from him…”“YESSS!” “…and throw the divorce paper on his face,”“THAT'S MY GIRL!’“...and get married to someone else while he watches.”“What? No!” Natasha who was cheering me abruptly said. “You don't like my idea?” I asked her , genuinely concerned. In my head, it was the perfect r
Emma's POVThe goons did not seem to like his interruption. They said, “Hey, who are you? Get the fuck out of here.”The man stepped forward and said, “Guys, she is all alone and drunk. It is not very manly of you to trouble a helpless woman.” unless you wanna get beat up.”“We don't need to prove to you our manliness.” One of the men, who seemed to be their leader said, “Leave us alone or else you will regret.”“Regret? So, we are getting violent, huh? I was not in the mood for one but okay, whatever.”“Are you an idiot?” He said, “Stop wasting our time, man.”The man in the mask crossed his arms and kept challenging them, “What if I don't leave?”“You will get beat up.”“Oh, beat up?” The mysterious man laughed before pulling out a gun and pointed it at us, “What about now?”As soon as the goons saw the gun, they tamed down. Their tone was no longer authoritive, “Are you mad? Put in down?”The man did not put it down, instead he pulled the trigger making them raise their hands in th
X's POV"Bang! Bang! Bang!”The sound of my men brutally killing a person reached my ear and I smiled, taking the last bite of the sandwich. I got up from the seat and went to check on them.“How many bullets, boys?” I asked to which the men replied, “He died at the first shot itself, boss. I just shot him two more times for the rhythm.”“Did you now?” I was impressed by him but the man who was currently bleeding to death on the floor. I said, “Him dying at the first shot itself proves that he was never one of us.”“Waste of salary.” The other one replied, “How did he keep working under our nose for so long and we did not catch him? He was almost done collecting the necessary evidence to rat us out to the police.”I said, ‘’But he did not. No one ever can.”I wiped my hand on his shirt and said, “Let this be an example for every single person working under us. This is the price they have to pay for trying to betray me, make it loud and clear.”This case was a little too close to home,
X's POVEmma had the exact same kind of breakdown I had predicted when she saw that prick show up at the airport with Stella. She was so disappointed and heartbroken by what she was seeing that she ran away from there.“Emma! Wait!” Her friend tried to chase her but alas, she was not very athletic. Luckily, in this airport premises, there were only very few places a female could run and hide. Emma did the most cliche thing of hiding inside the bathroom and crying. I hid behind a tree and waited for her to come back. Even her friend found her way there and went inside to find her.It was going to be fifteen minutes but she was still not back. I was starting to get worried but I calmed myself down saying that her friend was there and she would definitely not be this calm if something had gone wrong.Emma and Natasha emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later. Her cheeks were swollen and her eyes were bloodshot, indicating that she had had an ugly meltdown in one of those cubicles.O
X's POVI saw the trip head over to the bar so I went over and occupied the chair right next to Alex. I bought a drink and pretended to be minding my own business but in reality, I was focusing more on their conversation.I could see that Emma was not very comfortable in this environment and she kept pulling her dress to cover more skin. This subtle action spoke volumes about how this whole thing was not her idea and she was pushed into it.See, Emma, this is the problem with you! You are a pushover. You never stand up for yourself and on the slightest persuasion of others end up doing the thing which you don't even enjoy.Thankfully, clubbing did not bring her misery and she seemed to be actually enjoying it.From what I picked, Stella's father was hosting a party to celebrate his daughter's engagement to Draven.Well, of course, it is something related to Draven. Why am I not surprised?Emma was starting to finally see what sb asshole Draven was. I did not know if it was the influenc
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r