Entering the Alpha’s office and carefully closing the door behind her, Emelia took glances around the room. suddenly feeling suffocated and jumped up, it has always been a big office.
She was familiar with its intriguing paintings and decor having visited it on countless occasions with her late parents, but today had its specialties.
“Sit child” Alpha Camfrey urged her. Unlike Luna who had a specialty towards her two children, the alpha caredless.
He was more interested in who would be his heir and so far Mark is the only befitting one fitting him into his standards of the next Alpha.
Emelia pulled out a chair for herself with shaking hands. Her legs shaking tremendously from the tension scattered all over the room.
“If she doesn't want the wedding, call it off… I dont have all day” a cold voice echoed all through the walls only increasing the nervousness within her.
Emelia turned to a dark corner of the room, he was dressed in all black with very little light illuminating the dark corner he chose to sit. His red blazing eyes stared so hard at her that she feared he could see through her lie.
She needed not to be introduced, the voice, his domineer, did its job. The famous Dante of the Camfrey clan, a playboy and a deal breaker, with a daring charisma fit for the devil.
Red eyes were not just something born with but a heritage passed down to crown alpha but Fredrick Camfrey was different. He was not only an ordained alpha but one born with the rarest eye color in history.
“Stop this right now” Mark Camfrey ordered, squeezing her hand right under the table but Emilia held on to a calm look.
She felt his claws digging deep into her flesh with fresh blood, rolling down her palms but not a squeak escaped her mouth.
“How can I stop now Mark? I am barren and I do not want to be unfair to you and the people. This marriage can't go forward, I love you and I want to be your Luna but the circumstances are beyond my control” Emelia said like the perfect wife she was.
The obedient and naive fiance and wife she had been for 5 years and death was her reward.
Death was the payment she got for always doing the right thing, for trusting him and giving him her all. She sneered in her heart.
Lying with a straight face was not the only new spec she got from dying before, she could even cry to make it more realistic. Her red eyes and painful look did not go unnoticed by Luna and Alpha.
Mark stared at the woman next to him; he was at a loss of words. She was nothing of the woman he knew.
Emelia was calm and loved him to death, she had always been willing to do anything for his sake even if it meant going against the laws, she was too obsessed with him to say no, but here She was, not only had she been the one to ask for rejection, but the fake tears and pain was all new to him, she was claiming to love him but her hands were tight.
He wanted to stuff her face to the wall so badly but how could he when his parents were sitting right before him and his worst enemy in the corner? Everything was okay as long as he could always remain the best and nothing but the most desired in the eyes of their parents and the people.
A perfect son was all he wanted to be, the most loved and cherished, he could not lose to his brother, not in this lifetime.
“Our union is beyond the physical, she is my fated mate and the moon goddess never makes mistakes” Mark reminded his parents but Emelia was not buying his lie.
The moon had certainly made a mistake with their pairing; if not, she wouldn't have died from the poison provided by him. She wanted to punch him across the face, he was the one with a lover and not her.
He was the one willing to marry another while waiting for the perfect chance to bring in his mistress. Emelia did not want to be the third party in this life or stop them. She was willing and ready to cut him loose.
Alpha Camfrey and Luna stared at each other for a while, Emelia had her hands crossed, and deep down she prayed hard for a solution. She was more than willing to be anything or do anything as far as it did not involve marrying the monster before her.
Their word was final, it has as much power over their lives as the degree of fate. Emelia was not just some orphan but one with half the wealth of Snowfall packs in her name.
Marrying from the ruling clan was the best way to guard the wealth and avoid possible power struggle but Emelia had done it for 3 years for a man she loved and not for the benefits or any other advantages attached to his position or crown.
“You can't be barren and be Luna'' Alpha Camfrey announced. Emelia gulped down a huge slump. There were two possibilities. One was to say she was lying and go ahead with the wedding, the second was to accept her words and step down to the position of a lowly concubine.
Emelia did not like any of her options for they all led to the same outcome, which was her death. Watching everyone talk all at once trying to reach a definite conclusion she made her mind up.
“Since I can't escape marriage, I might as well use it for my benefit,” Emelia thought with a sly grin playing on the corners of her lips. No actions of hers went past the red eagle eyes seated in the dark.
With everyone saying their minds with no conclusions reached in the conundrum of the moment she blattered out.
“I will marry your brother,” she says loud and clear to his face. “I will marry Fredrick Camfrey” she adds.
The room felt so silent the sound of falling leaves could be heard. Emelia had her eyes on the floor, she dared not look in the face of everyone most especially Fredrick Camfrey. Silence wept through for another five minutes before a word was said. “ It is settled then '' Alpha Camfrey announced, dusting his hands cheerfully. Emilia sighs in relief. She breathed as much air as her mouth could carry for her lungs. Mark turned and everyone had a satisfied look on, he was the only one enraged by the decision. “ How can it be over?” he demanded. Losing his fated mate did not bug him as much as knowing his brother got her. Fredrick marrying Emelia will be nothing less than a hot slap in his face. “I can't have my mate marry my brother, '' Mark announced but the word brother sounded rather strange rolling out of his mouth. He was not the only one who felt its strangeness but the red-eyed demon seated felt it too. “Emelia just can't marry Fred,'' Mark concluded. Luna comfrey patted her
7 days down and everything feels like a touch of illusions cooked up in Emelia’s head. Emelia has not had a moment of peaceful sleep. Her thoughts constantly drifted away into the unknown abyss of uncertainty. Staring down at the snow-white wedding dress soon to be worn, she sighs regretfully. Her wedding has been all her parents talked of as she came of age. The alliance they all wished and prayed for. There was nothing they did or said that did not have to do with her marrying their best friend's son. Her wedding had been all her parents long anticipated. The wedding dress had not only been exclusively customized with everything hand-designed but 3 years was enough time to have them pay for the dream wedding for their princess before the unfortunate hands of death snatched them away from her. She had thought he was the one, she had carefully chosen every design with her mother, handpicking the day's color and flowers. She went for dessert and cake tasting and here she was marryi
The wedding was like a glimpse and just before she could blink it was all over, Emelia stared out of the window watching the night light spread across the city beautifully. She smiles watching the folks go about their duties with smiles and cheerful behaviors. Deep down Emelia wanted such a life, she wanted to feel real happiness again and live for herself.Her eyes squint holding back her tears as they threaten to fall. The car takes a new turn making her aware of the change of directions. She snaps out of her thoughts taking her head away from the window turning her attention to the man before her. A sly smile plays on Fredrick’s lips watching the pudzle look of the woman before him. To say he had not been expecting her to react would be a lie.“We are married” he stated the fact not taking his eyes away from the front. He was too tired, but not exhausted enough. Emelia raised a questioning brow. “I know we are married, but why the change of direction, this is certainly not the way
“Going somewhere?” a cold voice whispered, sending shivers down her spine. Emelia quickly pushed herself off him but the feeling of her hands against his hand's chest did not digest down her throat. “Why are you naked and in my room?” she half yells but the man before her pays no attention to her fright and screams. He walks away so casually heading for the second door. Emelia did not stop to rethink her decision before bashing in, and he stood all naked and folly unclad before her.“Sweet goddess' ' she cursed, turning away almost immediately. “Why don't you wear clothes around the house?” she laments her cheeks heating up. “Says the lady who handpicked me for a groom” his cold whispers were rather driving him crazy than she had anticipated. Emelia did not know how long it took but dashing out the dressing room was indeed the right choice. She walks over to the balcony, letting the fresh night breeze blow through her jumbled-up thoughts.This was a night she had long prepared for, she
The sun was up when Emelia heard a low pounding on the door, she jumped to her feet carefully taking out the parcel that had been delivered the night before and pouring its contents on the bed.She takes a final look before deciding on opening the door. Just as her hands were about to turn the doorknob, could hands drag her from the door pushing her hard back against the wall. Emelia winces in pain.“What is it with you brothers slamming me so hard on the wall?'' she frowned but the man before her wasn't paying attention to her complaints. His cold lips settled on her nap sensually sulking onto her skin.“Hey.. we agreed about nooo… ahh'' Emelia moaned, trying hard to push the man away but he was too big and powerful for her.For some reason, her body was reacting differently from her mind. She was screaming to push him away but her mind was the only path for her with logical reasoning.His hands are carefully wrapped around his neck pulling him even closer. Her lips slightly pattern,
The omegas carefully bows to the floor, avoiding the royal party's raging eyes as they make their way through.They all needed not to be told what to do. Clair Anderson could not take another moment with the priest going about his boring incantations.“This should be her and not me” she murmured to herself, making sure her voice was low enough not to be heard by others.“The ceremony is now complete and the young alpha can go ahead and burn the sheets, to bring good luck and a prosperous marriage to his elder brother.” the priest announced taking his leave.“Take this to your fiance” Luna Camfrey hands over the stained sheets to Clair who holds on to this tightly, her long nails digging into the sheets creating holes of anger and jealousy.She is gently courteous to the Luna before storming her way out. Slamming the door behind her, she tosses the dirty sheets to the figure on the bed. Mark yawns annoyed.“Who dares' ' he hissed, opening his eyes only to meet the fury of Clair Anderso
Every document related to her father's company had been sent over to her. It's been days and Emelia dared not step out of her room, covered in files and papers, she drinks one cup of coffee to the next. So much needed tending. She had not been the one to deal with the problems of the company in her previous life, at least not while Mark had offered to shoulder the responsibility. Zorah and Fame couture was the biggest in the fashion industry with multiple branches scattered all over the country and beyond. Emilia was not a newbie to the happenings of the business. She was not talented. She was what they call a beauty with the hands of a goddess. Not only did her parents make and sell her designs, but she has always drawn and provided every sketch. And that was the biggest secret hidden from the ears of the world. Emelia was too emenced in her work not hearing the loud knocks from her door. Fredrick Camfrey has never been the patient type. “She will be ready when I get back,” he his
Night came and as expected Emelia was ready, she walked down the stairs joining hands with the awaiting hands that held hers at the foot of the stairs. “Mrs Fredrick” a little whimper escaped her throat listening to the servants address her as such. She held hard to her clutch not showing her nervousness as they rode away. Pulling up into the grant halls where she had been barely a few days ago for her wedding gave her multiple feelings. Emelia felt the fresh breeze blow through her braided hair perfectioning it to her back. His hands reached out to her, and without second thoughts, she placed her gloves-covered hands onto his. Stepping into the giant hall every eye turns to the arriving couple. Wearing an exquisite black evening gown capturing and enchanting her beauty, Emelia slowly glides her way by her husband's side. The sleep silhouette gracefully hugs her curves with a daring side slide adding a touch of bold sophistication as she makes a striking entrance by her man's sid
The ride home was quiet. From the side, Clair sat a thousand thoughts going through her mind. Everyone was aware of the fate of newly married couples who had children within the first months of their marriage. She did not want to be abandoned. She did not want to have her child steal all the affection of her husband and nothing left for her. Clair has always wanted to visit places, shop in the human realm and go places children can be taken. A child to her was nothing but a burden and she was not willing to have that sour her plans. Mark said a sad quote. “Only the luna of an unchosen alpha will dare such” the words repeated in his head like a broken record. How could he bring himself to forgive her? She was his wife but the child was his, his blood, his first fruit. How could he understand such betrayal? The car rode in the heavy weather, the rain pounding on the top but nothing was as unsettling as the air between the both of them. “We've arrived,” the driver said from the front
The lights dimmed at the end and everyone made their way in. From the top everyone turned to the beauty who just appeared with her husband. “Wow” was all they could utter. Clair clenched her fist hard, staring at Emilia make her way down. She was not only dressed but caught the attention of all with her choice of attire. “Isn't that the lost pattern of the Zorah family?” everyone whispered and just like a twerk of a branch everyone had forgotten about Clair. Mark stood by the side watching Emilia make her way down with Fredrick. He could only wish he was the one by her side. Seeing her reminded him of what he had lost. “That should be me,” he muttered. The charming couple toast to everyone. Reaching the front Fredrick stepped aside but not after placing a soft kiss on her cheeks. Emilia smiled watching him walk away. “How long do you think this act of yours will play out in your favor?” Emilia did not need to be told who the rude voice belonged to. Clair came forward with a glass o
The city was bustling with sounds of music and a cheerful surrounding engulfed the little Pack. Lakes Pack has always loved parties and thrown off the best. Following their participation in the last Alpha choosing ceremony, the land was not only known for its size but now its honor. The Tamara family couldn't let such an opportunity pass them by. Alice hasn't blinked for a second, she wanted everything well and good. It was not every day they got to host the alpha and lunas of the realm. “Make sure it's all color-coded and presentable” She ordered going through the flowers. The servants could only do their very best. From a distance attentive eyes watched her go about everything. Alpha Rogan smiled, staring at his Luna, she was older than him but it was not what he cared about. In the realm most had speculated they would be the worst match but like the moon chose they love each other with everything. “I see you chose cream” he stated staring at the color for the day. “Yes I did, an
Emilia walked out of the office exhausted, the staff had all left and only her was left. Walking out she noticed a car parked at the front, it took just a second to recognize it as Fredricks. She walks over and the door opens for her. “Hello,” she says, getting comfortable. Frederick nods his eyes, focusing on the file before him. The ride was quiet and Emilia stared out the window watching the city light dance with joy. She would give up anything to be them just for a second, she would willingly take the risk to shine and guide the way for others rather than be trapped in this cage she found herself in. “The contract is ready,” he announced, catching her attention. Emilia turned to the man close to her, taking the file in his hand. “You must be kidding right?” she demanded staring at every clause. Was he mad to think she would agree to something absurd like that? Frederick faced her cold as ever. “You are expected to sign and hand it over to me at dawn. You can sleep over it” She
“ How can she do this? Lakes is only but a small pack that can crumble at the command of my voice, how dare she deny me an invitation” Clair could barely feel herself after the humiliation they just suffered. In her room, she paces all around. “How dare Alice Tamara” she lamented flunking objects to every corner of the room. Dama had to keep out of sight, now was not the time to approach her lady. The humiliation was too much and she too was very much aware of it. It was all the pack talked about. The action of Fredrick had greatly bruised the pride of Clair and Alpha Mark... It's been a day since the party and no sign of Alpha. It was not uncommon for him to be gone for so long but it has always been for business reasons but this time was not the same. “Dama, how could she?” Clair asked, falling to her feet, tears streaming down her eyes. She had everything figured out. The plans of her father have never failed but yesterday had brought so much shame and disgrace to her name. “Ho
He roughly sucked her lips as she struggled but the flames in her were too powerful to be quenched by her resistance. Emelia’s hands held firmly around his neck deepening the kiss, as Dark’s hands caressed her skin pinning her hard on the table. Their rough breaths echo in the dark, the room filled with pleasurable moans and the smell of intoxication. She melted in his arms, under his touch she felt aloof, she could feel her legs willingly spread allowing him access as his fingers grazed her pussy sending waves of shivering. Her body trembling under his touch, her eyes filled with lust and pleasure. “Ahh…yeah” she cried, holding on tight to his shirt. Frederick was fighting, this was not how he wanted to take her. Emilia was fragile and Dark was certainly going to do so much damage. He fought from the dark hitting and commanding his other half. A powerful man he was but in the arms of an enraged Dark he could do so little. “I do anything you ask of please don't touch her” he pleade
Home was as quiet as usual but the unsettling feeling from earlier had not gone away. Emilia could not bring herself to sleep, she kept tossing and turning but the hours went by and nothing changed. This was a contract marriage, a union of nothing but benefits but as time went by she could only worry about the whereabouts of Fredrick. Frustrated, she tossed the cover aside swiftly, taking her night cover and dashing out of her bedroom. The mansion was quiet and cold, she wrapped her hands tightly around her bosom. The chills of the night send shivers down her spine as she makes her way to the kitchen. The kitchen was huge occupied with fully packed fridges and freezers. Never has she come to understand the need for so much when he barely ate at home and the servants had a kitchen at the back which takes care of their meals. Emilia sighed opening the huge fridge and as expected it was not only packed with her favourite meals but milk. She grabs the jar of milk, pouring herself a gla
The hall froze, and everyone’s gaze turned to Mark, who stood unable to understand a word. How was this possible? He was the one they all knew, the one who had diligently done every work there was to do over the years. How could he not be alpha? Mark could not make out the voices close to him, he watched Clair reach out to him murmuring a few words but everything was quiet. The huge entrance gave way and Fredrick walked in with Emelia cuddled up in his arms like they were the perfect couple. Everything was a blur as he pushed his way past a worried Clair. “Mark…Mark” Clair called out trying hard to get hold of him only to be shoved to the back barely to hold herself. “What's wrong with him? Wasn't he aware the position was not his, to begin with? Why is he acting up?” a few voices echo amidst the crowd but Mark is too consumed by rage to hold himself back. “YOU…” he pointed to Fredrick who stood calm and his eyes dense carrying a hint of victory in them despite his calm smile. Mark
Guests made their way in and were welcomed by the alpha and Luna. The hall was filled with men of power and prestige alongside their wives and dates for the night. This was not only a small event. Today's announcement did not only carry the future of the land but the status and capabilities of both brothers. They all knew Mark had always been favored over his elder brother. Yes, it was true a gap was too wide to be closed. As they chatted and whined, they all eagerly waited for the stroke of midnight. Upstairs, Clair frantically walked over to her room all dressed but no sign of her husband. This was no day for delay. Overlooking the guest arriving from the balcony, she desperately wished there would be no sign of Emelia and Frederick. The ball was not yet in their court and she wanted nothing to make it not enter. From behind Dama watched her mistress space all around. She wanted to help but this was far beyond her means. Her hands reached out to Clair's shoulders as she flinched,