58LUCAS’ POV.Seeing Emily fall like that seemed to send a bolt of shock to my chest. Staring at her on the floor was worse.As I dashed down the stairs towards her, careful not to tumble myself, I kept dreading the pool of blood that was yet to seep out of her head.I knelt next to her, and placed a hand on her cheek.“Emily.” I called, with wide eyes.She didn’t respond, and I checked her head. Thankfully, there was no sign of wetness and blood.I looked around for the maids, but there was none. Didn’t they hear her scream? Were they even in the house?I lifted Emily into my arms, and noticed something wet. Carefully, I managed to get a sight of my hand, and saw it was covered in blood.She was bleeding!Not from her head, but from…Confused, I ran across the living rooms, and through the door leading to the foyer. No maids were in sight.I opened the door, and ran to my car with Emily’s hair crowding her face.“Emily.” I tried calling again, but there was no response from her. Get
59LUCAS’ POV.I couldn’t believe it. Pregnant? But she didn’t tell anyone. No one could even think she was pregnant. I didn’t know why I was so shocked, but I was.“You were unaware of the pregnancy itself?” The doctor asked.“Yes, yes, I was.” I replied, and took out my phone.I dialed Tray’s number.“Are you…?” Tray began.“I’ll need you to pay hospital bills. I’ll send the information to you.” I said, and ended the call, then turned to the doctor. “What does she need to do to be completely fine. I mean, the miscarriage surely had its effects.”“Rest. She can go on short walks, and driving. Just things to make her feel relieved.” He replied, and I nodded.“Thank you, doctor.”I got up, and left his office, thinking of everything. Since when? How come it wasn’t in her last medical report?Wait… I hadn’t seen the report itself. Didn’t Doctor Gilbert see it when he ran a test on her? He was competent, so I couldn’t say he was sloppy, and there was no way he could have hidden it.It wa
60EMILY’S POV.Finally, I said it.In minutes, I was going to know the dreadful outcome of what I had always been dreading. Were things going to go on just like they did in my dream?Would he hire a fake man to pretend I had been sleeping with him, and give false witness? What was he going to do?When I heard I lost the baby. Honestly, I didn’t know how to feel, or what to feel. I was shocked at first because of course, it wasn’t something I expected to happen just like that.And I tried faking sadness, but lying to myself was impossible. There was no way I could lie to myself. I felt shameless, and disgusted with myself for being a little relieved. For feeling a little twinge of gratefulness.There I go again. I didn’t just feel a little relieved. I was so relieved. The relief came flooding along with my other emotions. I couldn’t control myself.And the gratefulness… What was I grateful for? Grateful to the child for dying? For leaving? For not being able to see the beauty of the w
61JOHN’S POV.As the car drove, racing along the busy streets of L. A, my head lolled from side to side.It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it. Throughout that month, I couldn’t recall a night when I got adequate sleep. The days were hot and stressful, the nights busy and restless.I had to meet all the boring people in the world, who gave me lectures on being a strong Alpha, and leader of the pack even though I never signed up for it. Nor did I go to them to receive lectures.I was taught about the full history of the sculpture from each elder I met. So many days, I was forced to keep them company under the pretense that I was being schooled for a good reason, and not just because they were bored.The worst part was moving from town to town. They said I had to locate the graves of the previous Alphas. I had to take the sand and stone from a hundred previous Alphas’ graves.That had seemed impossible, but they told me I couldn’t back out, so I went from town and town, carrying
62EMILY’S POV.Maybe it was disgust, maybe it was hatred, but I didn’t want to see his face. I preferred the house with Lucas alone in it. How was I to deal with my hatred for him for three years. The few months I’d spent with him felt like years already.Time went so slow. Seeing John, I actually wished he didn’t return, and that Lucas didn’t leave. Was he going to start torturing me again? Either way, I had to find a way to try to protect myself. Maybe having a laser on me would do.There was no telling as to whether or not he wasn’t going to go crazy again, and try to force me to sleep with him like he almost did that day in his office.“No one is happy to hear he’s around.” Kaye said, and I ran a hand through my hair.“Why would anyone be? He’s a nutcase.” I said, and tore my eyes off him, walking away from the balcony.In my room, I dialed Dahlia’s number, and threw open my wardrobe.“Hey, Emily. How are you?” She said, cheerfully, and I could hear the sound of her munching.“Ea
63EMILY’S POV.Did she have a place to go, and her house was too far from it? Why else would she have a big, fat luggage on wheels behind her?“What are you doing here?” Katie asked, dropping her fork, and Mandy smiled.“You look like you don’t want me here, Katie.” Mandy replied, taking a seat next to John, who smiled sweetly at her.“I simply asked a question.”“Well, you’ll get an answer. I asked sweet John here if I could stay for a few months, and he agreed.”“A few months?” Sadie asked, also dropping her cutlery.A few months was simply too much.“Yeah, maybe six or so.” She replied, and I could see a frown settle over Katie’s face.“Why do you want to stay here for six months?” She asked, pushing grilled salmon into her mouth.“That’s between me and John, but I’d like to point out that John’s house has become really fun. I would like to share in the happiness too.” She said, then looked around. “I don’t see Lucas.”“That’s Alpha Lucas to you.” Katie said immediately.“Oh come
64EMILY’S POV.Sadie couldn’t have Derella outed to the scary family she had, and despite myself, I was unhappy that Mandy had to stay.“Who said she was gay?” Sadie asked.“I don’t need to debate that with you. If you’re so uncomfortable, we only need to walk over to the next mansion, and call for an urgent family meeting.” Mandy said, sticking a fork into a sliced watermelon. “You know, it’s your choice, darling. You can choose to reveal Derella’s secret, and cause problems, or you can simply choose to back off and lay low.” Mandy said, putting her watermelon into her mouth, and chewing slowly.“Lucky you. You get off this time, but not for long.” Sadie said, with cold venom. Then turned around. “Follow me.” She commanded, storming away, and it hurt my pride.“What? You’re subject to an eight-year-old now?” Mandy asked, with an amused smirk.“Emily!” Sadie called, and I looked at Mandy.“If you think so.” I replied, and walked away, after Sadie who had me boiling quite hard. “It’s
65EMILY’S POV.He took my hand, and refused to leave it, staring at me like he was trying to read me.“What’s so weird about agreeing to be friends?” I asked, looking away, with my face flushing.“What made you change your mind?” He asked, still holding onto my hand, which was growing warmer by the moment.“What made me change my mind? I just thought it was rude to…”“No, you definitely didn’t. There must be a reason.” He said, and I pursed my lips, and looked straight into his mesmerizing green eyes.“I thought you wanted to blackmail me about it. I thought you were like John. So I said no. But now I know you’re not that way, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.” I blurted out, snatching my hand out of his, and he laughed.“You’re something else. Does everyone with Granger as their last name seem shady to you?” He asked, pushing his hands into his pockets.“That was then. Maybe you’re the only one who’s not shady. You, the kids, well, except Sadie.” I replied, and he chuc
66EMILY’S POV.My face grew hot, and I was thankful for the cover of the night, unless he’d have seen my face color up.A friendly date? The word ‘friendly’ seemed invisible in my head. Was there such? I thought dates were only meant for lovers.“John spoke endlessly about you being pretty whenever you blushed. I can’t help but notice the truth in that tonight.” He said, and I colored up even more.“You can see my face clearly?” I asked, raising a hand to my cheek.“Don’t forget to add the word ‘friendly’ in your head when you’re thinking of what I said. Because it looks to me like you discarded the ‘friendly’, and dwelled on the ‘date’ alone.” He said, and I stepped backwards like it would help to shield my face better.Was he a mind reader or something?“Who says I discarded the word ‘friendly’? I didn’t. So when is the time for this friendly date? And what are we going to do?”“Just movies. Stuff like that. I’ve been really bored having to work and work like my life only has one p
65EMILY’S POV.He took my hand, and refused to leave it, staring at me like he was trying to read me.“What’s so weird about agreeing to be friends?” I asked, looking away, with my face flushing.“What made you change your mind?” He asked, still holding onto my hand, which was growing warmer by the moment.“What made me change my mind? I just thought it was rude to…”“No, you definitely didn’t. There must be a reason.” He said, and I pursed my lips, and looked straight into his mesmerizing green eyes.“I thought you wanted to blackmail me about it. I thought you were like John. So I said no. But now I know you’re not that way, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a friend.” I blurted out, snatching my hand out of his, and he laughed.“You’re something else. Does everyone with Granger as their last name seem shady to you?” He asked, pushing his hands into his pockets.“That was then. Maybe you’re the only one who’s not shady. You, the kids, well, except Sadie.” I replied, and he chuc
64EMILY’S POV.Sadie couldn’t have Derella outed to the scary family she had, and despite myself, I was unhappy that Mandy had to stay.“Who said she was gay?” Sadie asked.“I don’t need to debate that with you. If you’re so uncomfortable, we only need to walk over to the next mansion, and call for an urgent family meeting.” Mandy said, sticking a fork into a sliced watermelon. “You know, it’s your choice, darling. You can choose to reveal Derella’s secret, and cause problems, or you can simply choose to back off and lay low.” Mandy said, putting her watermelon into her mouth, and chewing slowly.“Lucky you. You get off this time, but not for long.” Sadie said, with cold venom. Then turned around. “Follow me.” She commanded, storming away, and it hurt my pride.“What? You’re subject to an eight-year-old now?” Mandy asked, with an amused smirk.“Emily!” Sadie called, and I looked at Mandy.“If you think so.” I replied, and walked away, after Sadie who had me boiling quite hard. “It’s
63EMILY’S POV.Did she have a place to go, and her house was too far from it? Why else would she have a big, fat luggage on wheels behind her?“What are you doing here?” Katie asked, dropping her fork, and Mandy smiled.“You look like you don’t want me here, Katie.” Mandy replied, taking a seat next to John, who smiled sweetly at her.“I simply asked a question.”“Well, you’ll get an answer. I asked sweet John here if I could stay for a few months, and he agreed.”“A few months?” Sadie asked, also dropping her cutlery.A few months was simply too much.“Yeah, maybe six or so.” She replied, and I could see a frown settle over Katie’s face.“Why do you want to stay here for six months?” She asked, pushing grilled salmon into her mouth.“That’s between me and John, but I’d like to point out that John’s house has become really fun. I would like to share in the happiness too.” She said, then looked around. “I don’t see Lucas.”“That’s Alpha Lucas to you.” Katie said immediately.“Oh come
62EMILY’S POV.Maybe it was disgust, maybe it was hatred, but I didn’t want to see his face. I preferred the house with Lucas alone in it. How was I to deal with my hatred for him for three years. The few months I’d spent with him felt like years already.Time went so slow. Seeing John, I actually wished he didn’t return, and that Lucas didn’t leave. Was he going to start torturing me again? Either way, I had to find a way to try to protect myself. Maybe having a laser on me would do.There was no telling as to whether or not he wasn’t going to go crazy again, and try to force me to sleep with him like he almost did that day in his office.“No one is happy to hear he’s around.” Kaye said, and I ran a hand through my hair.“Why would anyone be? He’s a nutcase.” I said, and tore my eyes off him, walking away from the balcony.In my room, I dialed Dahlia’s number, and threw open my wardrobe.“Hey, Emily. How are you?” She said, cheerfully, and I could hear the sound of her munching.“Ea
61JOHN’S POV.As the car drove, racing along the busy streets of L. A, my head lolled from side to side.It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it. Throughout that month, I couldn’t recall a night when I got adequate sleep. The days were hot and stressful, the nights busy and restless.I had to meet all the boring people in the world, who gave me lectures on being a strong Alpha, and leader of the pack even though I never signed up for it. Nor did I go to them to receive lectures.I was taught about the full history of the sculpture from each elder I met. So many days, I was forced to keep them company under the pretense that I was being schooled for a good reason, and not just because they were bored.The worst part was moving from town to town. They said I had to locate the graves of the previous Alphas. I had to take the sand and stone from a hundred previous Alphas’ graves.That had seemed impossible, but they told me I couldn’t back out, so I went from town and town, carrying
60EMILY’S POV.Finally, I said it.In minutes, I was going to know the dreadful outcome of what I had always been dreading. Were things going to go on just like they did in my dream?Would he hire a fake man to pretend I had been sleeping with him, and give false witness? What was he going to do?When I heard I lost the baby. Honestly, I didn’t know how to feel, or what to feel. I was shocked at first because of course, it wasn’t something I expected to happen just like that.And I tried faking sadness, but lying to myself was impossible. There was no way I could lie to myself. I felt shameless, and disgusted with myself for being a little relieved. For feeling a little twinge of gratefulness.There I go again. I didn’t just feel a little relieved. I was so relieved. The relief came flooding along with my other emotions. I couldn’t control myself.And the gratefulness… What was I grateful for? Grateful to the child for dying? For leaving? For not being able to see the beauty of the w
59LUCAS’ POV.I couldn’t believe it. Pregnant? But she didn’t tell anyone. No one could even think she was pregnant. I didn’t know why I was so shocked, but I was.“You were unaware of the pregnancy itself?” The doctor asked.“Yes, yes, I was.” I replied, and took out my phone.I dialed Tray’s number.“Are you…?” Tray began.“I’ll need you to pay hospital bills. I’ll send the information to you.” I said, and ended the call, then turned to the doctor. “What does she need to do to be completely fine. I mean, the miscarriage surely had its effects.”“Rest. She can go on short walks, and driving. Just things to make her feel relieved.” He replied, and I nodded.“Thank you, doctor.”I got up, and left his office, thinking of everything. Since when? How come it wasn’t in her last medical report?Wait… I hadn’t seen the report itself. Didn’t Doctor Gilbert see it when he ran a test on her? He was competent, so I couldn’t say he was sloppy, and there was no way he could have hidden it.It wa
58LUCAS’ POV.Seeing Emily fall like that seemed to send a bolt of shock to my chest. Staring at her on the floor was worse.As I dashed down the stairs towards her, careful not to tumble myself, I kept dreading the pool of blood that was yet to seep out of her head.I knelt next to her, and placed a hand on her cheek.“Emily.” I called, with wide eyes.She didn’t respond, and I checked her head. Thankfully, there was no sign of wetness and blood.I looked around for the maids, but there was none. Didn’t they hear her scream? Were they even in the house?I lifted Emily into my arms, and noticed something wet. Carefully, I managed to get a sight of my hand, and saw it was covered in blood.She was bleeding!Not from her head, but from…Confused, I ran across the living rooms, and through the door leading to the foyer. No maids were in sight.I opened the door, and ran to my car with Emily’s hair crowding her face.“Emily.” I tried calling again, but there was no response from her. Get