EMMELINE (MARY)
Present Day “Hurry up with the drink, bartender! I don't have all bloody day!” A man seated at one of the tables in the small bar yelled at me. I nearly jumped out of my skin, slightly dizzy from the suddenness of it all. I realized then that I had zoned out. Again. As fast as my legs could carry me, I rushed out from behind the counter, balancing his order in one hand as I made for his table. I managed to get there without spilling anything. "Y-Your drink, s-sir…" I stuttered, keeping my eyes down apologetically lest I get into more trouble. "Give me that!" He barked, snatching it from me and shooting me a glare sharp. Shuddering, I headed back to my position behind the counter. It had been four months since I was employed at this bar, and still the job hadn't gotten easier. My life hadn't gotten any easier. That seemed like a more fitting conclusion. I still felt heavy and hollow, the hole in the chest never closing up completely. After the death of my family, I retreated into a shell that even I couldn't break out of. I was tired, broken and distant, completely disconnected from the world around me and struggling to find my footing in this world. I had watched my mate and my whole family die, barely escaping death myself. After the execution, the leader of the werewolves warriors who had ambushed us ordered his men to set the entire estate ablaze and burn the bodies. If luck hadn't been on my side like it was, I would have been burned alive. But that didn't happen. At first, I didn't see that as a blessing. I was so distraught by the traumatic event that I sometimes wished I'd died. Maybe it would have been easier. The first month was the worst of all. I spent several nights crying myself to sleep, and because I had nowhere to turn to, I didn't have a choice but to remain in hiding. I scoured through the wilderness, waiting patiently until they stopped searching for me. Apparently, a few days later, they concluded that I was amongst the dead bodies, and the reason why I couldn't be found was because no one had any idea what I looked like. That was the very first time I was grateful for my unique features amongst the Lycans. I remained in hiding living off forest fruits and taking shelter in caves or whatever the night gave me. I was surviving, but not living. I knew I had to make a change. So I travelled to a distant pack; Redcave Pack. It was a werewolf pack, but small enough to be secluded, so I knew I was safe. It was in this pack that I managed to get the job I had now; bartending at a local pub. This was my chance at a new life, so I knew I had to grab it with both hands. Being in werewolf territory, although a different one, wasn't exactly safe, so there were specific precautions I had to take to keep my identity hidden. I secured some greenfox leaf which I used to mask my scent. I also had to drink it daily and bathe in it to make it effective. Its function was to make my scent as subtle as possible to enable me to pass for a werewolf. It wasn't very difficult, because in addition to the leaf treatment, my smallish nature allowed me to fit in without raising any questions. I had also dyed my hair red and taken on a different name. Here in Redcave Pack, I was known as Mary Sharpe. The only thing that made me stand out was my beauty. I had never really taken notice nor pride in my looks as a Lycan but now, I knew I was beautiful. More striking than regular werewolves. This singular feature attracted a lot of men to my side. It was ironic that the characteristic my family considered a flaw was actually what kept me alive. It became overwhelming at times, but I'd learned to keep a low profile regardless. This was what had become of my life. I thought it would get easier eventually, but the numbness only grew deeper. I missed my home. I missed my family despite their shortcomings. I missed Jonas. Oh, how much I missed Jonas. Every time I thought of him, my eyes would glaze over. I would always remember Jonas Sharpe as the man who had accepted me for all my flaws, accepted me wholly. My chest was beginning to ache again as I reminisced about the past, so I forced myself to stand upright and think about my future instead. My plan was to work at this bar for a few more months, just until I saved up enough money to move to a more distant and secluded pack. I resumed work. Seconds later, Mr Gregory, the manager of the bar, walked out of the inner office. He turned to my colleague. "Louise, replace Mary at the counter. Mary, come with me." I took off my apron and followed him, wondering why he had summoned me. "Close the door behind you, dear," he said. I obeyed even though I was uncomfortable. This wasn't a new feeling. Ever since I was hired, he never relented in hitting on me. I had turned him down several times, but he never failed to come up with a new tactic. I silently prayed that this wasn't one of those. "So.." he began. "There is a new position open in the bar right now, and I would like to give you the role." I looked up in surprise. That was strange, considering that I hadn't been working here long enough for a promotion. But I was grateful regardless. "Wow, thank you very much, sir. This is very unexpected–" "I can think of a much better way for you to thank me," he grinned, rising from his seat and approaching me. Immediately, my mood turned sour. Right. Of course. Why did I think this was a genuine meeting? "I don't know why you keep turning me down, Mary," he whispered, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me closer. "Be my girl and you will get a lot more of this good stuff. A promotion is only the beginning." "No!" I pushed him away from me and scrambled backwards. "I don't want the promotion if you want this in return." His features contorted in a frown. "Who the hell do you think you are anyway? What would it take to make you mine? I have been kind to you and even offered you a position you ordinarily couldn't even dream of, and yet you're so ungrateful. Come here!" He tried to grab my hand again, but I was quick to dodge, managing to fight him off before scrambling out of his office. My chest was heaving when I returned to my counter. Pain, anger and humiliation made tears spring to my eyes. I blinked back the tears, trying to stay strong. But it was all too much. How long would I keep living in situations like this? I wished that Jonas was here. He would never let anyone treat me this way. "We will survive this, Emmeline. You just have to be strong," Cara encouraged me. "Everything will be fine. Soon." I nodded, trying to believe her. It wasn't up to five minutes after I resumed work when Mr. Gregory stormed out of his office with two security guards, heading straight for me. "Excuse me, Miss, but you have to come with us. A huge amount of money has been stolen from the manager's office and we are searching everyone's bags." Confused, I obeyed. I wasn't shaken or worried in the least because I hadn't stolen anything. I could see the manager glaring at me, but I pretended not to notice. We finally reached the staff locker room, and I opened my locker and moved aside. One of the security guards opened it and began to search it. As they turned it upside down, a thick wad of cash fell out. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at it. "That's not mine! I-I swear I don't know how that got into my bag." I protested immediately. They ignored me and faced the manager. "Is this the money you were looking for?" "Yes. It has the business seal on it. Plus, she was just in my office a few minutes ago. I wouldn't be surprised if she managed to slip it out of my drawer while she was there." "That's not true!" I protested, nearly going crazy with the absurdity of it all. "I didn't steal anything." "So how did the money suddenly get into your bag shortly after you were in the manager's office?" The security officer asked. "I…" I knew my word against his would not stand, so I turned to him to tell them the truth. But then I saw the smirk plastered on his face. That was the moment I realized that this wasn't a misunderstanding. It was a setup. The manager had set me up. My breath hitched as I took a step back. He knew that I wouldn't be able to escape a setup like this. Redcave Pack had very brutal practices, and the punishment for theft was amputation, or being sold off to the slave house. Neither of those options could be my fate. I just couldn't live a life like that. So I did the only thing I was good at; I RAN. Standing close to the door gave me an advantage. I pushed the back door open and raced out of the bar, not looking back once for fear that it would slow me down. "Hey! Get back here!!" The security guards yelled after me. I could hear them running after me with all their might. I ran through the bushes, my heart pounding painfully, my legs pushing on, my clothes and skin getting caught in thorns. But I did not stop. I was just about to jump past a hole in the ground when I lost my footing. I let out a painful yelp as I stumbled to the ground in pain. Before I could regain my strength, one of the guards yanked me upwards by the collar, his palm connecting to my face in a hard slap. "You petty thief! You thought you could escape, hm? Let's see how well you steal at the slave house." He shoved me in the other direction. "Move!"EMMELINEI was locked up in the back of the van on it’s way to the slave house. Tears streamed down my cheeks as my new reality dawned on me. It was over for me. What could possibly become of my life once I started living in the slave house? That was, if such a life could be considered living.I wanted to scream my lungs out in desperation. The guards had made sure I had no means of escape by binding both my arms and legs tightly so that it was impossible to even move. Tears of frustration formed in my eyes again as I trembled in the back of the van. Things were by no means perfect, but at least I'd had some sense of stability. A job, a roof over my head, and plans to relocate as soon as possible. There were just a few months left. And now everything had been turned upside down. All my plans had crumbled into one meaningless blob of nothing. Perhaps I was cursed. Maybe happiness just wasn't something meant for me. Every time it seemed within reach, something happened that would bring
EMMELINEWhy did he buy me?This was the question that continued to resound in my mind all through the ride back to Alpha Darius' pack. After I'd been sold, some of his men had bundled me off the stage and taken me outside to a waiting car. I hadn't seen much of the Alpha because he was in another car.Even when we arrived at Fletch Pack, Alpha Darius did not say much to me. He just handed me over to two maids in waiting and ordered them to clean me up. Still blindfolded, I was taken to what I assumed to be the bathroom. It was only after I shoved into the bathroom that the blindfold was finally taken off. The women got to work immediately, scrubbing me thoroughly. It felt like a repeat of what had happened earlier at the slave trade. I didn't even bother to fight back this time. I was exhausted to the bone, so I just sat there and let them do their job. They were so harsh with it that I wondered briefly if they were doing it on purpose. I couldn't help but notice that the women wer
EMMELINEI couldn't move. My body felt frozen in place as the truth settled like a heavy stone in my chest. Darius had been part of the people who killed my family. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. My mind spun, and I struggled to breathe, feeling the world close in around me."Take off your clothes," he said. His voice was so cold, it sent a shiver through my bones.I looked up at him, my eyes blurred with unshed tears. I couldn't let him see me break. Not now. Not after everything that had happened.I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. "I.. have something to confess,"' I said, my voice barely a whisper.Darius raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as he studied me, suspicion dancing in his dark gaze. "Speak," he ordered.My heart was pounding in my chest, but I pushed the fear aside.“I… I have an infection,” I said quickly, the lie tasting like ash in my mouth. It was the first thing that came to mind, a desperate attempt to buy myself some time, some way out o
EMMELINEI stumbled into the kitchen, my heart racing with anxiety. I needed to find the head cook, the one who had the power to tell me everything about the food around here—who prepared Darius’s meals, who handled them, and where they stored the damn curry powder. That’s why I was here.But when the cooks saw me, all eyes turned to me with shock, suspicion, and maybe even a hint of fear. I couldn’t blame them, though—there had to be a reason for their reactions. I wasn’t exactly dressed like them. I paused for a moment, trying to keep my composure.“Why are you here, concubine?” a woman yelled at me, the head cook by the look of her. She was in her late forties, but looked tough. I plastered on a nervous smile, trying to look as clueless as possible. “Oh, hi! I, uh… I thought I was supposed to, you know, cook my own meals? I’m just a… you know… a slave like you guys, right?” The words slipped out without much thought. I cringed internally at the lie. But I couldn’t let them know
EMMELINEDarius tilted his head, and I knew I'd fucked up. His dark eyes narrowed so slightly. It was the kind of look that made my blood run cold, even though his expression remained calm. Too calm. Like he was mentally deciding how best to deal with me.What the hell had I just done? Blurted out my anger to a man who could probably snap my neck without breaking a sweat? I stumbled back, my palms suddenly sweaty. My heart pounded so hard I thought he might hear it. What was I thinking saying that out at him like I had a death wish?I swallowed hard. What would he do to me now? The calmness in his expression was more terrifying than if he’d yelled.He brushed imaginary dust from his suit.He rose to his feet, the movement slow and my breath hitched in my throat. He was coming closer. My mind raced, frantically searching for a weapon, anything I could use to defend myself. A lamp? A vase? Hell, I’d grab a goddamn pen and stab him if I had to. We were alone. This was my chance. I coul
EMMELINEI woke up with one thing on my mind: today is the day Darius dies.I couldn’t let myself think about what happened yesterday—the shopping, his so-called kindness, his defense of me. It was all bullshit. A carefully orchestrated act to mess with my head, to make me feel something other than hatred for him. But I wasn’t that stupid.He wanted to make me feel like I owed him something for treating me kindly. The only thing I owed Darius was death. And I planned to deliver.After slipping out of bed, I pulled on one of the dresses he’d bought yesterday. I hated the feel of it against my skin, but I couldn’t go back to those damn slave rags. The maids had already started whispering, assuming I’d been officially made his concubine. Let them think that. It would only make my plan easier.I headed to the kitchen, my heart pounding very fast. Everything I needed was already in place. Last night, I stole some curry powder and mixed it with the Greenshade I’d found yesterday. The poiso
EMMELINEThe entire estate was summoned before Darius.I stood beside him, every muscle in my body screaming to run, to hide, to do anything but stand there like a damned statue. My palms were sweaty, my breathing uneven, but I didn't dare move.I could feel the fear written on the faces of the kitchen staff as they lined up before him. They were all trembling, their heads bowed, eyes darting around as if the answer to their salvation lay on the floor. They didn't deserve this.They were innocent.I wasn’t.I was the one who poisoned him. Me. And now these people were about to pay the price for something they didn't do. Darius didn't immediately speak. Instead, he sat there, calm and composed, like he wasn't the one whose life had nearly been snatched away. His beta, Dawson, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as composed."Who tried to poison the Alpha?" Dawson's voice rang out like a gunshot.My stomach twisted violently. Cara stirred in my head, growling. ‘Tell them. Tell them now be
EMMELINEIt had been a day since Darius locked me in this damn room.I sat on the cold floor, knees pulled to my chest, staring blankly at the wall. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my throat was raw from screaming. Nobody had come to check on me, not even to throw a scrap of food my way.I was so tired—tired of everything.“Why am I even here?” I whispered to myself, my voice breaking.You’re stronger than this, Cara said in my head, her voice softer than usual.“Am I?” I shot back, bitterly. “Look at me, Cara. I’m a prisoner. A damn puppet for him to use whenever he wants. What’s the point of living if this is my life?”She didn’t answer.My gaze landed on the glass bottle sitting on the table. It would be so easy—just one sharp blow to the edge of the table, and it would shatter. And then I could end this miserable life of mine with just a cut at the right place. I stood, my legs shaking as I reached for the bottle. My hands trembled as I held it, my reflection distorted in t
EMMELINE♠︎♧♠︎♧♠︎♧♠︎♧I couldn’t shake the nightmares that followed. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kaelen’s face… his threats, his twisted ritual… and the terror of that night came rushing back. I tossed and turned in the dark, sweat cooling on my skin as memories of his venomous words and dark promises haunted my sleep. I was so tired of waking up drenched in fear, of being trapped in that endless cycle of horror. Finally, unable to bear another sleepless hour, I climbed out of bed.I wandered the quiet halls of the estate, my feet echoing softly on the cool stone floor. Every shadow seemed to whisper of the past, and every creak of the wooden beams reminded me of promises broken and lives lost. I didn’t know where I was headed; I just needed to get away from my thoughts. I walked aimlessly until I found myself in front of Darius’s room.The door was slightly ajar, the faint glow of lamplight spilling into the corridor. My heart pounded in my ears as I hesitated for a moment. I
DARIUS♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎My side still ached like a son of a bitch, but I couldn't just sit around feeling sorry for myself. Not when there were still threats lurking out there. I called a meeting with Sylas and the strongest warriors in the pack. We gathered in the war room.“Alright,” I started, my voice still a bit rough, but firm. “We need to talk about security. Kaelen was an inside threat, and we dealt with him. But his buddies out there…” I clenched my fist. “We can’t underestimate them. They helped him plan this, they probably expected him to succeed. They might try something else.”Sylas nodded, his expression serious. “Agreed, Alpha. We’ve increased patrols around the Estate borders, and we’re keeping a close eye on anyone who might be connected to Kaelen.”“Good,” I said. “But we need to do more. I want double the guards on the Estate grounds, day and night. Every entrance, every exit. I want eyes everywhere. And I want a rotation schedule so no one gets complacent.”“Understo
EMMELINE’S POV ♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎♧♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎My feet felt heavy as I walked through the familiar halls of the Estate. Everything looked the same, but the air was thick with the lingering tension of what had happened. It was like a ghost of fear still floated around, clinging to the walls and furniture. My own body ached in places I hadn't even realized were bruised, a constant reminder of Kaelen's attack. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in my chest, the raw fear that still flickered in my heart every time I thought about Darius.He was getting stronger, thank goodness. Seeing him lying there, so pale and still… it had been the worst moment of my life. I’d honestly thought I’d lost him. And the thought of it… it still made me want to throw up.As I walked, I noticed some of the servants and pack members who had been… well, *under* Kaelen's thumb, for lack of a better word. They looked nervous, their eyes darting around like they expected to be punished any second. Some
DARIUS’ POV★★★☆★★★My eyelids felt like they were glued together with dried blood and sweat. Every inch of my body screamed in protest as I tried to shift, but a soft weight on my arm stopped me. Emmeline. Her head was resting on the edge of the bed, her dark hair spilling over the white sheets. She looked so damn tired, but her grip on my arm was tight, like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go.A wave of guilt washed over me. She shouldn’t have had to go through this. It was my job to protect her, and I’d almost failed. The memory of Kaelen’s sneering face and the cold steel of his blade flashed in my mind, followed by the searing pain in my side. I clenched my jaw, the anger bubbling up inside me despite my weakened state. That son of a bitch would pay.I managed a weak cough, and Emmeline’s head snapped up. Her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, widened with relief. “Darius!” Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.“Hey,” I croaked, my throat feeling like sandpaper. “You okay?” St
EMMELINE’S POV♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎♧♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎My heart leaped into my throat the second I saw the crimson stain blooming on Darius’s side. “No!” The word ripped from me, a raw, desperate sound. I wanted to run to him, to shield him, to somehow make the blood disappear, but his hand shot out, a silent command. “Stay back, Emmeline,” he grunted, his voice tight with pain.Stay back? How could I? He was bleeding, for goodness sake! My vision swam with unshed tears, and a cold dread coiled in my stomach. And then I saw him – Kaelen. That smug, hateful smile stretched across his face as he took slow, deliberate steps towards Darius. The sight of him, so pleased with himself, made my blood boil despite the terror gripping me.Darius, as stubborn as always, straightened up, his hand pressed against his bleeding side. He swayed a little, and my breath hitched. “You’ll die here, Darius,” Kaelen sneered, his voice laced with satisfaction. Then, he lunged.It happened so fast. One moment Kaelen was stand
EMMELINE♣︎♣︎♣︎♧♣︎♣︎♣︎Ugh, these silver robes felt like they weighed a ton. Every step they made me take felt like dragging myself through thick mud. Weak and tired didn’t even begin to cover it. I was running on fumes, and those fumes were mostly made of sheer stubbornness and the tiny spark of hope that Darius would somehow, someway, find me.They shoved me into this room in the Estate that Kaelen had turned into his creepy ritual chamber. Firelight danced on the walls, making everything look all shadowy and ominous. And there he was, Kaelen, standing there like he owned the damn place, waiting for me. My stomach churned. I tried to keep my face blank, to not let him see how terrified I was, but it was hard. There were other men in the room with him, big and burly, and their presence just amplified the fear that was already clawing at my throat.Kaelen looked at me, a smug look on his face that made my blood boil despite my exhaustion.. “See? I told you she’d come willingly.” He sm
DARIUS’ POV★★★★★★★Seriously, these damn stab wounds still throbbed like a bastard drum. Every time I shifted, it sent a jolt of pain through my side, but I couldn’t stay still. Emmeline needed me. The image of her terrified face when Kaelen’s goons dragged her away kept flashing in my mind. That bastard wasn't going to mark her under the full moon. I won’t let that happen.Sylas fussed over me, trying to get me to lie back down, but I waved him off. “I’m fine,” I lied, the words catching in my throat. Fine? I felt like I'd been ripped apart and put back together with rusty nails. But compared to what Emmeline must be going through, this pain was nothing.“You’re bleeding again, Darius,” Sylas said, his voice laced with concern. Lately he’s been my closest friend, more like my right-hand man. He knew the way I loved Emmeline, knew how much she meant to me. “Doesn’t matter,” I grunted, pushing myself up to a sitting position against the rough bark of a tree. The forest floor was damp
EMMELINE’S POV☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆His roar shook the very air around me. I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut as the sound bounced off the walls of this… this prison. Vases shattered against the wall, the heavy wooden chair he’d been sitting on splintered into pieces as he hurled it across the room. I flinched with every crash, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Darius’s failed rescue attempt had lit a fire in him that I hadn’t seen before, a wild, uncontrollable rage that was now directed squarely at me, even though I hadn't done a damn thing.“You stupid girl!” he bellowed, his voice thick with fury. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I just curled in on myself, wishing I could disappear, become invisible.His footsteps came closer, heavy and menacing. I could feel his presence looming over me. “Look at me!” he snarled, and I finally forced my eyes open. His face was contorted with rage, his eyes blazing with a dangerous light.“That… that idiot!” He yelled, and another crash fo
DARIUS’S POV☆☆☆☆☆☆☆“Darius?” She whispered, her voice filled with disbelief.“Emmeline,” I breathed, my heart aching at the sight of her. She looked pale and thinner. Her eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were clouded with fear.“How… how did you get here?” she asked, taking a step towards me.“Who's there!?”A guard appeared in the doorway before I could respond, his eyes widening in alarm. I could see his eyes narrow as he reached for his weapon.“Intruder!” he yelled, raising his weapon.“Get behind me, Emmeline!” I shouted, pushing her back.The guard lunged, and I met him head-on. He was strong, but I was fueled by adrenaline and pure, unadulterated rage. We exchanged a few brutal blows. I blocked his punch and drove my fist into his gut. He doubled over, groaning. I didn’t wait—I kicked him in the side, sending him sprawling to the ground, his weapon clattering away.But the noise had attracted attention. I could hear more guards approaching, their heavy footsteps poun