Her gaze flickered over her image in the mirror one more time. She ran her hands over her flat tummy. In the red suit pants and jacket she was wearing, she seemed to appear fierce and confident; everything that she was currently not. She looked up at her hair. The blonde strands had been tied above her head in a stiff ponytail. Her baby hair edges were perfectly laid by Emily, who she had woken up two hours ago to get it done. Roxanne had repeated her mock interview in front of her mirror over and over, still, she was worried. Perhaps it was because of how sharp a contrast her red lipstick was from her complexion. Emily had said it would complete her "I'm the best woman for this job so don't fuck with me and pass such an opportunity" look. Roxanne didn't know if she agreed or not, what she knew now, was that she was nervous as fuck. It was funny how she had long awaited this day, the day where she would finally be allowed to take a leap back into the labour force of the United Stat
When Roxanne stepped feet into the room, one thing and one thing only continued to ring in her head. "Run, you do not belong here." Roxanne fought to steady her gaze on one thing in particular, but it was hard. This office was the definition of exquisite. High and white polished walls, a rich mahogany wooden table that curved at both ends. At the other end of the table, seven people - four men and three women - were seated, eyes fixed on her. Roxanne fought to tear her gaze away from the fine sculpture of the globe that rested at the end of the wall. She wondered what Emily would have to say about the sculpture; it was rich indeed. When she finally managed to keep her eyes on the faces of the people in front of her, she took deep breaths in before resting her gaze on an elderly man. She only wondered if he was the CEO. Alexander had been about his age. The man adjusted his spectacles and narrowed his eyes on Roxanne. She swallowed hard and looked away from him, sending her gaze
Roxanne walked out of the office, right behind the lady in green. She could not believe her eyes, or her ears. Everything she had worked for, prepared for, studied for, drank two cups of coffee and put her bowel health to the line for, had just come to and end. And all because of him. As she headed straight for the elevator, Roxanne gripped her files in her left hand and managed to dab her eyes with the back of her right palm. What was she to do now? What was the next step to take? She had invested a lot of time and faith in this interview, and it had been going well... It would have gone well if it had not been for him.Why? Why did he decide to show up in her life after such a long time? She was certain he of all people knew that she was well qualified for the job. She had answered all the questions correctly. Not only correctly, even to the extent that it had impressed the board. At least, the rest of the board, besides him. Roxanne was certain she would have been able to answ
Lancelot could not say he was surprised to see her in the elevator after the doors spread open. After her mock show of an interview, he got bored and decided to leave. After all, he had fulfilled his purpose for coming here; to make her feel the same pain he had felt after she slipped out of his bed without notice. Not even the courtesy of a goodbye. Seeing her here again, infuriated him. Why was she not out of the premises yet? But he did not ask her. Instead, he stepped into the elevator and stood beside her.He made sure that he did not so much as glance at her. Lancelot was not sure Ziko would be able to control himself if their eyes met. Truthfully, it was not Ziko he feared, it was himself. With all that he felt for her, he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself if he looked at her. The last time they had been alone together...He shook his head, he wouldn't think about it. He would not think about her. "I didn't peg you to be the type of man who could not separa
He did not know what to do when the words rolled out of her tongue, and hit his ears with a loud bang. "I refused to fuck him!" She screamed aloud. He paused, stopped walking. Every element of time froze for him. His jaw tightened, his teeth clenched, and he hid his fist inside his pockets so she wouldn't see them curve into balls. Then, he turned to her. He had thought her to be a coward, a lying coward for what she had done. But, now that she was standing there, visibly distraught and in pain that only she could comprehend. In her eyes, he saw that everything she had spoken might have been true. There was pain, desperation, and beams of memories she wanted to erase. He was angry. But within him, Ziko growled restlessly. How dare him? Whoever it was that had dared to come close to her in such a manner would pay for it. But, there was no way he could soften up now. Not when he was yet to feel the satisfaction of his vengeance. And so, when he opened his mouth to speak, he di
After he had turned his back to her, Roxanne stood there, transfixed to a spot. She hoped, and hoped that he would turn back and look at her. That his eyes would rest on her with anything; she would not even mind pity, if that meant he would have mercy and offer her the job. She couldn't find it in her to turn around and go home. Emily was waiting for her with ears itching for goodnews, how could she go back to her with tears in her eyes again? Alas, when he was out of sight, Roxanne fought the urge to run after him, and turned on her heels as well. There was nothing she could do anymore. What was left to do was go back home and try again. She would keep trying until she finally won. Perhaps, this was the universe telling her that being an employee to a man you had a one night stand with, was a bad idea. She walked back to where Emily's car was parked and entered into it. Even as she sat alone in the car, she still felt the tingling sensation she felt in the pit of her stomach
At exactly 4:30 pm, Roxanne made sure she was corporately dressed. She tucked her credential files into her hand bag and left the house. As she drove through the night traffic of the city, she hoped that this would not be another futile effort on her part. If Rayla was so sure of the man...she stopped to think. Wasn't that supposed to be a warning sign? Roxanne shrugged. It was 5:05 when she stepped into the restaurant, the first eyes she met seemed to recognise her, because they beamed with smiles. She swallowed hard, if he recognised her, it could only mean that he was the man Rayla spoke about. Jeremy Spears. He rose to wave at her. Roxanne took deep breaths in and out as she walked to him. She had to admit, he was tall and quite attractive. But, she had taken in a lot today to take note of his features. She wanted to get this meeting done with and go back home to her bed. When she stood in front the table, he moved to draw out a chair for her and stood until she had settled
Lancelot had decided, after a brief meeting with Peter, to have dinner outside the hotel. He decided he was going to drive to a Michelin restaurant, where he would enjoy good wine alone and think. He really needed to think. So, at exactly 5:45pm, Lancelot was dressed to leave. He let Peter know he would like to have a personal and private tour of the city. It was a lie, he needed the breeze, the buzz of New York night time to clear his head. There was a lot going on in it. As he drove, Lancelot remained calm - or at least he tried to. He would find a way to piece everything together and..."Mate!" Ziko's cry interrupted his line of thoughts. Lancelot frowned. He was going to continue driving, but Ziko's next cry was more pressing, more urgent. "She's here! Stop!" With that, Lancelot brought the car to a halt after swerving to the left side of the road. He parked beside a side walk. He was visibly annoyed as he looked around the him. There was no sight of Roxanne. Just then, th
EPILOGUE FIVE YEARS LATER **************"Tehilah, get back here this instant!" Roxanne screamed at the top of her voice, whole laughter erupted from around the table. The five year old didn't mind her mother, she continued to run eagerly towards her father, who held her three year old younger brother in his arms as he stepped into the dinning room. "Daddy and Jojo!" She screamed out loud, when she griiped Lancelot's leg. Lancelot's eyes rose up from his daughter and rested on Roxanne's frowning face. "The girl is just happy to see me, which is more than she's been to see you." Lancelot teased and everyone at the table laughed, Roxanne's scowl deepened. "Ouuuuu, burner!" Hera screamed out loud, and everyone laughed again. Peter squeezed the top of her lap to show her that Roxanne wasn't smiling. Peter and Hera had been together, and were now a married couple. Peter had gotten a very big promotion; from Lancelot's personal assistant, to his beta wolf. And Hera was right by his sid
LATER THAT NIGHT was the mating ritual; the ritual of bonding. The palace was in high spirits, and the chief priest was invited to perform the ritual. Eloise and Marion, the two elderly women in the palace stayed with the priest to get things ready, while Madeline and Edward, along with the rest of the Dankworth house got themselves ready to attend. Peter was in Lancelot's chambers, putting all necessary things in order, while Emily stayed with her best friend, and finally had the guts - after her sloppy discussion with James - to take care of her "chief bridesmaid" duties. At exactly eleven PM, both bride and groom were ready for their precession. Lancelot was the first to be ushered down the stairs, out of the palace and into the courtyard, where the ritual was to take place under the full moon. The ground was set; royal woven stools placed side by side, in front of a large fire place. The members of the Dankworth family were behind him, while the musicians and dancers played and
In the middle of the heightened song and dance, James grabbed a bottle of champagne before he slipped out of the banquet hall, went up the stairs and into a dark corridor he did not recognize - at least, not in his state - without anyone noticing. No one would miss his presence after all, not after the man of the moment had just made his grand announcement. With his sloppy steps and regrettable dance moves, he was able to keep the champagne bottle under his armpit for five minutes. The man was drunk out of his mind. All he had done since the part started was down glasses of champagne without speaking to anyone. When he got to the corridor, he leaned against the wall and slid all the way to the ground, until his butt touched the hard floor, he winced in pain. "You definitely had that coming for ya." He heard a female voice say. James would have jerked up, since he didn't see anyone there before he entered, but he was way above the clouds to bother about that right now. He corked h
SIX DAYS LATER The big party Emily had spoke about was happening today, even if no one knew exactly what the party was about, Roxanne was pumped to finally celebrate with Lancelot. It had been long since she did that. So, when she woke up in the morning and found three maids staring at her, Roxanne was more than surprised. It was just a party, why did they treat her as though she were a bride getting dressed for her wedding? She asked herself. After greeting her, two of the maids offered her green tea and stood still while watching her drink the tea. When she was done, they helped her get up, undressed her, and ushered her into the bathroom, where warm rose water waited for her. She had not even been given the time to update Emily, who stayed in the next room, about what was going on. After a massage in the rose water, she was scrubbed and thoroughly cleaned. Roxanne felt like a stubborn five year old baby when one of the maids asked her to lift her foot up so she could scrub it.
Peter had barely had time to check his phone in the course of the last few days. Everything that had happened in the palace, from the poisoning attempt, to the death of the maid, Lancelot's fake Luna crowning ceremony, Ava's arrest and Garrett's banishment, to the post effects of all those events, Peter had finally found a day of rest..While Lancelot was preparing to tell his family the real truth about all that had happened to Roxanne, and what he intended to do next, Peter was given some free time to clear his head and get his issues sorted out. That was how he was able to sit on his bed in the guest chambers and go through his phone. And, that was how he was able to see the countless missed calls and messages that had been sent in by an unknown number. He was perplexed, while wondering who the person was, and what he or she wanted from him. It wasn't until he opened the first message and read the first line aloud, that he knew who the messages were from. Hera, he thought out lou
"Girl, don't tell me you're still asleep!" That was the first thing Roxanne heard, before Emily sent a pillow crashing down on her head. She groaned in pain - let it be known that she felt no pain, the pillow was filled with feathers - and sat up slowly, scrubbing her eyes with the back of her palms. Roxanne and Emily broke into laughter when they stared at each other in their pyjamas. They had missed each other an awful lot. The past three days if being together had taught both of them the true value of real friendship. With Emily around, Roxanne felt like no matter what happened, she would always have a home to run back to. Emily was everything to her; her best friend and her family, and she would not ever take that for granted. Emily, on the otherhand, felt the same way for Roxanne. They had spent so much time apart, but none of that had affected their friendship. Roxanne had been the only person Emily had ever let close to her, and she had not disappointed. Just like Roxanne, Em
The past three days had been hectic for every single member of the Dankworth house. While Lancelot was burdened with the role of acting sulky and vengeful over Roxanne's "demise", he was also saddled with the responsibility of preparing himself for his Luna picking ceremony with Ava. Whom, he now utterly despised and couldn't wait to get rid of. However, despite all that was going on, he was glad that he had finally gotten Roxanne, and that she was safe. He has sent Emily over to her and given the women his black card to do as their hearts seemed fit on this auspicious day. The day he would finally be putting an end to all their problems. He simply couldn't wait. Lancelot had noticed that his mother's mood had been better in the past few days. Now that Roxanne was out of the way, and Lancelot and Ava's ceremony around the corner, the future she had meticulously planned for her son, was finally here. The goddess had taken away all obstacles, and now, everything would be back to norma
Hera touched down at London's airport at exactly 3:00pm that day. She took a deep breath in before shading her eyes with her huge sunglasses. She was away from Greece, granted, but she didn't know how long it would be until Ahab sent spies into London to look for her. That was the same reason why she couldn't go to the palace, at least not until she was sure of what to do. She couldn't risk endangering Peter's life, or the life of anyone else in the palace. Yes, werewolves were strong, but Ahab - no matter how old he might be - was the grand master of witches. That meant, he was the most treacherous, sneaky, evil and wisest of them all - except her mother of course. Then again, even Athaliah had a lot to say about her leaving. As she pulled her luggage towards the entrance of the airport, where cabs waited for passengers, she couldn't help but replay her last conversation with her mother, before she took off. "You do not know what you're playing with. Do you think Ahab would sit s
"What?" Emily yelled out, she sprung up from her bed and rushed to meet Lancelot. Peter, who was seated beside her, rose up and rushed to his boss as well. "What's happening your grace?" He asked, scanning Lancelot's appearance. His boss was visibly shaking, while his facial features looked squeezed with rage. "The pasta, was poisoned...Roxanne." Emily's eyes widened with horror as she held on to Lancelot's shirt, tears gathered in her eyelids immediately. She did not want to believe her ears. "What do you mean by Roxanne? What's going on?"Peter sensed that something wasn't right. He drew Emily back from Lancelot's body and cuffed her in his arms. Lancelot stood straight before turning away from them, while Emily threw curses at him. If anything had happened to Roxanne, she would not hesitate to burn this entire palace to the ground, she swore it. "She's alive, come on, let's go." Lancelot said as he walked briskly out of the room. Relief washed over Peter, and Emily managed to