Emma and Damien found themselves in a quieter part of town. The sun was beginning to lower into the horizon.
They parked discreetly near an old unassuming borough. The area was a stark contrast to the bustling city they had just left behind.
Emma’s nerves were frayed. Her finger drummed restlessly on the dashboard as she kept her eyes glued on the entrance of a dimly lit bar across the street.
“What do you think she's up to this time?” Emma asked, her voice was tight with tension.
“Whatever it is, we are going to find out,” Damien replied simply. “Just stay sharp, okay?” he added, leaning back in his seat, his gaze unwavering.
They sat in grave silence until Ever finally stepped out of a sleek car, her confidence radiating in the way she carried herself.
Emma couldn’t tear her eyes away as her sister strode purposefully toward the bar.
Ever paused briefly at the entrance, a flicker of unease crossing her face. Something felt wrong.
She scanned the surroundings but she couldn't find anything more than the usual people passing by.
Shaking off her discomfort, she entered the bar and made her way to the back where a group of people were waiting for her, perhaps her friend.
The dim lighting of the bar cast an ominous glow over their faces and their hushed voices carried an air of conspiracy.
Ever's uneasiness was evident in her eyes as she greeted her friend with a fake smile trying to cover up what was swirling inside of her.
They replied to her and each of them returned to their chat. A few people were trying to raise a conversation with Ever but her mind wasn’t calm. It was as if someone was watching over them but she couldn’t lay a hand on who it could be.
“Ever,” one of her friends urgently tapped her shoulder “What happened? You look unsettled,” she added bringing out a smile from her pocket.
She lit it up and puffed, throughout the process Ever was only staring without saying anything.
“Don’t want to share?” The girl pressed further removing the smoke from her lips.
“I don't know why, but I feel like something is off” she finally confessed when she couldn’t take it anymore. She leaned closer to the table, taking a sip from the drink in front of her.
“Since Emma came back, I've not felt safe in my own home. It felt like she was watching me,” Her voice was low, almost like a whisper, but the urge of anxiety was unmistakable in her voice.
“ You are overthinking this, friend. Everything has been handled. There's no reason for her to suspect anything. Just put your mind at rest,” One of her friends chimed in, a tall woman with sharp eyes.
“She just tells you the truth, Ever, Focus on what matters, which is your work. If you were able to handle the job perfectly, you'd be untouchable, no matter who is against you,” Another one chimed in with a light voice.
Their words were meant to reassure her, but Ever could not shake the thought off her chest.
“Maybe you guys are right,” she muttered, taking a sip from the drink in front of her.
The conversation at the table was light, but Ever’s mind remained elsewhere.
She suddenly gestured toward a barista standing nearby. “Please, can you check if anyone has been looking for me? Just look around the area and let me know if anything seems out of place,” she instructed, her voice barely steady.
The barista nodded and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Ever tried to distract herself with small talk as her friends attempted to cheer her up, but her mind stayed on high alert.
After several minutes, the barista returned and leaned down to her level. “No one is looking for you, ma’am. You’re safe. There are no suspicious cars parked outside either,” he said calmly.
Relief washed over her, but it was fleeting. She nodded, murmured thanks, and resumed sipping her drink, her mind already planning her next move.
“We told you to calm your nerves, you are just overthinking the situation,” her friend who seemed to overhear the conversation between her and the Barista chimed in.
“I just want to be sure,” she replied.
Outside, Emma and Damien watched from their car, frustration etched on their faces. They couldn’t hear what was being said, and their patience was wearing thin.
“What is taking so long?” Emma muttered, her fingers tapping anxiously on the steering wheel.
Damien glanced over at her and shook his head. “Just be calm? We can’t rush this. She’s careful. If she senses we’re onto her, she’ll disappear. Trust me, I have a plan for her. Soon, you’ll see.”
Emma followed his gaze, trying to make sense of Damien’s cryptic words. “What do you mean, ‘ You have a plan for her? Which is?”
She asked but Damien just brushed her off.
“You don't have to worry about that. When the time comes, you are going to understand,” he replied.
Emma didn’t press further. She simply nodded
Minutes ticked by and Emma's patient started wearing thin. She started thinking if Ever had just come out to enjoy herself and they’d been overthinking.
“give me a second. I’ll be right back.” Damien suddenly uttered, stepping out of the car before Emma could even raise her voice.
He walked to the bar, hiding in a corner his eyes searching the bar until they glued on Ever
She saw Ever sister approach the barista to pay for her drink. She handed over her card, and the barista swiped it through the machine.
But then, the barista pulled the card out, handing it back to her. “Miss, your card was declined.”
Emma froze, her face draining of color. “That’s impossible,” she murmured, her lips going pale. She turned around, searching for her friend’s eyes, desperate for some explanation.
She fumbled for her purse, pulling out another card. The barista inserted it into the machine again, only to return it moments later.
“I'm sorry but this one did not go through either.”
Ever froze in disbelief as the barista repeated the words; “Both cards declined.” Her stomach dropped, and her friends around the table exchanged uneasy glances as if exchanging words with their eyes.“That can’t be right,” Ever murmured, digging into her bag to find another card. Her fingers fumbled through its contents, but she found nothing. Panic began to rise as she tried to make sense of what was happening.Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the tension. “Are you alright?”Ever turned quickly, startled to see Damien standing behind her. He stepped closer, his expression calm but laced with concern.“Yeah… I’ll be fine,” Ever replied hesitantly, brushing imaginary dust from her clothes.“I can see you’ve got a lot on your plate,” Damien said smoothly, his reassuring smile oddly disarming. “Let me help you out.”Before Ever could respond, Damien reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black card. “Here. Use this to cover the bill. You can return it when we get home,”
Ever stood before her parents. Their disappointed eyes bore into hers. It was a feeling she had grown all too familiar with over few weeks. But today, it felt more heavier. Her mother’s voice was sharp as she scolded her. “Ever, this behavior is completely unacceptable. Do you have any idea what you have done? This childish altercation with Emma it’s unbecoming.” Her voice was calm, controlled, but it cut through her like a blade. Ever could barely look at her. Her mother’s cold gaze was a reflection of everything she had never been able to say. She had spent days trying to earn their approval, maybe hoping something would go back to the way it used to be. But no matter what she did, it was never enough. Emma was now the shiniest star in the family now. She wondered when everything became this unbearable.“You are acting like a child,” her father’s voice rang out. His tone was reprimanding. “You should know better than to engage in petty arguments. I expect more from you, Ever.” It
Ever staggered further into the house, her alcohol-laden breath filling the room. Her parents exchanged uneasy glances, their disapproval of her drunken state briefly overshadowed by Emma’s worsening condition.When they took a glimpse look at Emma, who was lying down on the couch her breath was quicken. And she trembled uncontrollably. Her skin was pale and damp with sweat. “Ever,” her father said sharply, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and command. “Your sister is very sick. Do something!”Ever smirked bitterly, her eyes glassy yet somewhat sharp with simmering resentment. “Why would I do anything for her?” she slurred, her voice laced with defiance. “You’ve made it clear who the real child is. You don’t care about me,” she said mockingly, as if the situation was a joke to her.Her mother’s face tightened, but for a moment, there was no anger, only desperation. “Ever,” she pleaded, her voice softer now, “please, we’re sorry if we’ve hurt you. But Emma, she’s your sister
After they had finished calling Damien and explained the situation to him, he promised to return home immediately. They waited patiently in the sitting room, desperately praying that he would arrive in time before anything worse happened. Emma was still in shock over what Ever had told her. She could not believe her sister could be so cruel. She stared at her from where she stood, her face held a smugly smiling, arms crossed, and her taunting expression almost unbearable for Emma. Emma wondered what her sister would gain from ruining or possibly ending her life.Her thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly sprang open, revealing Damien, who strode into the room with determination. The atmosphere in the sitting room shifted instantly. He held a small, ornate vial in his hand, his gaze steady as it landed on Emma’s frail form.“Perfect timing,” Damien said coolly, walking toward her.Emma's parents moved aside, relief washing over their faces. “Damien thank goodness you are
It was finally the day of the party. Emma stood proudly in front of the giant mirror in her bedroom. Her finger trembled slightly as she adjusted the dress. It was an elegant deep midnight blue. Something that seemed almost too perfect for the occasion was exactly what she needed. The dress helped her figure in all the right ways, and for the first time in days, she looked and felt different again. From a far cry from the feverish trembling woman she would be just a few short days ago. She stared at her reflection, taking in the change her skin had regained its colour. Her cheeks were no longer pale, and her eyes would no longer carry the haunt pain filled against the heart before. She was strong now, at least physically strong, and the weight of her on her shoulders seemed to have lightened a little bit. Though she knew deep down that the real battle weighed. Tonight, she would expose her sister's cruelty, no matter the cost. The door to her room suddenly creaked open, and her mothe
The clock struck exactly 7 p.m., marking the full swing of the Moon feast . Emma stood elegantly before the grand door of the event, her breath caught in her chest. Her heart pounded at the sight before her. The night had finally arrived the night she had been planning for. With one smooth motion, she smoothed the fabric of her dress. Standing at the wooden door, she took one last breath and pushed it open.Inside, the venue was electric. The sound of music filled the air, and a gentle hum of conversation weaved through the crowd as she stepped further into the room. Everywhere she looked, women were adjusting their dresses, tugging at their hair, and perfecting their appearances. Everywhere seems thick with anticipation, each one of the ladies vying for attention. They laughed, whispered, and even boldly called dibs on who would claim the twins’ attention.Emma could feel it all, the sharp glances, the whispers, the subtle but undeniable competition. But she didn’t let it faze her.
Emma’s hand danced across the keyboard as she typed the message: “They’re acting strange… I mean the twins. Ever has done something to them. They don’t even see me. What do I do?” After double-checking the message, she hit send. The response came almost instantly as if Damien had been waiting for her message.“Drink the vial I gave you; it will neutralize whatever is wrong with them, he replied.”Emma stared at his screen, her heart pounding. She had not intended to use the Vial on herself, but if it were the only way to break through whatever spell Ever had cast, she would do it. Before she could make a move, the door to the venue opened once more, and her parents walked in. The arrival caused a ripple of whispers among the guests. Emma felt a surge of relief mixed with dread as they made their way toward the high table.Her father’s face was calm, but her mother’s sharp gaze swept over the room, landing on Ever and the twins. Emma watched as her parents approached the trio.Her mot
The next day, a meeting was arranged by the Alpha, who invited Emma to the pack house. She got prepared early in the morning. When she was about to leave the house, she saw Ever glaring at her hatefully, but she did not even care. She met her father and mother in the sitting room the one who gave her words of advice and told her not to disrespect either the Alpha or the twins, she promised not to do anything to annoy them. She went to the pack house with a trembling mind and a thought full of prayer. When she got there, she was welcomed by the maid, who took her to the Alpha.When she got to the Alpha’s office, she and the Alpha exchanged a pleasant greeting, and the Alpha led her to where the meeting would be held. On their way, the Alpha and Emma conversed, he asked if she loved the twins. She told the Alpha that she loved them, especially when she knew they were her mates.The Alpha did not press forward and went to where the meeting would be commerce in a spacious portable ha
Emma woke up the next day and began loading her luggage She was excited with the thought of moving to the pack. She remembered the conversation she had with her parents the other day when her mother encouraged her and told her not to disobey or be rude to either the Alpha or the twins. Her mother had made her promise that, no matter what the twins did to her, she would let everything happen naturally and wouldn’t try to force herself on them, just as the Alpha had advised.She was about to close her luggage when her mom entered with a smile."Good morning, darling," she said, pulling her to a tight hug. They embraced as Emma inhaled the comforting scent of her mother’s shampoo. They departed from the hug, her mom glanced at the luggage then to her with sadness. "Oh, so it is finally happening," her mom said. Emma pouted her lips, sitting down on the bed. "I can't believe this either," she said, looking around the room. "I’m really going to miss this place.” Her mother nodded. “Of c
The next day, a meeting was arranged by the Alpha, who invited Emma to the pack house. She got prepared early in the morning. When she was about to leave the house, she saw Ever glaring at her hatefully, but she did not even care. She met her father and mother in the sitting room the one who gave her words of advice and told her not to disrespect either the Alpha or the twins, she promised not to do anything to annoy them. She went to the pack house with a trembling mind and a thought full of prayer. When she got there, she was welcomed by the maid, who took her to the Alpha.When she got to the Alpha’s office, she and the Alpha exchanged a pleasant greeting, and the Alpha led her to where the meeting would be held. On their way, the Alpha and Emma conversed, he asked if she loved the twins. She told the Alpha that she loved them, especially when she knew they were her mates.The Alpha did not press forward and went to where the meeting would be commerce in a spacious portable ha
Emma’s hand danced across the keyboard as she typed the message: “They’re acting strange… I mean the twins. Ever has done something to them. They don’t even see me. What do I do?” After double-checking the message, she hit send. The response came almost instantly as if Damien had been waiting for her message.“Drink the vial I gave you; it will neutralize whatever is wrong with them, he replied.”Emma stared at his screen, her heart pounding. She had not intended to use the Vial on herself, but if it were the only way to break through whatever spell Ever had cast, she would do it. Before she could make a move, the door to the venue opened once more, and her parents walked in. The arrival caused a ripple of whispers among the guests. Emma felt a surge of relief mixed with dread as they made their way toward the high table.Her father’s face was calm, but her mother’s sharp gaze swept over the room, landing on Ever and the twins. Emma watched as her parents approached the trio.Her mot
The clock struck exactly 7 p.m., marking the full swing of the Moon feast . Emma stood elegantly before the grand door of the event, her breath caught in her chest. Her heart pounded at the sight before her. The night had finally arrived the night she had been planning for. With one smooth motion, she smoothed the fabric of her dress. Standing at the wooden door, she took one last breath and pushed it open.Inside, the venue was electric. The sound of music filled the air, and a gentle hum of conversation weaved through the crowd as she stepped further into the room. Everywhere she looked, women were adjusting their dresses, tugging at their hair, and perfecting their appearances. Everywhere seems thick with anticipation, each one of the ladies vying for attention. They laughed, whispered, and even boldly called dibs on who would claim the twins’ attention.Emma could feel it all, the sharp glances, the whispers, the subtle but undeniable competition. But she didn’t let it faze her.
It was finally the day of the party. Emma stood proudly in front of the giant mirror in her bedroom. Her finger trembled slightly as she adjusted the dress. It was an elegant deep midnight blue. Something that seemed almost too perfect for the occasion was exactly what she needed. The dress helped her figure in all the right ways, and for the first time in days, she looked and felt different again. From a far cry from the feverish trembling woman she would be just a few short days ago. She stared at her reflection, taking in the change her skin had regained its colour. Her cheeks were no longer pale, and her eyes would no longer carry the haunt pain filled against the heart before. She was strong now, at least physically strong, and the weight of her on her shoulders seemed to have lightened a little bit. Though she knew deep down that the real battle weighed. Tonight, she would expose her sister's cruelty, no matter the cost. The door to her room suddenly creaked open, and her mothe
After they had finished calling Damien and explained the situation to him, he promised to return home immediately. They waited patiently in the sitting room, desperately praying that he would arrive in time before anything worse happened. Emma was still in shock over what Ever had told her. She could not believe her sister could be so cruel. She stared at her from where she stood, her face held a smugly smiling, arms crossed, and her taunting expression almost unbearable for Emma. Emma wondered what her sister would gain from ruining or possibly ending her life.Her thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly sprang open, revealing Damien, who strode into the room with determination. The atmosphere in the sitting room shifted instantly. He held a small, ornate vial in his hand, his gaze steady as it landed on Emma’s frail form.“Perfect timing,” Damien said coolly, walking toward her.Emma's parents moved aside, relief washing over their faces. “Damien thank goodness you are
Ever staggered further into the house, her alcohol-laden breath filling the room. Her parents exchanged uneasy glances, their disapproval of her drunken state briefly overshadowed by Emma’s worsening condition.When they took a glimpse look at Emma, who was lying down on the couch her breath was quicken. And she trembled uncontrollably. Her skin was pale and damp with sweat. “Ever,” her father said sharply, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and command. “Your sister is very sick. Do something!”Ever smirked bitterly, her eyes glassy yet somewhat sharp with simmering resentment. “Why would I do anything for her?” she slurred, her voice laced with defiance. “You’ve made it clear who the real child is. You don’t care about me,” she said mockingly, as if the situation was a joke to her.Her mother’s face tightened, but for a moment, there was no anger, only desperation. “Ever,” she pleaded, her voice softer now, “please, we’re sorry if we’ve hurt you. But Emma, she’s your sister
Ever stood before her parents. Their disappointed eyes bore into hers. It was a feeling she had grown all too familiar with over few weeks. But today, it felt more heavier. Her mother’s voice was sharp as she scolded her. “Ever, this behavior is completely unacceptable. Do you have any idea what you have done? This childish altercation with Emma it’s unbecoming.” Her voice was calm, controlled, but it cut through her like a blade. Ever could barely look at her. Her mother’s cold gaze was a reflection of everything she had never been able to say. She had spent days trying to earn their approval, maybe hoping something would go back to the way it used to be. But no matter what she did, it was never enough. Emma was now the shiniest star in the family now. She wondered when everything became this unbearable.“You are acting like a child,” her father’s voice rang out. His tone was reprimanding. “You should know better than to engage in petty arguments. I expect more from you, Ever.” It
Ever froze in disbelief as the barista repeated the words; “Both cards declined.” Her stomach dropped, and her friends around the table exchanged uneasy glances as if exchanging words with their eyes.“That can’t be right,” Ever murmured, digging into her bag to find another card. Her fingers fumbled through its contents, but she found nothing. Panic began to rise as she tried to make sense of what was happening.Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the tension. “Are you alright?”Ever turned quickly, startled to see Damien standing behind her. He stepped closer, his expression calm but laced with concern.“Yeah… I’ll be fine,” Ever replied hesitantly, brushing imaginary dust from her clothes.“I can see you’ve got a lot on your plate,” Damien said smoothly, his reassuring smile oddly disarming. “Let me help you out.”Before Ever could respond, Damien reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black card. “Here. Use this to cover the bill. You can return it when we get home,”