Amelia's POVThere was a book that I read once that said that it had taken only one push for the lead protagonist to fall into insanity and become the antagonist. I was only fifteen then and that was before Cassius banned Elizabeth from giving me books to read. Something about giving me wings to fly and him needing to make sure that they were clipped. Why was I remembering that book? It was because I was sure, without a shadow of doubt that I was going insane. I didn't know how to explain it to even myself but I was certain that what was happening to me was not normal. It had been five days since I had woken up on my bed even though my last memory had been entering the bathtub, a new handkerchief beside me, and being covered in blankets from head to toe, a gown slipped over my head. Quite normal, right? Yeah, it should have been if it was Elizabeth or Blair that had worn a dress for me and covered me with a blanket, but both of them swore that they had done no such thing when I had
Amelia's POVWhatever Cassius wanted, he got. That was the thought I had as I continued to massage him while he slept. At some point, he stopped sleeping on his chest while I massaged his back. Now he had turned to sleep on his back so I was kneeling where his head was, massaging his shoulders. He slept so peacefully for someone that was a murderer. For someone that gave other people nightmares, he slept so soundly. His handsome face looked so innocent in slumber, it would have been difficult to believe that this man was capable of such vile behavior if he had not shown me exactly who he was over and over again. But more than that, Cassius falling asleep with my hands rubbing his shoulders made me feel a big sense of grief. Grief because it was someone else that I wanted here in the moment and not him. But that someone was gone. It didn't stop a stray tear from trickling down my cheek as I remembered just how happy I had been in the very few moments that we had spent together. I
Amelia's POV"What do you mean?" I asked Charlotte, the maid that I had asked to stay with me while I slept and when her eyes widened and her lips shook, I had a strong urge to scream in frustration. "I swear, no one came in last night, miss. I swear." She said, her voice shaking and I glared daggers at her because what was the whole point of asking her to keep watch if she saw nothing? But that was not even why I was upset. "Then how can you explain the handkerchief by the window and the blanket used to cover me? You said it wasn't you who covered me with it? So who did? A ghost? A spirit?" I yelled. Even though I felt bad for being angry with her, this was a matter that I had given her my trust to help me figure out. And she had not even made a single effort to help. If she didn't see anybody then how did both of these things end up happening?"I'm so sorry, miss. But I swear that I was up all night. I didn't sleep a wink. I don't know what happened. I did not see a single soul."
Amelia's POVIt was officially the worst day, well night of my life. Looking back, I tried to remember if there was any day that could transcend today but not even the deaths of my mate and my unborn child could win against tonight. Because tonight, I was going to be exchanging vows with the man that had killed my loved ones. I was going to be marrying the man that murdered my best friend, my mate, and aborted my child. For the five maids that were helping me dress up though, this was supposed to be the happiest night of my life because they were all smiles and nervous giggles as they helped me prepare to sign away my life to a monster, not that they knew he was one. Save for me, Elizabeth, and Blair, everyone else in this mansion was beaming with joy at this auspicious occasion. I felt like throwing up as they touched me everywhere. When I looked up at the clock, I saw that it had been almost an hour since they came into this room and started to help me get ready. Trapped. More t
Amelia's POVYou know that one moment when you think your entire life is about to change and then it does change but not in the way you thought it was going to happen?That was what was going on right now as the doors to the hall were flung open and Damien walked into the ceremony. I had to be dreaming. I had to be. This had to be one long dream that I was not waking up from, but the problem now was this. How could I have been dreaming for so long? How could Damien be standing right there, alive and breathing? Cassius' hand as he pulled me behind him forcefully was very much real because he dug his claws into my skin hard enough to draw blood. He snarled at Damien who was standing at the entrance of the door with so many men behind him, some of which I recognized. I was sure that I could see Cassius' lips move from the side of my eye but all I could stare at, all I could look at was Damien. I looked at my hands and back at him in disbelief. I had watched him die. My hands had been
Cassius's POV“Do you, Amelia, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”So close. I had been so close to finally getting what I wanted. And then the werewolf had arrived and crashed the wedding. My wedding. No one crashed my wedding. No one ruined my plans and got away scot-free, not without my permission. Even as a child, whatever I wanted was what I got. No questions asked, no one could dare oppose me or try to even question my capabilities. After all, I was Cassius, one of the strongest vampires in the supernatural community. No one took what was mine. No one had dared to, except this obstinate werewolf who was currently growling at me, on my own wedding day to a woman that had always been mine. A woman that should have never even had anything to do with him, a woman who thanks to him had suddenly started having dreams. Dreams that only sought to take her far away from me. Removing my jacket and rolling up my sleeves, sure that my men would arrive to take care of the
Amelia's POVMy eyes felt very heavy and I could hear voices all around me as I tried to open them slowly, some were familiar and others were not. As I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, my ears finally registered one of the voices that I had been hearing around me and my eyes widened as memories came rushing down. The wedding. The attack. My escape from Goodman. Elena appearing and trying to rescue me. Elena! The voice belonged to Elena. I jumped and nearly fell out of the bed but hands held me and kept me from falling, helping me to sit up. When they sat beside me on either side of the bed, my eyes widened in surprise and joy. Elizabeth and Blair were sitting on my left and on my right was my best friend who had come back from the dead. My best friend, Elena. "How are you feeling?" She asked. The twinkle in her eyes that I had thought I would never be able to see was as present as ever and I jumped on her, sobbing and allowing her to hug me tightly. "You're alive! It
Amelia's POVWearing a night robe that felt like it was the exact fit for me, like someone had taken my exact measurements and used it to get clothes for me. I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about just how happy and blessed I was when Damien came out of the bathroom. I remembered the first time I had seen him coming out of the bathroom, his clean-cut abs and beautiful body shaped to such perfection that it had made my mouth fall open in surprise. His body did not look changed one bit. He looked even better, his dark hair damp and sticking to his handsome face and towel riding low on his waist under those delicious-looking abs, abs that I vividly remembered touching when we made love for the first time. His eyes met mine and I swallowed as he walked towards me and knelt between my legs, cupping the back of my neck and kissing me soft and sweet until my entire body sang for him before he pulled back. He gave me a dazzling smile that made me fall even more deliriously in love wi
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EPILOGUE*Six years later Amelia's POVDreams did come true, I thought as I walked into the woods and stood far away from where my mate was playing with our daughter, Kiara, watching them with a wide smile. She was the spitting image of her father, took his hair, his eyes, everything, and even his smile. The only thing that she probably got from me was my creamy skin and I had not one complaint at all. In fact, it made me smile every time I watched the two of them bicker about something which was almost every time these days, quickly reminding them that they could settle it since they looked very much alike. She threw a punch in the air at Damien which he evaded with ease, but not too much ease that made me realize that he was actually letting her off easy. She tried again and this time that I saw that she was so close to landing a punch but he caught her hand and shook his head, squatting as he ruffled her hair. "Listen to me, Kiara, we have been over this time and again. You are
Amelia's POVI did not think that I would be able to pull this off but looking at the table now, I was proud of what I was able to achieve. The dining hall was large enough to take over fifty people and with the chairs that we added, it was large enough to take almost everybody interested in enjoying this banquet.I had learned that Damien's mother as Luna used to organize something like this and I could see how it was going to help to foster togetherness.Damien had been skeptical about allowing me to do it, quickly reminding me that I was pregnant and that I did not need to do any heavy lifting but I had made sure that it didn't matter, not when I knew that it would be something that people would remember me to, with fondness in their hearts.I felt a sense of pride when I saw everyone digging into their breakfast and having looks of approval. I turned to glance at Blair and she was wearing an equally proud smile on her face. We had done this together with the help of some maids of
Amelia’s POV“How about this one?” Elena asked, her eyes bright as she held up a black sleeveless blouse and a skirt that was probably going to stop mid-thigh, her eyes bright with excitement. “Nope,” I answered, my eyes fixed on the television as I chewed away yet another bag of chips. My appetite had returned with a vengeance after the last couple of weeks that had consisted of vomiting spells and zero appetite. Elizabeth had said that it was because I had passed the first trimester of pregnancy and was now in my second. “Okay, this one is perfect. Why don’t you wear this one?” She came to stand in front of me, holding up a short blue dress that was probably as lovely as the rest but I was not interested, the same with all of the other options that she had chosen for me. I already knew what I was going to wear from the beginning, since the moment she entered the room and told me that I was going out with her and that it was going to be in thirty minutes. “Oh come on, Amelia, so w
Damien's POVI knew that Amelia would probably roll her eyes if I said this to her but she was hands down the most beautiful woman that I had laid eyes on. Perhaps it was the mating bond speaking but it didn't matter. I was hopelessly irrevocably in love with her. She sat beside me, the first aid box on her lap, and opened her hand for me to give her my bruised knuckles. I fought the urge to tumble her on the bed and kiss her senselessly because she looked less than pleased at my injuries even though they didn't hurt and would heal on their own. "It was nothing serious," I said again. When I had told her the first time, she had raised her eyebrows at me in a scolding fashion. It would have looked really threatening if I was not a big bad werewolf that was probably two times her size and towered over most people in the pack, including her. I stifled my amusement at how adorable she was because I knew that she would not appreciate that sort of thing. "I heard you the first time, Al
Amelia's POVThe silence in the kitchen was deafening and the entire atmosphere was very tense after my statement. I was well aware that if I did not do so something to diffuse this, things were going to escalate beyond measure but I had had enough of Nikki, from her passive-aggressive behavior to hurting people like they were not human beings and looking at others from beneath her nose like she was higher than every one of them. Her momentary shock at my statement was quick to fade and she pulled her arm away from my grasp and frowned at me. "Oh and what do we have here? So you really think that just because people have accepted you that you can go around calling yourself Luna and expect people to do what you want? I rolled my eyes, almost chuckling to myself.She continued, "It seems that you have forgotten your place, have you not? You are a slave like her, perhaps that is why you feel so strongly that I am teaching her a lesson." "You bitch!" Elena roared and tried to reach he
Amelia's POVIt had been one month since I moved back to the pack. There was a calendar in the bedroom which I marked every day once I woke up and when I did today, the smile on my face widened as I circled the date. One whole month had passed since I returned with Damien. It had been one month since Cassius was finally defeated.It had been a whole month and even though I had had a couple of nightmares between now and then, whenever I woke up, it was with Damien by my side, holding me tight and reminding me that I was no longer stuck back in that mansion. That I was no longer a slave to a vampire lord that was obsessed with me. That I was no longer living in bondage but free. Being Luna was wonderful here. Everyone had been nothing but so pleasant and supportive, allowing me to ease into the role at my own pace, no matter how slow that was. I was still adjusting to being a very important member of the pack and fortunately, my mate was the most patient and wonderful teacher one coul
Amelia's POVAs the girl, whose name I still did not know but whose face I would never forget wrapped her hands around Damien's neck and pulled him in for an intimate hug, all I could think about was the way she had been with me when I first came to the pack. The very first time that I had fled from Cassius and the words that she had said to me when everyone else had been nothing but caring."Oh? You don't want to know what I know about you? You don't want to know that I know how you were Cassius' slave for many years before you were brought here? You don't want to know how I know that you were not just a slave, but one used solely for sex?"We both know that you don't deserve him, sweetheart. So why are you still here, ruining my plans and making life difficult for everybody?" "Why? We both know that you are nothing but trash. And have you heard where the trash gets one ounce of happiness?" Her words still hurt every time I remembered them but now that I was mated to Damien and ha
Amelia's POV Bliss. I didn't know any other words that could adequately describe how I was feeling and bliss seemed to encapsulate all of my emotions being around Damien these past few days. It was nothing but bliss. It made me wonder if I was no longer dreaming and if this was just a really long dream that I was going to wake up from soon. "Am I dreaming?" I asked him as he cut an apple and fed me a piece. We were having a mini picnic in the woods and for the first time since I was forced to move to this new city, I didn't feel wary about being outside. I didn't feel a strange sense of panic thinking that this happiness could be snatched away from me at any time. The bane of my entire existence was dead and every time I remembered that he would no longer be able to trouble us again, I could not contain my joy. Finally, I would have a shot at happiness. Finally, I could begin life anew and start a family just like I had always wanted with the man that I loved wholeheartedly. I