Amelia's POVIt had been more than a week since that dreadful call with Damien that had ended abruptly when Elena had probably saved me from more word vomit but we would never even know what Damien's response was now or if he even wanted to still rescue me after what I had told him. But everywhere had seemed quiet after that call and I assumed that the bidding market plans had been stalled since even Cassius had not said anything about it and I knew it because I had been eavesdropping as much as I could, whenever I could. As I stared at my reflection this morning, I realized that I was long overdue for a haircut, my thick black hair already tangling at the tips as the strands stopped at my lower back. My large emerald green eyes still had eye bags but they were not as dark as they usually would look like because I had not been having nightmares for the last couple of days, a small mercy I believed that I cherished because I had no idea when it was going to return with a vengeance.
Amelia's POV"Do you know what a bidding market is, Elizabeth?" If looks could kill, Elena's own would have sent me falling to the ground. I realized that I had asked a question that would make Elizabeth suspicious because ever since Elena and I started using the phone that she got from Nathan, we had both agreed to make sure Elizabeth stayed out of it. We knew that she would not approve of anything that we had been doing.Elizabeth's eyes widened and she closed the distance between us to hold my hand. "Where did you hear about that from?" She whispered, looking at the door to see if someone was coming. When she looked back at me, expecting an answer, I looked at Elena for help and Elena rolled her eyes and shook her head, warning me to not say a word. "I asked you a question, Amelia. Why are you looking at her? Look at me." She ordered and my eyes snapped back to her immediately, thinking of a lie that I was going to say to get out of her grasp. Elena sighed and finally rescued
Amelia's POVYou know that feeling where you can almost taste that something is wrong? Where you can literally feel it on your skin but cannot place it? That was exactly what I felt when Elizabeth entered the living room with a grim look on her face and her hand tight on the phone that she was holding. "It's from the Master. Two of you are going to dress up because you are going somewhere tonight " She said and we all looked at each other in confusion, wondering who she was referring to. "Lydia, Tracy, both of you should head upstairs and get dressed." She added and it was not just me that looked in the direction of the two girls who equally looked as confused as I was. As all of us were.Why had Cassius asked them to get dressed? What was the occasion for? And why was there no information about why they had to be dressed now? When I looked at Elena, she raised her shoulders in confusion and I realized that even my friend, who used to have all the information about all that was h
Amelia's POVSilence. Unending silence. That was what kept me company for minutes? Hours?I couldn't tell. Not in this dark room with the windows blocked so that we could not even know whether it was day or night. When Lydia had said that we were at the bidding market, I had wanted to argue with her that it was not true. I had wanted to ask her to prove that she even knew what she was talking about, especially because the reopening of the bidding market was supposed to be a secret until I remembered that unlike some of the maids who could vividly remember how they came to be slaves, I had no such memories.I had woken up one day in the service of Cassius and that was all I knew. That was all I could remember. Whether I had been even bought on the bidding market, I had no idea. Only Cassius would know and I was sure that the last thing someone like him was ever going to do was give me the truth. It was not like I could even ask him because I was tied up here with no chance of esca
Amelia's POV"What's going to happen to us?" Tracy asked into the dark room and even though I had an idea of what was probably going to happen once we got to that stage out there, I didn't know how I was going to tell her. I didn't even know if I believed that I was about to be sold like a loaf of bread to some power-hungry supernatural or human looking for someone to brutally oppress and break their spirit. I didn't believe that here I was dressed like a slut because that was the only way I was going to be appealing to those people out there and get someone that was going to bid for me. And as I looked at Lydia and Tracy's scared faces, I wondered who was going to buy them. Would it be a vampire with a thirst for human blood? Would it be a werewolf? What was I even saying? I didn't even know who was going to buy me. I didn't even know if Damien was out there and if after everything that I had said to him, he was still interested in buying me. If I were him, I probably would n
Amelia's POVThe room was silent and even though we could hear the cheers from outside and the auction prices, I was numb. After Lydia had been taken, it had felt like I had been taken there with her. Ten thousand dollars. Someone had bought her for ten thousand dollars.Tracy hiccuped beside me and when I turned, I realized that she had not stopped crying. I didn't know why I expected her to when it had just been thirty minutes since Lydia was taken. Perhaps it was because it felt like years since we have been sitting on the ground in this dark room, like prisoners awaiting execution. The large doors opened and as usual, anxiety gripped all of us as the two men responsible for dragging whoever they were about to sell entered after the woman who surveyed all of us like we were cattle being led out to the slaughter. A boy was dragged out and the rest of us, excluding me, screamed in terror because they were sure that they were next. The large doors were shut again and I knew that i
Amelia's POVRunning. I was running. I knew I was having the same nightmare that made my skin crawl at night even inside the night terrors. I knew that just as I was trapped here, so was the beast. No escape route. Nothing.I was sitting in the center of an open field, playing a game of chess all on my own but I could feel a presence, moving the pieces on the board just like I was. Trying to wake up, I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was in a classroom. Not just any classroom but the classroom that I had started in as a freshman. In the high school that Cassius had enrolled me in.I knew how this nightmare was going to play out because I had this nightmare too often but it didn't stop the dread from licking my bones. Unlike the previous nightmares however, I was sitting in the classroom on the teacher's seat and the next minute and when I looked outside the glass windows, the sun was out in the sky and it was bright, giving the illusion that it was daylight but instead
Amelia's POVLuna. That word still shocked the hell out of me whenever someone addressed me because it seemed infinite. It seemed binding. Like I was already married or in a relationship with the Alpha of their pack. At least that was how my human mind chose to interpret it. Speaking of Alpha, I doubted being called Luna changed the fact that Damien was pissed as fuck at me. The way he walked out of the room without answering any of my questions and with a look that warned me to not cross him had hurt me more than I could ever imagine.But now as I stood with my head poking out of the door staring at these two large men that were his subordinates, I wondered if all was not lost and if I would still be able to get answers about everything that was going on if I applied just the right amount of pressure. Their stares however made my question dry up in my throat and I rolled my eyes as I looked between the two of them, not at all bold enough to ask any question and wanting to re-strat
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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