Amelia's POVFloating. It felt like I was floating.I realized that I was not actually floating though when I opened my eyes slowly and found myself staring at a fan that twirled attached to the ceiling. Was I still alive? Because this was definitely not what heaven would look like or hell for that matter. So where was I? The last thing that I could remember was not seeing clearly thanks to the excruciating pain of the tracking thread tightening inside my skin the farther I tried to get away from Cassius. I also remembered that someone had screamed for me to get out of the way but I had been too slow. How was I even alive after all of that? Sitting up gently and resting on the headboard, I looked around the room and realized that I was not back at the mansion. That made me heave a sigh of relief. Cassius had not found me yet.But what if he had and this was just another place of his? My relief turned to anxiety and I stood up from the bed immediately, wincing when my entire bo
Amelia's POV"I'm so sorry." The maid whispered as she dabbed my back with the cold towel. She held the ice pack against my shoulder where the tracking thread was embedded into my skin, tightening the minute Damien had left the house to track Cassius' movements. "It's not your fault" I whispered back, fighting the urge to scream when the thread tightened and twisted inside my back again. Cassius was insane if he thought that he would come here and take me back and I would still love him. Not that I ever did.He had to be really insane because how could you put someone through this much pain and say that you love them? How could you try to make sure that they died if they left you? And still have the guts to be searching for them when they leave you? I realized that I was still thinking of myself as a person to Cassius. It wasn't what I was to him. To him, I was property. Like a piece of prized furniture or painting. That he believed he could treat however he wanted and would still
Amelia's POV You know that moment they call the calm before the storm? That moment where everything seems to be going so well and then something very bad suddenly happens? That was exactly what was happening right now, I believed. Because one minute I was in Damien's arms celebrating the fact that we were now well and truly mated and having no regrets about taking that decision and the next minute, he was sitting up wearing his pants. Sitting up on the bed, I dragged the covers to my chest, my eyes wide with fear. I knew without a doubt that something was wrong. Something had definitely happened. Just thinking about it made my heart hammer in my chest in fear. "What's wrong, Damien?" I asked again when he pulled his shirt over his head. He turned to look at me and when his eyes went dark with rage that was clearly not directed at me, I confirmed that something was indeed wrong, without him even having to say anything. Coming to hold my shoulders with both hands, he kissed my f
Amelia's POV "I'm fine." I whispered to Elizabeth and when she looked at me with raised eyebrows, I understood that she was not going to leave me no matter what I said. I was about to tell her that I was fine again when I retched and turned back to vomit again, gripping the edges of the toilet seat as I emptied the contents of my already empty stomach into the toilet bowl. Holding my hair up, Elizabeth rubbed my back gently until I was done and this time when I rose to my feet and turned to look at her, she leaned forward to help me flush the toilet before patting my shoulder gently. "I will help you get some fruits. You can clean up by yourself, yes?" She asked and when I nodded, she left the bathroom and I heard the door to my room close shortly after. Turning around to rinse my mouth and face, I paused when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked exactly how I felt. Dead inside. My lips were pale, almost blue and badly chapped despite all the attempts of Elizabeth to
Amelia's POV "So what do you think?" Cassius whispered close to me. I raised my head to look at him. He planted a kiss on my lips and smiled brightly at me. To someone that looked at him, they would really think that he was a man that was in love and wanted nothing but the best for the woman he loved. Maybe he truly believed it. That this entire sham of a marriage he was forcing me into was real and we were going to live happily ever after. It had to be the audacity for me, if not anything else. Here he was, forcing a woman that did not love him into marriage after killing her mate and yet he kept looking at me excitedly, waiting for an answer. That was when I realized that he had even asked me a question. I had been too lost in thought to really hear what he was asking about. Stuck between wanting to throw up and lie down and also guarding my thoughts so that I did not make any mistake and think of something that could cause Cassius to react violently. The last thing I neede
Amelia’s POV I knew the moment I opened my eyes that I was dreaming when I found myself sitting in a house like the one that I had imagined I would own when I was free from the hold of Cassius. It was nothing like a mansion, in fact, it was a far cry from what a mansion should look like. I was even happier to no longer feel like I was trapped in the large four walls of my captor, with windows that felt like they were unreachable. It was a beach house with glass windows and doors that showed the dazzling beauty of the ocean and the white beach sand that sparkled when the rays of sunlight hit the surface. It was the type of house that I had seen in romantic movies before Cassius had stopped me from watching television, blaming it for being responsible for giving me dreams that would take me far away from him. As if I needed any reason to not want to be with a murderous monster like him. I stood by the glass windows, my eyes bright with excitement and that was when I heard a voice cal
Amelia's POVI could feel it the moment Cassius stiffened beside me after the man spoke. I could already feel the panic in me rising just by thinking of what Cassius would do now that he had heard the truth from this man.The man stared at me and then at Cassius before raising his eyebrows. "Don't tell me that you did not know? I thought this was supposed to bring a smile to your face." He looked back at me expectantly, as if I would bother to indulge his curiosity and Cassius finally spoke."That is enough, Richard. Perhaps we should continue this conversation another time." He raised his eyebrows at the man as if waiting for him to object. Richard quickly shook his head in fear before smiling hesitantly and walking away.After the man walked away, Cassius turned around to look at me, his eyes focused on me as if he was searching for something. I was certain he was trying to confirm if what that man had said was true.I saw the moment he figured it out and even though his face did no
Amelia's POVI didn't know if having vivid dreams was a side effect of being pregnant but this time when I opened my eyes again, I was at a party. And it was back in the pack. Damien's pack.I knew that it was a dream and yet it felt so real to see Nathan hugging Elena in one corner, the two of them looking at each other with so much unspoken love, it was envious to watch. When Elena looked at me, I could swear that my heart skipped a beat because she looked so real. She looked absolutely divine, wearing a black dress that fit her body like a glove.She looked exactly like she would have if we had truly escaped the clutches of Cassius. She looked radiant. She looked free.My eyes moved away from the couple and I noticed everyone who passed by me bowed slightly in greeting.Luna, they whispered with smiles on their faces.Here, it did not matter that I had been a slave to someone like Cassius. They did not look at me like I was unfit to be mated to their Alpha. They stared at me with a
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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