All Chapters of Alpha Damon And Emily, His Contract Luna : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Emily's POV “I'm sorry it took so long.” Lucas apologised as he pulled up in some really fancy lot. “You did what you had to.” I said weakly, waving it off. “It just would have made the situation less crunchier if you'd told us both about each other.” I added. “Did anything happen?” He asked, looking at me quizzically through the rear glass. “Yeah.” I answered, “Well, it wasn't a big deal, but she was rude and sassy. I tried hard to look past her, but she's just so hard to ignore. She's a real piece of work.” “Emily,” He called my name, after hesitating a bit, “you're a pretty woman, and I think we might make something out of this, but if you've said something to Grace, please tell me.” “What does that even mean?” I was weak and tired, but not too tired to tell when someone was being funny. “I'm saying,” Lucas picked up again, his voice rising with almost triple intensity, “That if you said anything untrue to her, you should tell me now.” He was breathing so force

Emily's POV I swore I was done with men, with wolves, with anything that's not my agency. I hated myself for being so gullible and playing into the hands of not one, but two Alpha's. . I thought Damon traumatised me earlier after the ball, little did I know that my ‘saviour’ was a maniac. I dug my nails deep into my palms for not connecting the dots when he admitted he was a leader of a rogue pack. They had no morals, nothing was too dirty for them to do. “I know you don't want to see me here, but I just couldn't go to bed knowing that you're still mad at me, I'm sorry I didn't mean to… what happened to your face?!” Freda asked in shock. She'd scared me, cause I don't expect to see anyone cuddled on my couch. “Maybe next time, let me know before letting yourself in. I could have shot you.” I said, getting over my initial shock. “I think we have bigger fish to fry.” She said, disregarding what I'd just said, but looking so intently at my face. “Just leave me.” I said to

Emily's POV “Wipe those tears. You don't have to pity me.” I said to her, “But you're crying too.” She protested, “I admit, but it's not out of pity. I'm too noble a woman to be pitied. Dry your eyes, Freda.” I instructed her again. “Alright, alright.” She conceded. “I screamed so hard and so long, with all my strength. Suddenly, the house was devoid of people. I heard no footsteps, I saw no one through the door Damon left opened. I finally gave up and submitted myself to him, ignoring the warm gush of blood that'd begun to dry on my thighs.” I smiled. “I remember how he got pissed that I wasn't screaming anymore, said he liked it that way, I was a silly girl he wanted to teach a lesson, he slapped me a couple of times, pinched me in sensitive areas, he wanted so badly for me to scream, screech, make a sound.” “But I didn't, I couldn't. The pain in me was far worse than that outside of me. I was as still as an old piece of log, I lay static, my mind blank, and my hear