Semua Bab Alpha Damon And Emily, His Contract Luna : Bab 71 - Bab 79

Damon's POV “I thought she signed all the papers?!” I asked Zac as he came to my office with the new mail from Emily. “She left that part out” He answered in a lower tone. “How would you let her?!” I screamed at him. “What was your whole point in this deal? You're of no freaking use!” “I do not appreciate that tone.” Zac dropped all the documents on my table and folded his arms. “Oh really? And you think I appreciate a half signed deal? What else did she leave out? Working with us at all? You're a joker.” I said, hella pissed. “You might need to change your tone, Sir.” Zac reiterated. “I'll speak in whatever way I please. If you can't handle it, go **** yourself!” I yelled at him. “I think that will do.” He smiled and walked out of my office. I felt like I was dreaming. He could not have just done that. I could feel my wolf taking over, but the office was a bad place, and we both knew it. ‘Let me handle this’ I begged him. I didn't want to become conscious

Zyna’s POV I ran along, before the beast changed his mind and decided to dump his young dumb blond and change into his tracksuit, ready to bother my existence. “Freaking bastard!” I screamed to myself. Somehow the anger and hurt and frustration I felt made me run faster. Damon was such a wrong choice, and everyday of the past nine years has cemented that fact. The libido driven moron couldn't even remember that he'd placed me on a curfew. But that was good for me, thanks Erica. One problem down, well, till I get home. The next was how to get to Zac's. I'd be such a fool to ever think of ordering a ride on my phone. Damon gets notified of everything I do on that phone. I thought hard and fast, still covering distance with my legs. I'd begun to tire out, and I'd even gotten to the busy part of two where most people do not do exercise, so I was beginning to feel weird. “Hey ma'am.” I sat next to an old lady at the bus stop. “Do I know you?” She asked without looking up

Adrian's POV “Baby, don't you think you should open up your company again? You don't have to be there for the first few weeks.” I begged Emily. Like I've been begging her to do many things of late. Eat, take water, stop thinking, stop crying, stop looking so bereaved, well she was. “I don't think I feel like doing it again.” She said, Her voice was almost permanently parched. Since Freda died at their lunch in the restaurant two months ago, she'd been through a lot, cut her hair even. “I know you can. It's okay to feel this way in the beginning, but I know that you can do it. You have to, Emily. She will want it.” I'd run out of every encouraging line I could use. For the first month, I had to move in with her, and received so many queries at the palace, but it was all nothing compared to watching her slowly grow out of the most intense part of her grief. “Is it not crazy that this thing is getting swept under the carpet?” She asked, the tears that never actually left

Adrian's POV “How do you feel now, baby?” I asked when we got back home. I didn't say a word in the car. I let her do all the talking, which wasn't much, but I knew she needed a listening ear more than anything. “I'm tired.” She answered, but her voice had more strength to it. “You don't sound so tired though.” I smiled and threw her a glance. She looked more pensive and moody, than tired. “Is that a bad thing?” She asked me. “No, no it isn't.” I answered, taking her hand, “Damon left early.” I changed the topic. “Yeah.” She agreed, “He'd had enough of us.” She added. “That's just bullshit, from miles away, I could tell how hard everyone was trying to manage him. It's you guys doing the favour, not the other way round.” “Yeah, it was a bummer, really.” Emily was trying to engage me, but her mind really wasn't in it. “Were you able to make any compromises? Did he settle for something?” I asked her. I couldn't really tell why she wasn't in the mood for quest