Mathew and Emily glance at each other, and they smile, Emily because she is embarrassed and Matthew smiles because he senses her embarrassment."Ella, we are not a couple," she says, as though this is something so obvious that Ella should have worked out for herself."Oh, of course you are not," Ella says, her eyes moving between Emily and Mathew. "How silly of me to make such a mistake. What's the name of your friend? Is he single? He is good looking, but since I am taken, I am going to set him up with one of my new girlfriends."This is, of course, Ella's way of testing if there's really nothing between Emily and the man, and she doesn't miss the moment when Emily gives her a sharp look before looking away again."Ella, you talk too much, as usual," Emily rolls her eyes. "His name is Mathew, and no thanks, he doesn't need a girlfriend. He doesn't date.""But why are you speaking for him? He might be interested...""No, he's not!" Emily insists, surprising even Mathew himself by how s
Seeing Ella is a kind of therapy Emily never knew she needed. For a moment, she feels like her old self, more connected to her body than she has been in a long time. It doesn't matter that Ella is deliberately teasing her about Mathew, infact, her ability to annoy her or find ways to corner her when she suspects something a friend doesn't want to admit is just one the many things she adores about Ella."Can we go out of here while the boys work?" Ella suggests.It is Mathew who responds. "No. I need her to help me decide the decor. We already agreed on that. If you two want to hung out just the two of you, you will have to do so after the work is done."This confuses Ella even more. There is definitely more to this pair than they care to admit. First it was Emily displaying signs of jealousy, and now she is discovering Emily agreed to help with the decor for his living room. Ella looks shrewdly between them, smiling inwardly."I insist that she leave with me," Ella says, smile still in
"What issues are those? I do not understand. It is one thing to make yourself believe that werewolves are real, but you getting involved with them? Just how?" Ella says, her face displaying how puzzled she is inside."That, I am yet to find out," Emily says, beginning to regret having brought up this story. She should have found something else to lie about. "That is as much we I was told, I am still waiting for someone to give me a proper explanation as well.""I am more confused than I was before you told me anything," Ella says."I totally understand. I imagine myself in your shoes, I'd think I sound weird too," she gives a light laugh. "If you have issues with believing that werewolves exist, we will clear that by having someone shift in front of you. After that, you can even help me uncover the secrets of what happened in the past that made me a target for the supernatural."By the time they will revisit this conversation, perhaps Emily would come up with another lie, a better lie.
Ella shakes her head as she stares steadily at her friend."You suck, Emily," Ella says to her, and when she looks sharply at her, she says, " I mean you suck at lying.""I am not lying. Let's not be going back and forth over the same thing...""Last time, when I called you, you told me you sold the trailer park and moved in with your mother's sister. You told me you had even found a job and working or have you forgotten about all that?"Oh no. She had totally forgotten. She is screwed. She made up that story the day she was feeling stressed after discovering her father's last plea to the Alpha had been to marry her.And then she forgot about it, making up a completely different story today. How is she going to explain her way out of this? She has just been neatly Cornered. One of the things stress makes you do is to forget things you said or did, or where you place stuff, and it can be so annoying and frustrating.She stares at Ella with a worried expression on her face."Ella, there
Emily doesn't know how long she has sat there, secured in her friend's embrace. This is something she didn't know she needed, but it makes her feel good. She feels calmer now, though not calm enough to share the real state of affairs in her life.While she is still leaning against Ella's shoulder, Mathew quietly approaches from the house, a frown appearing on his face as he notices that Emily was possibly shading tears. A lot of things run through his mind at once. Is she still thinking about the human lady she had lived with her entire life? Is she distressed because she doesn't want to live here? What exactly would make her unhappy? Unconsciously, he finds himself looking for the cause of her distress so he can eliminate it. The urge to protect her from as much negativity as he is capable of is overwhelming."Has she been crying? What happened to her?" he asks as he moves closer to the girls.Emily sits up straight immediately, wiping her eyes to remove any evidence of tears."No,
Emily pushes him away from her gently."Thanks for your concern. But I am fine, really," she hugs herself as she moves away from him. "Less of those hugs, please, unless we are in the presence of the Alpha."Why, he would like to ask her, but remains silent. Did she feel something as well? Did she feel the way he felt when he held her soft, petite body? That would make him feel better, because he definitely feels like a psycho for feeling attracted to a girl he shouldn't. She is right. It is inappropriate for them to hug, the action feels wrong in every way. If he continued touching her every opportunity he got, he would make her fall for him, or worse, he would end up falling for her and risk being tied up to her which in turn would get him tied up to this place forever, something he doesn't even want to think about.He nods his head, then explains to her the new design he has chosen for his house, asking if she likes it. If not, he says, he would like her to make her own suggestions,
She goes in her room to get a break from everyone and refresh her mind, only to be surprised by a pile of presents on her bed.Expensive presents, as each one still has a price tag on it.There's no name of the person that bought the presents for her, but Emily knows Alpha Marcus is behind it because his scent still lingers in the room.This is not right. She may be attracted to the man and all that, but she won't have him enter her room anytime he feels like it. She won't even accept the presents, for this very reason, especially that some of them are ridiculous, like a pair of red lingerie she has spotted among the pile.The idiot doesn't have to try so hard if he knows he is the one who is going to marry her no matter what she does. Emily sits on her bed and frowns at the presents, thinking hard.The Alpha has felt the need to buy all these to win her heart, in the hopes that she will want to end up with him and not Mathew. If he feels threatened by Mathew, then it means he lied to
Looking at the man in the picture, she now understands why she's always had the looks of a half Mexican girl. The thick dark hair, eyes and and eyebrows, she got it all from her father. He was a really handsome man, nothing short of perfect.When her eyes move to pay close attention to the woman in the picture, she almost screams and almost drops the object to the floor.It is the fiery red hair she has always dreamed about, telling her that she is the only hope of White Wolf pack.Sweet Lord! She realizes the pack she is standing in is called White Wolf Pack. Could it be that she is a seer of some sort? How come she dreams of such things?That is her mother, it all makes sense now. The day Travis (is it Trevor? she can't remember the name of the demon lord correctly) killed her mother and tried to take her with him. She wonders what she did to escape him, another thing that will forever remain unknown.Unless if Travis decides to repeat the story of what happened to someone, because h