What a strange twist of fate it was. Falling into the lap of the man she meant to leave behind forever must have ripped the rug from under her feet. Jamie just couldn’t accept the odds of it. He was finally coming to terms with her absence in his life, he was finally realizing it might be over forever, and right then she appears out of the blue, pumping some hope back into him. What plot had the universe orchestrated for the two of them? Was this its way of conveying that no matter how hard one tried, they couldn’t go against the plan of nature? And that despite any efforts, what is meant to be will always prevail. It wasn’t the first time that Emma threatened to be separated from him, and like every other time, she found her way back to him in the end. He became the savior she would always need. Did that mean there was still scope for them to go back to the way they were? To go back to being the married couple they were meant to be? To go back to being the soulmates they were dest
Jamie pushed open the large stone door to the dungeon. Making his way down the stairs, Jamie looked focussed on the growing cries of Emma’s. It seemed to him that she was in pain, crying out for help. The thought confused him. What was happening? For a moment, he was glad that there were no other captives in the dungeon at the moment, for it would’ve been rather difficult to handle her along with them. As he walked toward her cell, she noticed that she was surrounded by his men. As he moved past them, he watched how one of them whipped a rope and thrashed it against her back. His eyes widened as he watched her cry out in pain, her dress tearing open in the back to reveal her bleeding skin underneath. Anger rose cruised through his veins at the sight and he felt as though he would burst any moment now. Finding his voice, he said in a cold tone, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The man, Peter was his name, whirled around in surprise. He frowned at him in confusion, nonethe
“You either keep your hands to yourself or find a knife driven through your flesh.” Emma gritted through her teeth as Alex gave her a crooked smile. It had been too long since the man was bothering her with flirtatious comments. And now, he crossed the line by placing his hand on her butt. Emma was not going to ignore his advances this time. She might be an employee here, but that didn’t mean she would go above and beyond to cater to her clients.As she filled the tray with emptied glasses, he leaned toward her ear. “You wouldn’t dare, darling.”She glared over her shoulder. “Keep talking and you’ll find out.” she said, and before she could round the corner and get behind the bar, she felt him yank her by her arm. Whirling her around, his fingers tightened on her skin, towering over her with menacing eyes. “Careful woman. You don’t want to push it.” “Let go of me, you brute!” “Give me a kiss and I will.” He said, leaning closer to her. Before his lips could reach hers, she felt a
Emma felt her cheeks heat up at his comment, sure of the red color that was dominating her features. This man clearly knew how to woo his women. Before she could retort, she heard someone yell at her. “Can I get a pitcher, miss?” It was a man holding out his card on the bar, awaiting her. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She mumbled to Jamie before she headed toward her new customer. Instantly after she’d uttered it, she clasped her eyes shut in regret. Why did she have to say that? That was her chance to get rid of him. Inwardly groaning, she poured the beer into the pitcher glass. She looked over her shoulder to see if Jamie was still there, and much to her dismay, he was. Why did she care if he was around? Was she looking forward to spending time with him? If it weren’t for the fact that he selflessly put himself before that asshole, she would’ve hardly entertained him. Despite the fact that he looked incredibly attractive to her, with his dark brown hair falling on his forehead in
“Where do you want me to start?” Came Emma’s meek reply, her voice evident of exhaustion and reluctance. “You said you don’t belong to any pack.” Jamie said, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. “Why is that?”He watched as she fumbled with her fingers in her lap, surely nervous of the situation. However, when he heard her sigh, he knew he didn’t have to press on the matter further. “I am an adopted child. My parents are humans.” Jamie took a quick look at her, trying to analyze her face for any signs of lying. Unfortunately, she remained emotionless. “Your birth parents are werewolves then?” “Most likely. I’ve never seen them. Nor have my parents. The foster care took me in when they found me by the road, when I was less than a week old. A year later, my parents adopted me, and I’ve lived a normal human life with them.”“A normal life?” Jamie said, “I’m sure your parents have witnessed your wound healing ability when you’ve hurt yourself as a child. That is anything but nor
Tom choked in response, caught by surprise. Eyes wide with disbelief, he studied his friend for any sign of mirth in his features, but its absence only concerned him more. The man who had no space for anyone but himself in his life was blessed with a mate? “I can hardly believe it.” Tom said, “I thought you were destined to be alone forever.” Jamie threw him an unimpressive look, “I’m a werewolf, Tom. Of course I was destined to find my mate.” “But?” He said, “Why are you surprised then?” “It’s just…” Jamie looked away, “I hadn’t expected to find one anytime soon. At least not in the current circumstance.” “Well, cupid doesn’t knock on the door before he strikes his arrow.” Tom said, “Is she aware?”“That I’m her mate? I would guess not. She seems quite unaware of things.” “Such as?” “She was raised by human parents. I doubt she has much knowledge about our way of life.”“So you trust what she said?” “Of course.”Tom frowned at him, “Then why take the pain of coming all the wa
Cold water began to run down Jamie’s spine as he heard the ring of his cellphone. Turning the shower head off, he headed out to fetch the device by the basin. It was Tom. “Did you find anything?” Jamie spoke before he pressed the phone to his ear. “Nothing,” Tom replied, “Like you said, she’s clean.” A sense of contentment spread through him upon hearing his words. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was right like always or because he secretly hoped Emma was not a threat to them, but nonetheless, he was happy with what he was hearing. His way was clear, and he didn’t have to worry about her for a while. “Hello? Are you still there?”“Yes.” He said, “If you’re satisfied, we can move on to more important tasks.”“I’m bummed that I was wrong, but yeah, she is clean. Spending any more time on her would be a waste. I mean, all she does is go to the bar for work and meet up with a couple of friends. That’s as normal as it gets.” “Friends, you say?” Jamie asked, growing curious.“Yeah,
The inside of the bar seemed eerily familiar to Jamie. It could not have been longer than two years that he visited this place, yet, not a single thing was out of order. Frisky youngsters smoking pot in a corner, slinky women pursuing their clients and ignorant others swaying to the music. There was nothing he had not expected, including finding his dear friend standing in the midst of it all. Shaking his head, Jamie walked toward Thomas, or Tom, as everyone called him, ready to drag him away from the women that he surrounded himself with. Tonight was important, he couldn’t be wasting it over a hooker. “Ah, Chris!” Tom said as he spotted his friend approaching him. “You’re finally here, mate. Let me introduce you to- hey!” “It’s Jamie, now. Did you forget?” He said, glaring at his friend as he pulled him away from the brunette that was entertaining him all this time. “I told you I’m here for something important. What the hell were you doing with her?” “Oh, you know what I meant to