Emma. I was still sleeping when I heard a banging on my door. I woke up and looked outside. It was evening time. I must have been exhausted. I guess I was just trying to catch up on the sleep my body missed for the one month my family was held as slaves. I got up and went to open the door. I was surprised to see it was Luca. He was fuming with anger, but he was controlling himself. I got a bit scared and stepped back. I honestly did not know him, nor did I know what he was capable of. I might have dreamt of someone that looked like him, but I did not know him. It would be stupid of me to land myself in a mess with him. "Calm down, Emma," he said, controlling his breathing, and I could feel his rage. "Where are your stuff?" He asked me, and I pointed at the bag by the cupboard. I was yet to unpack. "Did you tell her we are married?" He asked me, and I shook my head. I honestly did not know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. He went to pick up my bag from where it was. "Did you

Luca. We finished up at the restaurant and headed to a clothing store. I had booked ahead, and they had cleared out the store so we could shop in peace. When we arrived there, my men arrived to guard the place and Emma and I went inside. "Good morning Mr Alessandro, welcome," the store owner, who was also a designer, greeted me, and I smiled at him. His name was Luciano Russo, and he was the best in the country. "Luciano, meet my wife, Emma," I said, and he was shocked and happy at the same time. He shook Emma's delicate hand, and I felt a growl trying to escape my mouth, but I held it. "You are welcome. She is stunning," he said to me, and I nodded. I already knew she was a beauty. Luciano was a human clueless about our world, so he did not know she was an Omega or what it meant. "We will do both her hair, dress and makeup. You will fall in love all over again, Mr Alessandro," he teased, and we all laughed, but I noticed Emma blush a bit, which was cute. He urged her to come with

Emma. Luca broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. I was breathing hard, and I knew my eyes reflected what I wanted. I did not want him to stop; he knew it, so he crashed his lips against mine and continued. Who needs butterflies when I have the entire zoo in my stomach? His scent filled my senses, and he tasted so sweet. That I had been pleasure starved for months did not help either. I did not know how much I was dying for his touch until this. I wanted him to touch me. He laid me on his bed and continued to kiss me, then he travelled with his kisses down my neck. I moaned. My panties were soaked. I could smell my arousal, so I knew he could too. He took off my shirt, and I eagerly let him. I wasn't thinking at those moments. I just wanted him. I wanted all of him. "Luca," I moaned and felt his mouth on my nipple. I arched my back into the bed to give him more access, and he touched my other breast in his hand and worked on my nipple. It felt so damn sweet, and I loved it. I ra

Emma Things had gotten really heated between Luca and me, and as much as I liked it, I knew we had just complicated things. How was I going to walk away after all this? We had been sleeping together for a month, and every time I thought about how quickly the time was flying, I got so scared that I would sometimes cry in the toilet. I feared how I would feel when all of this was over. I knew he was my Declan, but I did not have the power to hold on to him. I secretly put myself on birth control to avoid complicating matters any further. He was delighted around me, and I knew he needed the happiness because he had been stressed out lately. Too many attacks. He never discussed his business with me, but I knew from the conversations I could pick up on that he was having a hard time holding on to power. His mother had visited twice, and I was grateful she was out of my hair. Maybe the whole contract thing made me less of a threat to her. I was grateful. I hated conflict and drama, and she

Emma. Heather and I spoke for a while on the phone, and soon I hung up. I sat in the living room watching television; I was bored. I really did not have anything to do. Getting a job was out of the question. I dared not walk into any establishment as Luca's wife to look for a job. I stayed at home all the time except when he took me out. It wasn't fun, but I endured it. Two men walked into the house, and I stood up immediately. I had never seen them before, but they looked important and powerful. I did not know what to do because Luca wasn't home. "Good Afternoon Mrs Alessandro?" One of the men said. He had brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. He was huge, and I could see the tattoo on his neck. The other had dark hair and dark eyes. He was taller, about six foot three inches. I rarely followed Luca anywhere, so I did not know who these men were, but it seemed like they knew me. Had Luca been talking about me? Judging by all that had been happening, I had to be careful. My only comf