Emily’s POVIt was a miracle how he managed to convince them to let me stay. No one wanted me here, it was way too obvious and I could tell from the looks I was getting that they were waiting for me to fall, just looking for an excuse to kick me out and I had to fight back tears at every turn.I didn't blame them.His name was Luke. The grey-eyed man- Alpha.He had told me that his people were going to watch me for a month to now if I was a threat to them or not and I agreed.The room he showed me to seemed to be my safe haven. I hid there from the world, from them piercing gazes that was full of judgment and condemnation. From their whispers of my worthlessness as a 'threat'. From the constant looks of disgust on their faces that made me want to crawl into a hole and never come back out, like a small mouse hiding from a cat.But tonight, I needed air so badly. It felt as though the walls of the room were closing in on me, making me suffocate and yet still leaving me breathless with

Luka's POV“You can't keep drinking your Majesty, it doesn't solve anything” Alfred’s voice echoed through my room.“Did you know Alfred?”I asked him instead, staring right into his soul. I was too far gone, it felt like, to deal with any bullshit. Not now, not at this moment. “Know what Sir?”“Did you know she was pregnant and refused to tell me?” He looked shocked for a second. “What are you talking about? Of course not Sir” he said shaking his head as if that would help him make sense of the conversation.“Don't play with Alfred!” I yelled. I knew that he didn't know. I was looking for a way to transfer all the anger going on inside of me into him. The only problem here is that no matter how hard I tried to force him out, he stayed. “Go” I commanded.“But your Majesty…” he protested.“Just GO!” I shouted even louder. If the walls could talk they would probably say something sarcastic about my mood.And so Alfred ran off.“And Alfred?” I called out as soon as he got to the door.

Emily’s POv No one told me how exhausting pregnancy will be. The fatigue that came with it, the ache and the pain in the middle of the night, the constant nagging worry that someone was coming to take my baby away from me, or worse yet, that I’d been taken away from it by some asshole wouldn't leave me alone.Today a lady had brought me breakfast, and I assumed that she was one of the maids, since it was a different one every day.As soon as she left and the smell of the food hit my nose, I felt nauseous . That's all it took. A wave of nausea made its way up to my throat, which was already too dry and parched for me to spit out whatever the hell I wanted to spit up at first. It only got worse when the nausea hit my belly, sending me into another round of vomiting.I ran to the bathroom and made it on time, but barely. When I finished, I sat down on the floor. My head was spinning and my stomach was empty. After resting for about ten minutes, I stood and went back to the bedroom and

Emily’s POVI wasn't going to lie to myself anymore, I was not fine. I missed him.I missed the king so much that the thought of him hurt like an open wound, I missed everything from his blank expressions to his warm smile and he didn't even know about it. I loved this man more than anything in this world and I was willing to spend my life loving him until my dying breath because he was all I had left. It would be a waste if I let him go.And in the back of my head, I had hoped that he at least cared about me even if it was just a little, but deep down I knew he couldn't. He didn't love me. No one ever did. He only liked to fuck people. I couldn't understand how someone could do such a thing to a person who was supposed to be their partner, a person who was supposed to have been there for them through thick and thin. I never understood why he wouldn't care about me. I was stupid, I knew, but the fact was the truth and it hurt so badly that my heart felt like it might actually break ri

Emily’s POVWas I the only one who had seen him? My eyes darted around my room for help. Who would help me? A little help was not going to hurt me, I just needed saving, and yet it didn’t come.Panic engulfed me in a warm hug that grew tight, almost suffocating as I stared at the man in front of.The hair in my arms stood straight up like spikes, my breath caught in my throat.I could hear my heartbeat racing and I couldn't think, could hardly breathe. I couldn't speak nor move, as I tried to focus solely on his face, which seemed to glow with a light from within. His hair was dark like ink, and shiny.But his eyes, those eyes were cold and danced with mischief and danger. Like liquid ice.I knew those eyes. I had seen them so many times, burning in my nightmares. Eyes that looked deep into yours like they could read your deepest desires. Eyes that screamed chaos, he was looking at me like a cat playing with its food befo devouring it and leaving the bones to crumble underneath the