Emily’s POV“I want to go home,” I told him and I watched his eyes grow wide.“I want to go back to the castle” I quickly corrected and I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks.Did I just refer to the castle as home?“Of course you just did. It is your home after all” I heard my wolf arguing back in my head.If I was alone, we would have had an intense argument about this point.But the King was looking at me, watching my every movement like a hawk . I didn’t think he was able to hear us, but he seemed to always be listening for something. Even when he wasn’t talking with us.“Okay,” He answered.The same waitress came trembling back and after he paid, we left. But I could still feel her gaze on us, on me as if she felt sorry for me.“No need to spell it out sis, I feel sorry for myself as well” I mumbled in the secrecy of my head.When we got back to the car and he began to drive off, I realized that it wasn't the same route we followed earlier. But where was he taking me? Was th

Emily's POVI lost count of the number of times the King and I had sex after the last car experience, we did it everywhere and anywhere we could.And he always had me locked in and left me begging for more like some sort of starved animal who just ate its food in front of its master and loved every bite but knew that it was wrong to do so, and he would only take so much before it would be too late.Did that even make any sense?Tonight we had ended up in his room and it was my second time here since the soup incident.All the excitement I felt was thrown out of the window when I noticed the picture of that red-haired woman hanging on his wall.I had not noticed it the last time I was here but it did something to me, it sent anger surging through my body, my blood ran cold, everything turned blurry for a few seconds and for the first time in forever, I wanted to get as far away from the King as possible. He was staring at me with an amused expression but didn’t say anything, simply wai

Luka's POV“She used to live close by, but I don't….she is supposed to be with me, supposed to be alive, why did you run away, I begged her but I guess I scared her…” I found myself saying to Emily, at this point I couldn't care if she understood me or not but I wanted to let these words out, it was as if I couldn't keep them inside anymore.It hurt more than anything else to talk about her, especially with some random person but I still spoke about Portia anyway.“You know it was our favorite place …” I trailed off again while chuckling bitterly as memories of Portia flooded my head all at once making it feel like it was going to explode if I didn't keep talking to keep my anxiety at bay.“You know, she used to say it was our secret, our place where we spent our time together and she would come home early and surprise us with dinner…she loved cooking…” I smiled at the end feeling like some sort of superhero who had managed to hold on to all the parts of the woman he loves.It all fe

Emily’s POVAsshole! Ungrateful asshole, that was who he was. I was the one who was stupid enough to feel sorry for him. I should have told him that he deserved all of the things he was going through, but that was not my style. I wasn't raised like that.I could do better, I know I could.In the previous week, I found paintbrushes and Cassie was kind enough to give me canvas and I began to paint again. Just like how I used to when Papa was still alive and when Mama and I were his priorities. I miss the days when my life felt so complete.Now I was stuck walking around eggshells. Because I hadn't drawn or painted anything for years, it was rough and needed a lot of adjustment.I abandoned it.The King didn't come to check on me that evening. Only the maid brought food and she was not Claire or Cassie so there was no one I could vent. I had a feeling he was avoiding me. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't that much of a big deal yet I felt unsatisfied. I was the one who was supp

Emily’s POVApart from the fact that my eyes were teary and my body seemed weak, I was ashamed to say that I enjoyed and loved every bit of it.I was thrilled every time he took me to that euphoric wall, it was as if all my sorrows magically disappeared with it.I couldn't explain how I felt but it wasn't just a mundane feeling, it was real.It made me feel whole. It was as if I was meant for him and he for me, I don't know.He had brought me to sit on his lap as he wiped my tears away, my buttcheeks hurt so bad as he forced me to sit, knowing how much it would sting.“Will you disrespect me again, Emily?” he asked almost gently, that one would think he couldn't hurt a fly but I knew better, not after he had just fucked me out of my senses.“No” I sniffled.His cock brushed against my pussy and I let out a gasp. Despite all my tears, I still reacted like this towards him. He had me hooked.He chuckled lightly.“Is this what you want Emily?”I couldn't tell if he was playing games with