EMY'S POVI excused myself to the conference room where I sat alone with a few books laid out before me. Grace needed to concentrate and I didn't want to disturb even when she swore I wasn't a bother."Your office is actually Nana's office right now. I can take you there," she had suggested but I was too frightened to actually do that.I didn't want to step into Nana's space again without her consent. I was still healing from the last one.I picked up one of the books and flipped the pages, realising I had seen this one before. It was confidential records about the Packs previous war in which they had emerged victorious.In other words, I was becoming a dangerous weapon myself.If Alpha Jerry could get his hands on me and get me to spill the Packs formation, it would be over for them.I knew this yet I continued reading everything I could find. With each book I read, my heart would beat heavily with a dreadful feeling hovering over my head.I was putting myself in a tight spot by know

EMY'S POVIt took a lot of time to find the perfect dress to wear.Actually, I didn't care about the perfect dress, I just wanted something that wouldn’t show how lean I was. I could see I was adding flesh already but I couldn't wear anything that would expose my back- I had too many scars there. It was supposed to be a beautiful celebration, not show-me-your-scars.With Helen's help, we found a blue dress that wasn't tight or loose. It could almost pass for a ball gown and comfortable shoes that I could walk in. I wish I could say I wasn't trying to impress anyone but Nana was going to be there. I was trying to get on her good books here.It was around 5pm. that I finished dressing up and I headed downstairs where the Alpha's were already waiting. I felt bad for making them wait but this felt like every other fairytale where her prince would marvel at the sight of her at the top of the stairs but in my case, I had three princes all dressed in black suits with their hair gelled back a

EMY'S POVHunter and Grace had returned to the halls before I did.While she laughed with Natalie and Kelly, he was with Thorn and Dylan. I noticed her lipstick was still in place. She had definitely reapplied, she came prepared.If I hadn't agreed to help, would she have… I pushed it to the back of my mind. It wasn’t any of my business. As I made my way to her, I noticed her eyes strayed to his direction causing my heart to pound and confirming my suspicion even when I tried to doubt my eyes.Those eyes were one of desire and lust.Why didn't I recognize it sooner? She had stared at him with the same eyes the first day I saw her and Natalie, also the day we visited Nana.She had feelings for him.I lifted my head like Thorn had taught me and tried to look past it. It happened and there was nothing anyone could do to change it. She had been here before me so she knew him best. I was only a contracted Luna and I wasn't supposed to feel anything.I headed straight to the girls and Grace

EMY'S POVI shut the door to my room with a hand over my chest, squeezing my fist. My thoughts were blank. I didn't know what I felt but anger was one of them. It was mixed with confusion. Why did I feel that way over what he said?No, it wasn't even him. I was angry at myself. Grace laid the trap and di waltzed into it like a fool. Because of my actions, I had unknowingly handed Hunter over to her.His attitudes towards me had deteriorated and I knew to expect worse for the next couple of days. If I was unlucky then it might just run into months- even worse, till the contract was over.How could he go from sweet to cold in just a few hours?Even if he didn't like me, he was tolerating me quite well. Did he finally get tired of the pretence and the act?I wished there was someone to answer my questions and give me full insight into the workings of his mind but I knew I could never bring myself to ask Thorn or Dylan.He wouldn't like that at all.My mind was still preoccupied when Hel

EMY'S POVWe stopped by the cinema and we watched a nice romantic movie that only made my heart beat faster when he placed his hand over mine like a real lover. Why was he acting so much like we were a real couple? I guess he was finally playing his part- to make feel like what we had was real.It wouldn't be a problem if only I was faking the way I was starting to feel.'Get some sense, Emy. Don't be such a cheapskate and fall for fake affections like this!' I tried to scold myself but the more I looked at it, I realised it wasn't entirely my fault.First of all, these things weren't cheap. The clothes, the food, the outing, the roof over my head- they were hella expensive! Second of all, I had never received attention and affection like this. My heart was only responding to a sweetness it had never received but admired from afar.I was going to be honest with myself here. Their act was fake but my emotions were real. What would they do if they found out? Would they cast me aside? Fr