Emily
The clean and earthy scent of sandalwood with a hint of sage filled my nose. As I opened my eyes, I saw the white silk sheets on the other side of the bed.
And they were empty.
A thin stream of light came through the heavy curtains, and I knew it was already later in the day. Usually, I don’t sleep so late, but the events of yesterday must have really worn me out. Between Michael cheating on me with my half sister Chloe and heading to the bedroom with a man I had just met, it was a busy day.
Now, I was waking up alone.
It was almost a relief that he was gone already. Now I didn’t have to face my shame.
Still, a part of me had hoped to wake up in his arms. I thought we had a great night. Did I do something wrong?
I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts of him. I need to get out of here.
I tossed the sheets back and gathered my things. I tried to tidy up a little bit as I searched for my clothes.
I sighed and ran my hand over my face. My life was already a mess, and I had to go and do something, or someone, and make it even worse. If anyone found out, I would be in serious trouble.
Especially Chloe, she’d spread this around on the gossip train, and I’d never hear the end of it. Father would be furious, and my step-mother would only stoke the flames.
I groaned and tugged on my clothes. I left the penthouse behind me, and I wished none of it had ever happened. I made my way home, but the pit in my stomach got larger as I got closer.
It was as if I was walking into a dark cloud. The idea of facing my family after being gone all night made me sick to my stomach.
As I always did, I reached up to take my necklace into my hand. It was an item of comfort for me, and one of the only things I had left from my mother.
Only, when I went to touch it, it wasn’t there.
My heart nearly stopped, and a new wave of panic overwhelmed me. It felt as if the darkness was closing in.
Things had gone from bad to worse.
Did I lose it? Had he taken it?
Logan
Eight missed calls from my father had me sneaking out of the hotel room while my one-night-stand slept.
From the voicemails, I already knew there was a storm brewing at home. All he said though was that I had been caught on camera and needed to get home as soon as possible.
So that is what I did. I drove home, all the while wondering what the big deal was. What did he mean I was caught on camera? And what did it matter?
For two years, I have been playing it safe. I kept my head down, did what I was supposed to do, and I always got results. All I wanted was to become the next Alpha and to prepare for my campaign to be the next Alpha King.
