6

Emily's point of view.

Damien's house, 11:14 p.m.

The journey was long and boring. Damien stared at me the whole way, and I didn't give him a single look. His personal driver had put on some music, jazz I think, because we weren't speaking, we hadn't spoken a single word to each other. There was an awkward and very heavy silence. I looked at the landscapes, the mansion of my childhood was moving away, the people I loved were far from me now. I resented Damien, he had torn me from my family, but I couldn't blame him entirely I had agreed to leave. My only consolation was that mine were safe. And they were. I had done research in my father's office, with his permission, on Damien's pack and his position in the Council. My father, Damien, and all the Alphas in the area were part of it, and according to my mother, some of them wanted my father's territory. Damien and he were among the most powerful Alphas, and their respective territories were very attractive. Damien had one of the strongest packs, and was a highly respected and feared Alpha. About two years ago, an Alpha had attempted to invade his territory and take his place. Damien and his pack had decimated their opponents in a real bloodbath. I had heard of this story, but I had not tried to take more at the time.

When we got to his territory, the driver stopped the car, and I was forced to wear a stupid black headband. I initially refused, and at that point I was hit on the head from behind and fell into a black hole. When I woke up, we were in front of a gigantic and magnificent house. She was very modern. After briefly observing the house from the outside, a violent pain had taken me to the head, probably the shock of earlier, which made me groan. Damien apologized and turned to me.

- This is the house where you will live from now on, he declared with a small smile.

I contented myself with a simple nod, I had no desire to speak to him even though the insults towards him threatened to come out at any moment with the blow on the head that I had received. He had my suitcases in hand, and he climbed the stairs with ease, and I, not having recovered from the blow, I climbed the stairs as if I were completely drunk. I liked the places a lot, everything was design, I liked it a lot. On the other hand, knowing that I had to live with him pleased me much less. But when we weren't supposed to sleep together, that was fine with me.

Damien motioned for me to follow him, and headed up the stairs, my suitcases in hand. I followed him, not knowing the place and we crossed a vast chocolate-colored corridor which created a soothing atmosphere. He opened a door, and entered the room. I followed him. The room was so big that I was smug with admiration. A double bed was stuck to the left wall, a huge dressing room was opposite, part of which seemed unoccupied. On the right there was another door, which gave access to a large bathroom. Damien put the suitcases at the foot of the bed, turned to me and looked at me, a gleam was present in his eyes. The room was very cozy, which relaxed me a bit.

- And here is our room, he told me.

Ok, he was swimming in delirium.

- OUR ? No no no, I replied. I wouldn't sleep with you, no way. I came here to protect my pack, not for you.

- Your pack is now mine, he said in a tone that wanted to be as sharp as a razor blade. You will sleep here, in this room whether you like it or not. You belong to me now! he reminded me, his tone bitter.

And he was right. I belonged to him now, although I refused to admit it. I was part of his pack. But being an Alpha girl, I had inherited my father's pride and the urge to stand up to him was now at its peak. I will never sleep in the same place as this man.

- Ok I belong to you, but only because I am part of your pack now, I growled. You may be an all powerful and respected Alpha, but know one thing Damien, I will never submit to you, I will never sleep in the same room and in the same bed as you. Admittedly, I am here of my own free will, but we must not push the envelope too far. You're obnoxious, I spat at him, my tone flippant. If my father was in your situation, he wouldn't act like that, he wouldn't force a woman to sleep with him because he's respectful of him.

Hit. A torrent of emotions was present in his eyes. Anger, sadness, guilt. A pinch in the heart was felt in me, but I ignored it, I was angry with him for wanting to force me to sleep with him. Who did he think he was?

- I am not your father..., he said in a low voice, like a whisper to himself.

- That's clear ! I replied. Many men have tried to look like him, but none have succeeded because he is a real Alpha him. So now you're going to find me a room where I can sleep peacefully and rest. I don't know what you did to me, but I have a headache!

He watched me for a few moments as I massaged my head to ease the pain, which was much to my relief, and stammered a few words in confusion.

- Well... We... We'll find you a room.

His words had come out with great difficulty. He's not used to people standing up to him, let alone having the opposite of what he wanted imposed on him. Well, he had a minimum of savvy to understand that he did not have all the rights on my person. He picked up my suitcases and left the room heading for the door opposite. Another room was there, not as big but with space and was arranged in the same way.

He again put the suitcases at the foot of the bed.

- So this is your...room.

I walked over to the bed, and sat down on it. The mattress was very comfortable, and the blanket very soft under my fingers. I looked at the decoration, which was very simple: walls painted gray, a few paintings, large windows. A very nice room.

- Um, I... I'll let you settle in, Damien said leaving the room. I... Uh... I have some business to attend to. I'll be home tomorrow morning, he informed me.

And he left, confused. I let out a long held breath. So this is what my new life would look like: an overbearing Alpha, who hated being stood up to him. A life in luxury. My parents were rich, but Damien seemed even richer. Much more, which was quite surprising for his young age.

I had to do something, I had to take care of myself. I fixed my suitcases, and decided to store my things in the dressing room. I was putting my clothes away when my cell phone started ringing, I took it and a huge smile appeared on my lips when I saw who the call was from.

- Mom ! I exclaimed.

- Good evening my darling, she said in a reassured voice. So how is your new home?

- Luxurious. Very luxurious. If only you could come and see me..." I said regretfully.

I had only been gone a few hours, yet it felt like it had been years since I had heard my mother's reassuring voice.

- We'll come see you, we promise. How is Damian? she asked me in a voice full of curiosity.

I then explained my recent run-in with Damien, and she approved of my reaction. She advised me to be careful all the same, and to act in a thoughtful way. We talked a little more when my stomach decided it was time to eat. This whole story had made me hungry. My mother laughed on the other end of the line, and hung up, promising to call back soon.

"Fine, let's find the kitchen," I whispered.

I left my new room and returned to the entrance hall. I walked straight into the living room and a voice sounded behind me, making me jump.

- Good evening Madam, said an old lady.

- Uh, good evening, I answered lost.

She laughed at my confusion, which disturbed me even more.

- I'm Damien's governess, my name is Nathalie, she introduced herself.

- Hmm, Emily. The…” I began.

- Damien's female, she cut me off.

- No. For nothing in the world I will be his female, I growled, thinking back to his behavior earlier.

- You'll get used to it, she laughs. Are you looking for something?

- The kitchen, I'm starving.

She laughed and led me to the kitchen.

- What do you want to eat ? she asked, her voice full of enthusiasm.

- Eggs and bacon!

She gave me a warm smile, which I returned, and began to prepare my dish. I didn't like the idea of ​​having someone under my command, especially when it was an employee of Damien. Nathalie made me think of Gabriella, with her kindness. When I offered to help her, she refused, retorting "It's my job to do it for you, and it makes me happy.", so I preferred not to insist. She quickly finished cooking, and served me a large plate which she filled with eggs and grilled bacon. A delicate smell of smoke rushed into my nostrils, and I was already salivating at the thought of having the ingredients in my mouth.

- Thank you Nathalie, that looks extremely good, I say, taking a bite. But it's delicious! I exclaimed.

- Thank you Madam, it makes me happy, she thanked me.

I had only known Nathalie for a few minutes, but I really liked her, certainly because she had just calmed my stomach. I gave her a smile, which she returned. I went back to my room and snuck into the bathroom, I needed to relax. There was a tub large enough to accommodate at least three people, as well as an equally large walk-in shower. I opted for the shower.

I undressed and entered it.

The bathroom was filled with steam when I got out of the shower. The massaging jets had done me the greatest good. The bathroom clock told me it was two in the morning. I dried off and put on my pajamas, which consisted of an old black T-shirt and black cotton shorts. I crawled under the warm covers and fell asleep instantly, my mind wandering from this place.

I woke up to the rays of the sun tickling my face. I stretched out in my big bed and the day of yesterday came back to me full force: the farewells, Damien, our argument, my meeting with Nathalie. And especially my change of pack.

Tears fell before I could hold them back, some trickled down my cheeks, and others invaded my lips with their salty taste. I only sniffled once, and that was enough for someone to come up the stairs four at a time. Its woody scent was enough to make me know who was coming in exactly two seconds. One. Two. And the door of my room opened on the person in charge. Damian.

- Emily?! he wondered. Oh Emily what...

He had sat next to me and was about to hug me when I stood up and pointed at him, my eyes filled with hate.

- Get out!! Don't come near me! I screamed crying. Why did you ask for my presence huh? For what !

I collapsed to the ground on my knees, exhausted from the tears that refused to stop tearing my face when I was seized with tremors. Muscular arms encircled me and my head found itself glued to a torso made entirely of muscle. A large hand caressed my hair to soothe me. I didn't have the strength to push the owner away. I let myself go, cried all the tears held back since last night, while hearing these words he whispered in my ear to help me calm down.

- Hush, calm down. I am the. Excuse me..., Damien was constantly whispering.

His words, although I hated them from the depths of my being and my soul, calmed me and I fell asleep on these words so long repeated, in the arms of the one who had threatened my father to have me. What was it about...