chapter 14

I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't. They had to be lying. I tried to write to him at the orin pack, but that was my huge mistake, my letter was returned in person by his wife Evangelina, Tall, blonde absolutely stunning this woman was the eppitimy of grace and precisely what was wanted in a luna. It was then. It felt real that he had actually left me.
It was once Evangelina left that I lost our baby. The alpha had pushed me down the stairs, repeatedly kicking me in the stomach until I coughed up blood. His words broke me that day "you are mine mongrel, you have no rights, You whorish bitch, you are weak, barely anything. Just like your bitch of a mother and weakling like your father, you can't even protect that bastard in your belly."


That was when I lost all touch with reality and sunk into a deep depression-filled black hole. I lost that last piece of Ryan I had left. My wolf descended that day into the deepest parts of me, locking my shattered heart away with it. Now I was alone again.
It had been that night when Jeremy burst back into my world as a white knight on a horse. He spent the last seven years slowly bringing me back to life.


This was all history I didn't think I would ever have to face off again.

I don't know how long I spent lying in bed, remembering those early days. I sigh as I pull myself up. No, I can't do this. I don't want to be weak again; it is time to dump the old Emily and start finding my father's daughter and heir to the red pack Fuck your karma; you can't beat me, I say to myself, heading off to the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, I grab a quick bite to eat alone before I head off to the clinic to bury myself in my work. I knew I had routine maintenance work that needed to be done, and patient charts required filling. I knew doctor timothy would have a few new patients in today and a list of ones that I need to email; referalls to be approved. It is all pretty basic work that I could do with my eyes closed, but I love it. Right now, it's all I want as I knew it would keep my mind busy.

I had been working for an hour in the office. When I hear the door open.
Doctor timothy walks in, throwing me a glowing smile as I push everything away. "Hey you, how are you feeling? I heard you turned 27 last weekend. How was it?" She says, sitting down opposite me.

"It was good; I'm okay drowning in patient files now." I attempt a little smile, but it feels forced. I know I don't have the social energy for this right now.

"so someone asked for you at the desk. I told them you weren't her. They handed me a card and asked me to get you to call them." she reaches into her white jacket pocket and pulls out a small black card, sliding it over the table towards me. She stands, gives me a small hug, and whispers in my ear, "I won't push, but you don't seem okay today. You can talk to me if you need to." she says with a small smile before she walks out of the room, leaving me alone with the small deadly card.


After a not-so-friendly inner battle, I finally reach out and flip the card over.

Jackson enterprises
Damien Jackson Senior partner CFO
Email: Damien.Jackson@Jackson&co.ac.UK
Mobile:0789644593329
Office line: 01200555039
"Justice is our priority."


Right now, I was glad I was alone because if anyone watched me, they would think I had gone completely nuts. I felt Hysterical laughter bubbles up from inside me before I could suppress it. Wiping the tears from my eyes and trying to calm myself down, I finally focus on that stupid card.

Damien, He will never be Damien to me. I sit there. It could have been …hours, minutes, it could have been seconds, just looking at his name in the written tiny letter, trying to figure out precisely who Damien Jackson is now. He picked my father's name as his alias in some twisted game,

Is he still married? My heart skips a beat at the thoughts that pops through my mind…does he have children with her?

Why does he even want to talk to me? He obviously decided a long time ago that he was done with me. He chose her. Fucking karma is being a massive bitch by throwing us back in each other's lives.

I shove the card into the side pocket of my white jacket and focus on my work; what can I say? I and denial will become best of friends.

When I return from work a few hours later, Jeremy sits on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. he looks up at me and smiles. "Chinese for dinner?"

"Yeah, sounds good," I say, even though I couldn't care less about food now. I know if I act normal or as normal as possible, He would be calm and wouldn't force me to talk for a while.

Six hours later, and bottles of rum, whisky and sours are consumed between us, I find myself sitting back in the guest room looking down at that tiny, black card again. My Ryan, now Damien Jackson. I begin to giggle. It sounds as wonky and bizarre as it did earlier, but I can't help it. How fucked up was this whole thing? This time, Ryan, I couldn't get him out of my mind, and I may have made the stupidest decision possible…