Wickedly Yours

AMELIA 

        Standing in front of my father's desk in his study, I felt as though I was about to receive a death sentence. 

For a few minutes, he did not pay attention to me, even though he'd just called me to his study.

Eventually, he looked up. His piercing blue eyed gaze met mine and I s*ck*d in a sharp breath.

  "You're getting married in two weeks," my father said to me, returning his gaze to the document in his hand. 

"I-I...I don't understand," I said, a lump forming in my throat. 

"It's exactly as you heard. I suggest that you prepare yourself for the wedding. I have spoken to your groom," he replied and I stared at him, confusion stirring up inside of me.

My father was a dangerous man who headed not just one of the largest werewolf packs in New York City but he was also a member of a Mafia gang. 

Usually, I wouldn't question his requests. But I couldn't shake off the feeling of foreboding that had me in it's clutches. 

"What groom?" I dared to ask.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. My father cleared his throat, leaning back on his seat.

"Come in," he said and the door creaked open. My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of the newcomer. His brown eyes locked with mine for a few seconds and chills ran down my spine. 

Fabian Lancaster. 

He was my ex-boyfriend. I'd thought I'd managed to run away from him, but I was wrong. 

He was supposed to be dead. 

A smirk tugged at his lips as he strode in, shutting the door behind him. 

"Hello there, Cheesecake," he said, winking at me. 

My stomach rolled, nausea sweeping through me at the memory of that dreadful night. The night he'd assaulted me for confronting him because he'd cheated on me. 

"Dad, what's the meaning of this?" I asked, my voice cracking. 

"He's your groom," he responded blatantly and blood drained from my face.

How could he do this to me? 

"You know everything that happened between us, so why...?" I choked out, tears filling my eyes.

My father grunted, refusing to look me in the eye. 

"It's out of my hands now," he stated and Fabian moved towards me. 

I froze as he placed an arm around my shoulder. He leaned towards me, his lips brushing my earlobe. 

"I guess you can't run from me now," he whispered and I clenched my fists, rage simmering inside of me. 

Shrugging his arm off me, I stormed towards the door. My father's icy voice stopped me.

"Don't do anything stupid. My reputation is on the line," he said. 

A tear rolled down my cheek as my emotions weighed down on my chest. 

All my life, I'd lived just like my father wanted me to. I'd suppressed my desires and lived like the good girl I had to be. 

"I can't marry him," I choked out, tears blurring my vision. 

Surely, he can do this one thing for me? 

I wasn't asking for much. 

"Amelia!" My father roared, slamming his hands on his desk. I flinched, more tears crawling down my cheeks. 

"Come on now, Cheesecake. Stop acting like I'm a monster. We love each other. We always have. You won't regret marrying me, I promise," Fabian said.

"I won't marry you," I hissed and stormed out of the study. 

My legs shook as I made my way down the corridor, feeling sick. 

I'd never defied my father before. The thought of it was terrifying but I would rather die than marry Fabian. 

"Where do you think you're going?" 

Fear sank deep into my bones at the sound of Fabian's voice from behind me. Therefore I quickened my pace in a bid to flee from him but I didn't get far. 

He grabbed my hand and pinned me against the wall, his arm pressed against my throat. 

"You belong to me, don't you remember? You promised," he said and I gasped for air, black spots dancing across my vision. 

"I won't..." I choked out, desperately trying to drag air into my aching lungs. 

"You are mine, Amelia. You tried to kill me, you should grant me compensation," he whispered, planting a kiss on my forehead. 

"C... can't b..reathe..." I gasped, my fingernails digging into his arm. 

He slowly released me and I crumbled to the ground, coughing and sputtering as air rushed into my starved lungs. 

When he crouched in front of me, I leaned away from him as far as I could. 

"You should listen to your father unless you want to be responsible for your family’s downfall," he drawled. 

I glared at him, a bitter burn settling in the pit of my stomach. He brought a hand to my hair and stroked it. Then he flashed me a sarcastic smile. 

"If you truly wish to destroy your brother’s life, by all means, please defy me," he drawled and rose to his feet. 

Trembling with both fear and anger, I stared at his retreating figure until tears blurred my vision. 

...

A few hours later,  I chugged down another shot of tequila, brushing my hair away from my face with sluggish movements. I'd been drinking for a couple of hours to escape my reality. It was only a matter of time before my father's men would show up to keep me in check. 

As if on cue, I noticed three men stepping into the bar, dressed in black suits and sunglasses. 

I recognized one of them immediately. The scar across his lips was a dead giveaway. He was one of my father's men. 

Slipping on the blonde wig I'd carried with me, I moved away from the table and hurried towards the exit with my head lowered. 

Once I was out of the bar, I took off running. 

"There she is!" I heard someone yell and I panicked. I was too drunk to think straight. Plus, my heels were too high.

As I increased my pace, my face collided with someone's chest. I'd just bumped into a man.

He grabbed me by the shoulders to steady me. And when I looked up at him, my breath hitched in my throat. He was devilishly handsome and he radiated a dark aura. Most of all, he was a werewolf, I could tell because I was one.

His scent on the other hand smelled delicious. He smelled of cedarwood and Jasmine. I felt the urge to bury myself underneath his skin. It was an overwhelming feeling.

"I'm sorry. I-I wasn't looking," I stuttered and he blinked at me, a blank expression on his face.

"Were you being chased?" He asked, scanning me from top to bottom. I tugged at the hem of my skimpy red dress, feeling self-conscious.

"Can you help me? I'm in a bit of trouble, right now," I breathed. 

He eyed me for a few seconds and started to walk towards the car parked a few metres away. 

"Are you getting in or not?" His raspy deep voice caressed my ears.

I hurried after him, entering the back seat right after he was seated. The door was slammed shut, and the car began to move.

"Do you not realize that you might have just asked for help from the wrong person?" The stranger said, and I stiffened. 

Was he teasing me? Or was he...

"I'm serious," he deadpanned, and my blood ran cold in my veins. 

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"To a hotel," he stated, and I pressed my thighs together, my heart racing in my chest. 

I couldn't recall the last time I'd had s*x. Even so, the thought of having to sleep with someone I barely knew sent a fire of rebellion racing through my veins. I could imagine the look of fury on Fabian's face if he found out that I'd slept with someone else.

"I don't mind. Do what you will," I stated and he narrowed his grey eyes at me, reaching out to grab me by the chin. 

"You don't mind?" He demanded, his eyes blazing with such intensity, it made me feverish. 

"I don't," I breathed and his eyes grew colder. I could've sworn that his eyes turned crimson for a split second.

"You're a con artist, aren't you?" He spat. 

Excitement grew inside of me, warmth pooling low in my belly. 

"No. I'm the woman who will spend the night in your bed," I said, and he grabbed me by the throat. I lost my balance and he fell towards me, only to break his fall halfway down. 

My wolf howled in my head and my eyes widened in recognition.

'Mate,' Spring, my wolf whimpered 

When my gaze met his, I saw the shock in his eyes. 

"Who are you?" He asked, furrowing his brows. 

"Call me Amelia."

His frown deepened, his gaze sweeping down my face. His stare lingered on my lips for a few seconds. 

"We are here, sir," the driver announced and the door slid open. We both got out of the car and true to his word, we had arrived at a hotel. 

He started to walk into the lobby and I followed behind him as quickly as I could. 

Once we were in the elevator, he grabbed me by the wrist and slammed me against the wall. 

"What's your deal?" He demanded. 

"Want to know the truth? I have nowhere else to go," I slurred and his gaze grew heavier. 

The air seemed to have grown hotter. And so did my arousal.

The elevator halted and slid open. We both stepped out and walked into an elaborate hotel room. It was the biggest I'd ever seen. 

The moment he slammed the door shut, he pulled me against his body and kissed me. 

AMELIA 

      I stared at the hulking building in front of me, my heart racing in my chest as my nervousness grew by the second. My stomach squirmed and I tightened my grip on the business card in my hand—a souvenir from the stranger I'd slept with the night before. 

I'd awoken to find the hotel room empty. Not only did he leave me a thousand dollar note, he'd left me his business card as well. It was as though he was hoping that I would find him. It should have made me feel like a sl*t.

But as preposterous as it sounded, I'd gone in search of him because I needed his help. 

After deciding between visiting his home and showing up at his office, I'd chosen the later. 

"You can do this, Amelia," I muttered, adjusting my sunglasses. 

Squaring my shoulders, I stepped into the building and headed straight for the receptionist. 

"How can I help you?" A blonde woman by the reception asked, flashi