Paris's pov

"I'd actually like to have the conversation with just you. Without the lawyer judging me."


"So you can make her uncomfortable? I don't think so. If there's anything you have to say, I believe you can say it here. We both have where we need to be, and you're wasting time."

"I don't have to deal with you." Paris and angrily, and William wasn't willing to back down,

"and Ember doesn't have to deal with you." he bit out.


"Paris, William. Neither of this is necessary. Paris, the project we share has come to an end. there isn't much left between the both of us than the divorce papers I need you to sign. When will you be free to sign them?"

"I've told you once before, and I don't mind repeating myself again and again until it finally sinks in. I'm not divorcing you. I'm not setting you free to be with the Lycan prince, or Jean.. Or even him." I said, gesturing to William, who glared at me.


"You really think so, don't you? I'll make sure you eat those words. I won't stop until Ember is free of you."

"seeing as you would do just about anything to be the man in her life. I'm not surprised by those words. But I couldn't care less about what you want. Ember is my luna, and she will remain my luna until all time. "

"enough!" Ember shouted, and narrowed her eyes at me, "You don't get to catch us in the middle of having a good time and decide whether or not I belong to whoever I belong to. You don't decide for me, Paris. You lost that ability a long time ago."

"Did you hear that? You lost that ability a long time ago?" William said, sounding cocky, and I wanted to bash his head into the nearest wall,

"I don't care if that's how you feel now. I just need you to know that I'd rather die than lose you, Ember."

EMBER's POV

I looked at him, unable to find the right words for him. This was supposed to be a special time with William, and Paris was ruining it.

And how dare he come here talking about rather dying than losing me? He wasn't acting like a dead man when he kept choosing Kate over me.

"What do you want from me, Paris?" I said wearily and he shrugged,

"Those five minutes you just promised won't be bad. Without the sulking dog though," he added the last time referring to William and I frowned,

"don't talk about my friend that way."

"Well, he's sulking."

"you better watch it," William said, stepping forward, but I placed a calming hand over his hand,

I turned to William, and looked at him apologetically, "would you please give us just a moment." I implored, and he looked like he wanted to argue, but shrugged instead

Then I grabbed Paris by his biceps and led him toward a bend so that we were somewhat alone

"What do you want?" I snapped,

"First, I need to tell you just how much I've missed you holding on to me. You've always had the nicest grip." I looked at where I held on to him and abruptly let go

"What do you want?" I repeated more firmly, and saw the ghost of a smile as he shrugged,

"Well, I guess I could start from the fact that I saw you on Monday. Do you mind telling me why you were at the hospital?"

I looked at him in shock. I had seen him as well, but I was of the belief that he had been so caught up with caring for Kate that the possibility of him seeing me was impossible. I suppose I was wrong.

but now that I thought about it, I had actually considered the fact that he would actually catch my scent. Seeing as I had moved around that hospital a lot that day.

"I had a blackout." I wasn't sure why I chose to tell him the truth. Perhaps it's because I didn't see a point in lying about it since he had already seen me. It wasn't like I was going to tell him why I had the blackout.

He thought for a moment before slowly nodding, "Have you had any more since then?"

"no." I shook my head, and he nodded again,

"Is this all you wanted to talk about ?" I asked when the silence had dragged on for quite some time.

"I had the impression that I was on borrowed time," he said, keeping eye contact with me In a way I found incredibly possessive and I had to gulp through the emotions it started within me.

Well, now you see it. Now, you see the reason why I was firmly against being with this man. All he had to do was be close to me, and look at me as though he could see my soul and I would forget that he was the one man who could make me incredibly miserable.

"you most certainly are. So, if you have nothing to say-" I started to turn away from him, but he grabbed me by my hand and pinned me against the wall,

"damn it, Paris… what the hell are you doing?"

"I have a feeling you so easily forget what it feels like to be in my arms, and so you content yourself with the Lycan prince or jean. Allow me to remind you." he brought his lips to my throat and I allowed myself one moment to remember what it meant to be Paris's lover, before remembering the trauma that ensued from it.

"Paris, let me go," I said, trying to be firm, as I pushed against him, but he didn't budge,

"You don't realize that I'm simply running mad without you close to me. Every night, I can't sleep because I crave your closeness. And even when I do find sleep, there you are, keeping your distance, and making me suffer."

"Paris."

"Tell me, Em. Just how long are you going to make me suffer until you come back to me?" he said and brought his mouth to mine.

I kissed him back because it was completely hard to restrain myself when Paris was this close to me. But I found the resolve to push backward, and shook my head, as tears burned the back of my throat. I simply couldn’t keep falling back into his arms every time he had me locked in his embrace.

I simply had to be stronger than all of this,

"I beg you, Paris. Let me go. Right now, please." I said, hoping I was a bit more firm, and before he could say anything, he was suddenly pulled off me and I stared in shock to see William land one on Paris's nose,

"didn't you hear her? She said to let her go!"

I watched in horror as Paris wiped away the blood that ran down from his nose,

"oh my gosh, Paris!" I cried, but he was already looking at William with murder in his eyes,

"you dare lay your filthy hands on me?!" Paris barked, as his wolf claws emerged but I ran toward him, holding onto his hand before he actually hurt William,

"don't do it, Paris" I cried, holding him fiercely, he turned to look at me with brown eyes that had grown amber, and I shook my head, "If you want to hurt him then you have to hurt me as well."