"You're my queen, you always will be, no matter what you do," He whispers, gazing softly at me.
I arch an eyebrow. "Even if I run?"
He hesitates, giving me a disapproving look. "Even if you run."
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Harper loves her life. She had everything she n...
The song above is Empire State Of Mind by Glee. I quite like this version.
So you can read ahead on Inkitt now.
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Harper's POV
Three months later
"Harper dear, do you think you can take the rubbish out?" Emily asks me, in her sweet and kind voice. Nodding my head, I take the apron off my body and walk around to the bin.
After grabbing the trash can, I swing the back door open. The air is nippy, but I pay no heed to it. Sirens echo through the busy streets as the cars honk and people go about their day to day lives. For a second, I relish in this somewhat peaceful moment. I haven't had a proper break for a couple of months now, not since I left Leon and his castle.
The lady who picked me up, Leanne, was heading to the big city that never sleeps and asked if I wanted to join her. Since I can't go back home right now, in fear of Leon finding me, I decided to say yes. Leanne kindly let me stay with her until I found my feet—which I'm still doing.
So, I got a job at this local café, earning my keep at her small flat. We actually get on really well. Despite her being a human who has no idea about wolves, we manage to be great friends. She only asked me once why I was running away in the middle of nowhere in a ballgown and since then, she hasn't asked me at all. She knows I don't want to talk about it—about anything, in fact.
"Harper, we need you!" Emily shouts, bringing me back to reality. With a sigh, I take a step backwards and step inside the warm café.
It's busy, packed with New Yorkers who all have places to be.
Plastering a friendly smile on my face, I bounce over to the counter and begin taking orders. The smile I plaster of my face isn't real though—it never is anymore. I miss my old life. God, I miss everything about my old life.
The city is so different. Since we reside in the middle of New York, I don't have access to the woods. I haven't shifted into my wolf for so long now, it feels unnatural. Wolves shouldn't go this long without shifting, it's unhealthy. One thing keeps me from running off to the closest forest and that's fear. Fear that Leon will catch me.
I find myself often thinking about Leon. I wonder if he is searching for me. If the last night I spent with him is anything to go by, I can safely assume he is.
A part of me is afraid that he will find me. But then, after that night, I feel certain he won't. That woman I met had intense feelings for Leon. I could sense it. Eventually, Leon will give up and will notice her. She will make sure of it.
I'm brought back from my thoughts when a customer waves a twenty-dollar bill in my face. Flashing her an apologetic smile, I take it from her grasp and continue to do my job without any thoughts of Leon.
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I arrive at my apartment later that night. My poor feet ache and my muscles groan in protest. My clothes feel sticky and smell gross. I blame the subway for that.
