Imperious.

Part IX: Emilia & Tom

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Author's Note: Please vote and comment, it helps. This chapter for the first time contains both Tom and Emilia's perspectives if it's confusing let me know, hope you enjoy. 

 Pages: 35 - 39

E M I L I A  -

  In everyone's life there's a point where a person knows that they're supposed to be doing one thing, but what they really want to do is just so tempting, and what they're supposed to be doing is just so dreadful, that they give into the temptation. In other words, procrastination.

Take this point in my life for example: I know I'm supposed to be participating in this meeting I've been planning and preparing for weeks, but my thoughts are so tempting to indulge in that I zone out of the meeting. But just for a moment, of course - I have a reputation to uphold.

My mind's a factory. One simple thought is all it takes before my mind is obligated to break it down and have the contents of that one thought analyzed until the thought has been produced into something bigger and more complicated.

Before you know it, that one simple thought is now a complicated over-thought that has made my brain explode into endless thousands of thoughts that makes my head spin and hurt. Needless to say, I analyze even my own thoughts to find something undetected, something bad, something hurtful.

And right now, my main thought is: why I was taught to be a great Alpha but not a great mate? Why wasn't I taught how to balance my mate and the pack? In Tom's and my relationship, I am the Alpha and Tom is my Alpha and therefore my pack's as well.

Thankfully, it's now something I can think about and not feel like I'm trapped, it's just what happens when you fall in love. I've simply realized that it's inevitable to even try and force him away, but again, how do I balance him and my pack?

Today Halle acknowledged him as "Escort Tom." I clenched my fists so hard and focused on the steady rhythm of Tom's heart because my wolf wanted out. It was so bad that I was beginning to imagine myself beating her and making it a public display to let any and everyone that dares to call my mate an escort know that it isn't acceptable and won't be tolerated.

The name's so belittling and foul that it tastes bitter in my mouth. Escort and my mate Tom shouldn't be in the same sentence, but it's used to acknowledge him, and the thing is, Alpha's have been allowing this, and I've been doing this. Do other Alpha's not feel what I feel?

 And if so, why hasn't any changes been made?

"Alpha Emilia." Annabelle says respectfully, trying to keep the disdain out of her voice, but the amusement is evident in her eyes.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I look around to find that the men here for the land extension meeting have disappeared.

"You missed the entire meeting; you were here but not exactly here," Annabelle says gently.

"I was thinking about Tom," I say honestly.

Giving me a small smile she nods, "I know, the meeting ended about ten minutes ago. Just look over these and everything will be official." Annabelle politely instructs me, I sigh before nodding.

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After looking over the contracts and such, I make my way to the school for wolves. I hope Tom's doing alright.

T O M -

 "Lucky?" I ask confusedly.

"Yes, lucky, as in you can't be bossed around or commanded to do things." The guy shrugs.