THE CURSED LUNA

Amira pov

I was entertained by the manner in which he presented everything, from the documents to the tape for the projector presentation.

"Ma'am, how else may I assist you?" he inquired gently, his tone laced with sarcasm, though I was uncertain about my own needs at that moment. "Nothing much, just arrange my lunch with the dispatch rider and bring me some papers related to Alpha Christina's proposal."

He nodded and exited, closing the door behind him. My focus was deeply immersed in the paperwork he had delivered when I suddenly heard a chilling voice that sent a shiver down my spine; it was a voice I recognized. "Amira," he called, but I couldn't lift my head to confront him, as the voice resembled that of Alpha Christian, and I preferred to avoid complicating matters by acknowledging him with the ridiculous name he used. "Amira, I know it's you. Please," he insisted, sweeping his hand across the table to capture my attention. "What do you want from me, Alpha Christian? I am not your lost Amira, Princess Shabatan. Leave me alone. My only concern with you is the contract proposal, but if you continue to call me names I have no connection to..." I trailed off, my glare intense enough to ignite a fire.

Alpha Christian's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through mine. "Don't play dumb, Amira. I know it's you. You can't hide from me forever."

I slammed my hand on the table, my patience wearing thin. "I'm not hiding from you, Alpha Christian. I'm simply not interested in your games. If you have business to discuss, then let's discuss it. Otherwise, leave me alone."

Alpha Christian's smile was like a cold breeze on a winter night. "Oh, we have business to discuss, Amira. And it's not just about the contract proposal."

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued despite myself. "What are you talking about?"

Alpha Christian leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I'm talking about our past, Amira. Our history. You can't erase it, no matter how hard you try."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke, his words striking a chord deep within me. What did he know?

Leave now, I said with a low growl, my eyes widening in disbelief as I struggled to figure out how to make this fool understand that I am not his Amira.

He was more than just an annoyance; a rush of adrenaline coursed through me as I approached him. I am not Amira. Sit down, and let's discuss business-if you're willing to listen, that is. I declared, his gaze fixed on me, cold and analytical, as if he remained unconvinced.

Overcome by a wave of frustration, I struck the desk with my hand, causing him to flinch. "Listen, Alpha Christian. I am not Amira. I have no idea who she is or what significance she holds for you, but I can assure you, I am not her." Alpha Christian maintained his unwavering gaze, his eyes locked onto mine as if he were searching for answers. "I know it's you, Amira," he insisted, his tone calm and steady. "You cannot evade me. I have been looking for you for years." I inhaled deeply, attempting to regain my composure. "I am not Amira," I reiterated, articulating each word with precision. "My name is Emily, and I am a business professional. If you wish to discuss the contract proposal, I am open to that. However, if you persist in calling me Amira, I will have no option but to terminate this meeting."

Alpha Christian's demeanor remained unchanged, yet I detected a brief flicker in his eyes. Was it a doubt? Uncertainty? I couldn't quite identify it. Nevertheless, he nodded and took a seat across from me. "Very well, Emily," he replied, his voice laced with skepticism. "Let us proceed with the business discussion. But be aware: I will uncover the truth."

At that moment, Tris entered the room, his gaze locked onto Alpha Christian, who was visibly seething with anger, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. "What is happening here?"

Tris's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he took in the tense scene before him. "What's going on, Emily?" he asked, his voice firm and commanding.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Alpha Christian here seems to think I'm someone named Amira," I explained, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Tris's gaze snapped to Alpha Christian, his eyes flashing with anger. "That's enough, Alpha Christian," he growled. "She's told you she's not Amira. Leave it alone." Alpha Christian's face twisted in a snarl. "You don't understand, Tris," he spat. "I know it's her. I can feel it."

Tris took a step forward, his fists clenched. "I don't care what you feel, Alpha Christian. You're not going to harass Emily with your delusions. Leave. Now."

Witnessing Tris's defense captivated me to the point where I couldn't even look at Alpha Christian; my focus was solely on Tris. Eventually, he directed his attention to Alpha Christian, who was silently watching him. He hesitated and said, "I... I apologize, Alpha, but Emily is not your Amira; she is my Emily."

My heart skipped a beat at Tris's words, his possessive tone sending a shiver down my spine. I felt a rush of emotions, unsure of how to process what I was hearing.

Alpha Christian's face turned red with rage, his eyes bulging in disbelief. "How dare you!" he spat, his voice venomous. "You think you can just claim her like a possession?"

Tris stood his ground, his eyes never leaving Alpha Christian's face. "I'm not claiming her as a possession, Christian. I'm stating a fact. Emily is with me, and I won't let you hurt her."

I felt a surge of gratitude towards Tris, his defense of me touching my heart in ways I couldn't understand. I looked at him, my eyes locking onto his, and saw the sincerity and protectiveness in his gaze.