Emma.I was shaking. Standing before the council so soon after a tense meeting with King Drag just the previous day got me feeling like a black sheep. “Do you even understand what you’ve done?” Drag’s voice was filled with cold fury as he placed the vial on the table, his eyes piercing through me. “This! She was trying to feed him the contents of this bottle!” he stated and looked at the rest of the men. The council members muttered among themselves, leaning in to examine the vial as if it held some dark secret. One of them scoffed, "An expensive vial. Not something just anyone could get their hands on, is it?"“And the silver covering,” another added, eyeing it with suspicion. “Silver. You know what that means for wolves, don’t you? Silver is lethal to werewolves. I don't see how the content could be any less harmful—”“You’re misunderstanding me, I didn’t hurt him, it's a cure—” I tried to interrupt, but Drag cut me off with a sneer.“Oh, we’re misunderstanding? Then enlighten us.
Emma.We were back in my room after the meeting with the elders. Aragon was awake. I was out of trouble. At least for the time being. "How did you know about the antidote, Emma?" Kael's voice was very soft as he sat on the edge of my bed, his gaze piercing. I shifted, my mouth suddenly dry. "A servant gave it to me," I stammered. "I told you, she just handed it to me."Kael's jaw tightened, and he looked at me as though studying every inch of my face. "Do you expect me to believe that? That a servant would just hand over something like that?""It’s the truth, Kael. Why don’t you believe me?"He let out a slow breath. "I don't think you're lying, Emma. I know you couldn't have just found those ingredients. There's no way you’d have access to what it took to make that antidote."Relief washed over me. "Then you believe me?" Kael’s expression softened slightly. "Emma, I’m not the one who needs convincing. They think you're lying to protect yourself."I shook my head. "But it’s the tru
Emma.I ran my hands down the dress Kael had chosen for me, feeling strange but somehow excited. It had been so long since I’d felt like I had a reason to be excited. Tonight, maybe things would start making sense. Maybe tonight I could start to feel like I belonged.Once I was dressed and Cassidy did my hair in a pretty braid, I waited at the porch of the royal house, my eyes on the horizon where I expected Kael to arrive any moment. But it wasn’t Kael who approached first, it was Selene. She wore a sleek gown that clung to her like she was trying to show off every inch of herself. “I heard you took a little trip to the servants’ quarters,” she said with a smirk, her voice underlined with mockery. “Decided to find where you truly belong?”My fists clenched, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I went to speak with someone. It’s none of your concern, Selene.”Selene’s eyes widened as I mentioned her name. We hadn't said much since after the Tis'Uma. I practically avoided her with all
Emma.I sat in the dark room, my knees pulled to my chest, face buried in my hands. The room was silent and the air was filled with the stale scent of untouched food and loneliness. I hadn’t eaten, hadn’t even sipped water in two days. It was as if every ounce of strength had drained out of me, leaving me hollow and numb. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I didn't bother wiping them away.Cassidy was there, hovering just by my bed. She’d brought linens and fresh clothes, even food. But each time she dropped the food, I grew nauseous and went to retch. Right there on the bedside table was cold coffee, stiff bread, and chicken soup that had lost its warmth. I hadn’t touched any of it.“Luna, you can’t keep doing this. Please.” Cassidy's voice was soft, pleading, but I didn’t look up.“Don’t you dare call me that,” I spat, the words coming out hard before I could stop myself. “Do you even know who your Luna is?” I looked up, watching her flinch as she swallowed back any retort.“I’m sor
Emma.The few days leading up to the wedding passed in a blur. I kept to my room, ignoring the sounds of laughter and celebration drifting to my chamber. The pack house felt like it belonged to someone else. For two days, I remained locked away, an uninvited guest in a place I’d thought would be my home.On the morning of the wedding, I could hear footsteps outside my door. Cassidy was the first to come by, her voice soft as she knocked.“Mistress?” she called, “Can I come in?”I didn’t answer, just closed my eyes and leaned back against the headboard. I didn’t want to see anyone, especially not someone who would only tell me how beautiful the day was going to be.“Mistress, please,” she continued, her tone filled with worry. “It’s the wedding day, I thought you might want some company.”Then there was another knock, firmer this time, followed by Williams’ voice.“Miss Emma, it’s time to come out.”“Just go away, Williams,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.He huffed impatiently.
Emma.This felt like a dream. A good dream and yet a nightmare. Alec. He was alive and he was here at Kael's wedding. “How did you get into the pack without anyone noticing?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as he led me around a cluster of rose bushes.He chuckled softly, glancing back at me with a smirk. “It’s a big event, Emma. No one’s paying attention to a servant with a few wine crates.” He gestured to his clothing, a simple uniform, like that of the catering staff, his usual look swapped for something utterly different. Even his hair was cropped short at the root. And just at the edge of the bushes, I spotted the truck, loaded with crates and bottles. It was practically invisible, it blended right in. My eyes widened. “You risked all this just to come see me?”His expression softened, and he reached out to steady me as I stumbled over a loose stone. “Emma, you have to come see our mother. You have no idea how much she needs you.”My heart pounded but I shook my head. “I should go b
Kael.I stayed in my place at the head of the table, accepting the endless tributes from several pack leaders. They came with gifts, with words of loyalty, each bearing gifts that they presented respectfully and bowed before walking away to let the next wolf step in. It should have felt gratifying. It was faster all my special day and I should have been happy but my thoughts kept drifting and infuriatingly, it wasn’t about my bride. It wasn’t even about the pack or my father’s approval. I felt it every time I let my gaze drift across the room, seeking out a certain head of brown hair…seeking out her.But Emma wasn’t there. She’d been sitting in the far corner, half-hidden by the shadows, until now. A flicker of irritation coursed through me. I’d told her she was to attend the ceremony. I’d made it clear that she wasn’t to go anywhere. Yet, she’d disappeared, vanishing into the crowd like she didn’t belong to my command.I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder, pulling me back from my spi
Kael.I returned to the ceremony grounds, my eyes swept over the guests, they were still very cheerful and happy, unaware of the storm inside me. Emma has been taken. This was war. I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders as I stood at the center of the room. At once, a hush fell on the crowd and heads turned towards me.I had their attention. “An enemy has come to our midst on this day of joy!" My voice was loud and upset. I couldn't keep the anger down. I couldn't remain calm despite my best efforts. “My bond mate, Emma, has gone missing. She was last seen on the edge of our territory, and we have reason to believe a rogue vampire has taken her.”At once, whispers filled the air, people gasped in alarm and fear. I could hear murmurs. "A vampire?" "What was a human doing out there?"My pack was well aware of the rivalry between us and the vampires, and any hint of them encroaching on our land was more than just an insult, it was a threat.And yet, even as I spoke, I could fe
Emma.I would rather be anywhere than here. Yet, I found myself walking closer to him. Seeking his touch, his warmth, his eyes. . My fingers trembled as I toyed with the fabric of my dress, my gaze fixed on the ground. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Derek was there, just a few feet away, and yet it felt as though an ocean stretched between us. My stomach felt hollow with doubt and fear, and I hated myself for even being here. “Emma," he called out to me again and I blinked. “Alpha Derek," I replied meekly. “Why are you here?” His voice was cold, distant, “Is there something wrong with your room?” I flinched at his tone. It was dismissive and I looked down. “No, the room is fine,” I stammered. My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat quickly. “That’s not why I’m here.” Derek's eyes bore into mine. “Then why?” My breath hitched as tears pricked my eyes. I hated this feeling. I felt small, exposed, and foolish. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, backing toward the door. “I s
Derek.Madrid’s voice was like background noise as I sat in my study just across the throne room. We had to restrategize for the attack against Jonathan's pack. It was getting out of hand and I was losing patience. But still, something else played out in my mind. A memory I didn't want to relive and yet it was stuck in my head. I had my hands splayed out in front of me, but my mind wasn’t there. It hadn’t been for a while now. Madrid night as well have been speaking with himself. “Alpha?” I heard him still, he sounded like a fly disturbing my thoughts. “Alpha Derek?” Madrid repeated, his voice sharper this time. I blinked and turned to him, nodding absently. “Did you hear anything I just said, Alpha?” He sounded bothered at my being distracted. I gave another small nod, though the truth was, I’d caught only fragments of his plan. Something about baiting the enemy and making them attack first. “You said we should bait them in,” I replied, hoping it was close enough. Madr
Emma.I froze. The massive wolf stood before me, its green eyes glowing wildly. My breath hitched, and I instinctively removed my hands from my breast and crossed my arms over my chest, shielding myself as best I could. But the wolf suddenly snarled and stepped closer intimidatingly. I was lost. I was trapped. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I tried to turn away but at this time, the wolf growled and moved towards me, each step made me back away until I was now completely immersed in her shrub. “I'm sorry," I mumbled helplessly. I didn't know what I was apologizing for. Seeing him naked? Or being so moved by it that I couldn't help myself? The wolf didn't stop, it moved even closer and its eyes remained firmly on my breast, staring intensely. “Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. The wolf moved even closer until the space between us was a few inches. I stumbled back, my foot catching on the uneven ground. It followed. My back hit the rough bark of a
Emma.I hadn't slept well. No, I was plagued with visions of Cathy trying to hunt me down and finish me off. The thought of the poison still lingered in my mind and I couldn't help but wonder how much the hybrid from her past had hurt her. I was a hybrid. But I'd never transformed. I didn't want to see the monster I'll be. Or were the doctors even right? Could I ever transform? My head was filled with these questions as I swung my heavy legs off the bed and padded to the door. I was a little hungry and Derek had warned me against starving. The knock at my door startled me as I reached for the handle. Pausing, I moved away a little. “Come in,” I called softly. The door creaked open, and Daniella stepped in, balancing a tray with a cup of latte and a plate of pancakes. Her face lit up with a shy smile at the sight of me. “Good morning, Miss Emma, you look beautiful as always.” My cheeks flushed. I felt heavy, like a bear or something. But I guess the pregnancy glow was still a
Emma.Cathy sprang to her feet, looking at me guiltily. I started, transfixed. Cathy. Cathy poisoned me. “You," I caught myself saying before I could stop myself. “What? Emma, how could you say something like that?" Her face went pale, her hands trembling slightly as she held them up in surrender. “Why would you?” I started, but my voice broke. Cathy had been my only friend in the whole pack. She was my stronghold. Why would she poison me? Why would she want me dead? Was she trying to save her pack from me? Did she think I was a spy? Words failed me. I looked at Cathy and tears poured down my face freely. “Wait,” Derek stepped between us. His voice was calm. “Cathy, did you give her the tea?” “Yes, but—” Cathy stammered, shaking her head. “I didn’t know! I swear, I didn’t know anything was wrong with it. I just made it the way I always do!” “Nightshade doesn’t accidentally end up in a cup of latte,” Derek said, his tone hardening.“I didn’t do anything!” Cathy cried out
Emma. When I woke up, I could hear the soft beeping beside me and I knew I was at the clinic again. The smell of antiseptic hit me and for a second, I heaved dryly. I had an aching temple and I wanted nothing more than to just sleep. “Hey, are you okay?" I heard a voice say softly and touch my face as I blinked my eyes open. The doctor’s face was scrunched into a slight frown as he scanned the clipboard in his hands. When he finally looked up at me, he sighed. “I’ve made a rather shocking discovery,” he said, his voice low, as if trying to soften the blow. Cathy shifted beside me, and for the first time, I saw Derek was standing in the clinic too and he crossed his arms but didn’t say a word. “What is it?” I asked, my voice shaky. The doctor glanced at Cathy briefly before looking up at me. “Emma, your body is being weakened by the hybrid nature of your child. It’s wearing your system out and your body just isn’t strong enough to sustain the pregnancy in its curr
Emma.I stayed behind the pillar, barely breathing as Tristan and Regina exchanged pleasantries with Derek. My eyes wasn't playing tricks on me. Tristan was really there and Regina was right beside him. Regina. What did she want with Tristan? Did they know each other? Did she have something to do with Roger's death? Most likely. Tristan’s presence alone was enough to unsettle me, but Regina's fake smile made it even worse. I shifted slightly to get a better view, my fingers gripping the cool stone of the pillar for support.For a second, his eyes darted in my direction and it narrowed. Had he seen me? My heart thundered as I quickly stepped back behind the house and fled the lakeside, hurrying into my room. The rest of the day became a game of avoidance. Every creak of a door, every approaching footstep sent waves of anxiety through me. I practically stayed in my room, avoiding any room I thought Tristan or Regina might enter. I was still in my room, a little too absorbed
Emma.The morning light trickled through the curtains, warming my face and waking me before I was even ready to wake. My body ached, not from physical exertion but from the discomfort of being in a place that wasn’t home. I stretched, shaking off the fog of sleep, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I had to take a warm bath and perhaps a little stroll to ease the tension I felt within. A soft knock startled me and Cathy walked in. She was already dressed in her usual tight leather with her hair pulled pack into a neat bun. "Morning," she said, her lips stretching into an easy smile. “How are you feeling today?” I hesitated. Was there a correct answer to that? “Fine, I guess.” I lied fluidly. I was anything but fine. I wanted to be somewhere else. I wanted to be with Roger. I wanted to be home. She frowned slightly. “If you need anything, nything at all, just let me know, okay?” “Thanks,” I murmured, sincerely appreciating her concern. But now I was wary of peo
Derek.The sight of Emma standing there, naked and startled, with water dripping down her shoulders, was enough to root me in place. The basin was too small for her frame. I could see every inch of her no matter how much she tried to fold into herself. She crossed an arm over her chest, cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she tried to shield herself. Alpha," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "What... what are you doing here?" I snapped out of my stupor and cleared my throat as I bent down to retrieve the dagger. "I knocked. Twice. You didn’t answer." My voice came out more hoarse han I intended, but I couldn’t help it. Was I pissed off at her or was my husky voice a sign of something else entirely? I couldn't dwell on that. She averted her eyes, reaching for a towel on the stool beside her. "I didn’t hear you," She trailed off, pulling the towel around herself hastily. "Why are you bathing in here?" I asked, gesturing to the cramped basin. The question sounded s