Emma's POV“Hey. Sorry. Urgent work. Out of pack.’ Draven finally texted me back after multiple calls and texts. Since he was out of the pack house for quite some time, a lot of work has piled up. I threw the phone on the bed and dropped on it, looking at the ceiling. He has so much work that he sometimes works overtime on regular days, I wonder how many days it will take for him to finish this work load.I felt bad for Draven, he was unable to come home because he has work but I was feeling lonely. I closed my eyes and grabbed the pillow, it still had hints of his scent lingering on it. I took a deep waft of it and closed my eyes. I was tired because of everything that had happened today and decided to call it a night. I was just about to drift info sleep when my phone buzzed. I got up hurriedly hoping it was a text from Draven and hurriedly open the phone to check. To my utter shock and disappointment, it was not Draven but X. He had sent a single message which read, “How are yo
Emma's POV“Emma? Where are you hiding? I know you are in there, come out.”The housekeepers were trying to tell her that I was sick and resting but it had no effect on her.To be honest, I saw this coming from miles away. Since the very beginning, she was very supportive of Stella. Now that Draven told me that Stella went and cried her a river, I knew she would come to find trouble with me.Even in the past, Sherry hated me not because I was not a good daughter-in-law or because I didn't treat her well. She was just unable to accept me and wanted to make me leave so that Stella would come back when she wakes up from the coma.That time, I used to be silent and let her walk all over me but not anymore! I was prepared for what she had.The rukoos she was creating were even starting to disturb the neighbors. I knew that this San won't leave and Draven is not here either, so I had to take matters into my own hands even though I had zero interest in meeting her. “Mrs Sinclair.” I greeted
Emma's POVSherry, being Sherry, did not leave and we had to call the security to literally kick her out. The security guard was a newly appointed young man so he was not very well aware of the rules of the complex. I told him not to allow anyone in just because they are related to the Alpha and called me once to verify.He apologized to me and told me how he himself was harassed by Sherry until he let her in. I instantly knew that he was not lying, I was very well aware that Sherry was indeed capable of doing such things.I went back to my house, my mood was so ruined to the point that I could not even sleep peacefully.I was watching television downstairs when Draven unlocked the door and came in. I greeted him from the sofa, “You are back.”“Yes.” He said before coming to sit on the single seater. He looked tired and the dark circles under his eyes told me that he hadn't slept for a long time. I asked, “Do you want to eat breakfast?”“No. I already had it.”“Okay.”He then said, “
Emma's POVBlood running through my body froze and the bag which I held in my hand dropped.“What? When?” I asked and the two narrated me whatever she knew, “She was found dead in her room this morning by the security guard. The Alpha was informed and he immediately rushed back to the pack.”“Draven is back in the pack?” “Yes. He is already here and the Sinclair Mansion is sealed off.”I could not believe my ears and I dropped like a soul less body on the sofa next to me. Sherry was healthy for her ago, I met just two days back. She looked just fine that time, how did she die all of a sudden?I could not process a word out of my mouth and barely managed to ask, “How did this happen?”“Nobody knows, the police are keeping the informations tight but…” The housekeepers looked at each other, they looked hesitant to reveal the later part of the sentence to me.I looked at their face and furrowed my eyebrows, “What is it?”“That… The housekeepers of the Sinclair Mansion told us that it was
Emma's POVWithin a few hours, the news of Sherry's death started to blow up all across the news. The news agencies from our pack and the packs nearby were covering it intensely. No matter what channel you turn to, you would find a reporter talking about it.It was confirmed that Sherry was indeed murdered. She was brutally stabbed to death while she was asleep in her own bed. So far, no one is being held as a suspect and the investigation is still going on.This news shocked the entire territory. How can someone break into the most heavily guarded place of the pack and murder someone? And, who would want to kill Sherry? I agree that she was a terrible mother-in-law and a human but she never had anyone she could call her enemy. She always played it safe and only bullied people who are weaker to her.It was already night and there was not much of a development. The police were keeping every single information tight so it was hard to determine if they found any clue or not.With each p
Emma's POVTwo months passed just like that and I did not hear a thing from Draven. Right after the funeral finished, he flew out to Italy with his sister with no news of returning. In his absence, Robin and my father were the one taking care of the pack disputes.During the initial days, the whole pack was awaiting his return and every now and then, we would hear rumours that the Alpha was back in the pack but as I mentioned, those were just mere rumours.I used to call Robin and ask him where Draven was and when he would return. The Beta used to answer my call just to tell me he had no idea what the Alpha was upto and slowly, he too stopped responding to my calls.I tried every mean possible to contact Draven all of which ended in failure. Even Alex and Natasha tried to use their influence to use me but all of them dmended in vain too.The kids too stopped asking me about their father after they noticed how much it was affecting me. Even the case was closed after being dismissed as
Emma's POVThe excitement and the smile which was plastered all over my face froze abruptly. Even the hand which I held up to wave at him were left hanging midway.“Stella? Why is she with him?” Natasha asked and I shook my head, indicating that I had no idea what was going on.Stella smiled at him and right in front of my eyes, interlocked her arms with him and leaned on him intimately. She smiled wide and waved at everyone before doing something I never expected to see in a million years.She flaunted her engagement ring to us.I heard my heart shatter into a million piece when I saw this scene unfold in front of my eyes. I was not a fool who could not connect the dots. No wonder Draven did not even bother to talk to me once on the apst two months. He got re-engaged go Stella.“What the fuck is happening? Did you know about this?” I was fighting back my tears at this point and could not say a word. I shook my head negatively as my eyes were locked at the happy couple who were flaun
Emma's POVThis was a stupid idea!I was no longer a teenager to go clubbing whenever I was sad, I was almost 30 but the two were so excited that I could not refuse. Within the next ten minutes, I found myself looking through my clothes to find a dress fitting for the club while Natasha judged me. As for Alex, he was on the phone with the babysitter.No matter what I wore, it failed to impress Natasha. She said, “Emma, you are going to a club. Not to a book club. Putnon something sexy.”“I don't have anything sexy!” I stood in front of the wardrobe, almost at the verge of tears as I wasn't able to find anything good.“Move aside, let me check.” Natasha took over and looked through the clothes. She was unimpressed by most of them when suddenly, her face lit up. She picked out the cloth and tossed it towards me, “Here, wear this.”The dress that she chose was a little wine red satin dress. As soon as I saw it, I shook my head, “No. No way I am wearing that.”“Why? What is wrong with it?
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r
Emma's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing I heard as I slowly regained consciousness. My head was foggy, like I had been submerged in water, struggling to break the surface. My limbs felt heavy, as though they were made of lead, and every inch of my body screamed in pain. But the worst part? The cold, empty feeling in my chest. I couldn't remember what had happened. I couldn't remember how I had ended up here, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bland white walls.I tried to open my eyes, but they felt weighted, unwilling to obey my command. With a small groan, I forced them open, squinting against the bright lights above me. The world around me was blurry, the shapes and figures shifting like shadows. But I could make out the figures of my children—Asher and Ashel—sitting beside me, their faces filled with relief, their eyes wide with worry. Asher’s hand was holding mine, his grip warm and familiar.“Mom?” Asher’s voice was gentle, but I could hear the r