Emily's POV She had short bob hair with red makeup around her eyes. She was beautiful and had a very sweet smile.“How are you?” She asked sweetly while I brought my right hand to my chest fearfully.“You poisoned me.”The woman shook her head and glanced at me with squinted eyes. “I don't understand what it is that you are saying.”“Are you saying that just to sound wise?” I asked which led her to frown.“I know I have been poisoned by you. Why else would I spit so much blood?”The woman sighed. “Of course, you think I posioned you when I only fed you some herbs to clean out your insides.”I looked around me. It was true that I felt lighter on the inside but why would I spit out blood?“You had some internal bleeding due to your fall but thankfully it healed in time.”“So you mean to say you didn't poison me?” I asked as I stood up to my feet with some struggle.“Yes, if I did, you wouldn't be here as I speak.”I stumbled forward and the woman led me back to the brick bed which was
Emily's POV “I wish I had more time with her,” Said Emilianna.“I don't mean to sound cruel but life doesn't always give us the life that we want.” I said.Emilianna chortled. “I can tell you didn't grow much on love. You're too harsh,”“Is that too much for you?” I asked.Emilianna sighed. “I forgot to ask you why you were at the spot where I found you. What's your history? That is, if you're willing to share.”I smirked. “You really want to know?”Emilianna nodded. “Yes, please share.”“Actually, I'd like to keep that to myself for now.”“Oh, looks like you haven't gone far in trusting people enough to tell them what you feel about life.”“Honestly, Emilianna. Would you blame me? I've walked this life wanting love but what to do when I don't find it? I can't just kill myself for it now. Can I?”“Listen Sweetheart, love isn't in a person. It's in the things you do. If you want to make yourself feel loved, it could be as simple as doing your hair so dancing in the moonlight. It coul
Emily's POV “What do you want to do?” I asked myself out loud, but then I decided to keep my thoughts to myself.“Don't worry about anything,” I said to myself. “Everything will work out eventually.”Then I ran my fingers through my tangy hair and sighed. How could I bring myself to sleep at ease when Maron did something so horrible to Emilianna's daughter and she didn't know. Wouldn't it be easier to get rid of me while I'm asleep? I sat up on the bed.“No, I will not sleep.”“You will sleep.” I heard a voice at the entrance of the cave causing me to sigh. It was Emilianna.My mind was fearful but my heart was calm. I wanted to tell Emilianna what I had heard but I just couldn't bring myself to. She wouldn't trust a stranger over her pack member.“Emilianna,” I said, and she smiled as she walked over and caressed my face.“Why aren't you sleeping yet?”“I don't feel comfortable.” I responded.“You don't feel comfortable enough to sleep or what?”“Yes.” I said, and she smiled. “Shoul
Emily's POV “It's the Alpha’s decision to make. It seems if we don't accept you, the Alpha won't accept us either. And from the looks of it, you're highly valuable to the Alpha.” The guy with black skin said.“How am I valuable to the Alpha?” I asked.“I mean it's pretty obvious, she let you sleep in her late daughter's cave.”I hummed. So the cave I slept in actually belonged to Emilianna's late daughter. I didn't know how to feel about that.“My name is Adam by the way.” He said which made me nod.“Right, Adam.”“Come on, let's go. I'm curious to see how you hunt.” Maron said and I nodded.I was given a bow and an arrow and I held onto it firmly as we were led to the woods.There was a group of deers and some pigs in the woods.Maron whispered to me. “Kill one, let's see how good you are.”I knew that this test depended on me doing well. That was the only was for me to get any atom of respect from this pack. Knowing they were rogue wolves, it was easier to realize with them that ev
Emily's POV “You alright?” She asked me and I nodded.“I'm fine.”“You haven't had anything to eat, have you?”“Not today.” I answered.“Come with me, there's probably something for you to have in the kitchen.”“Right.”I followed Penelope to the kitchen and it was filled with many chefs who were making many things.Penelope turned to one of them, “please make carrot soup for two.”“Okay, no problem.” The chef said and went to start a meal from scratch.“Is carrot soup that good?” I asked Penelope. “I've never had it before.”“Oh it's so nutritious. It heals your gut. I Iearned from my grandma that if you want to heal your brain, it all starts with the gut.”“Really?” I said.“Sure.”We sat outside the kitchen and Penelope sighed at me.“I don't know why but I feel like I can talk to you about anything.” she said and I raised a brow.“Really?”“Yes, that's why I wanted to connect with your wolf when we were at the woods but I couldn't.”“Right.”When the food came, I was grateful to
Emily's POV I stared blankly at Emilianna. My heart was beating so fast, I could feel it in my throat. I didn’t know how to begin. The words were there, but they were stuck. They felt too big, too heavy to say out loud."Emily," Emilianna said softly, her voice calm and gentle. "I’m here. I’m listening. Whatever it is, just tell me."I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "I... I know something," I began, my voice shaking. "Something important."Emilianna nodded, her eyes encouraging. "Go on," she urged, her tone patient and kind.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "It’s about Maron," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "He... he killed your daughter."Emilianna didn’t react the way I expected. She didn’t gasp or look shocked. Instead, she remained calm, her eyes soft but steady. "I know," she said quietly.I blinked, confused. "You... you know?" I asked, my voice full of disbelief."Yes, Emily," she replied, her voice gentle but firm. "I’ve known for a long
Emily's povWe both froze the moment we saw him, but I got even more scared, slowly standing up to my feet. My hands shivered. The look in his eyes didn't seem like he was excited to see us."Quite a bonding..." He uttered, and tried moving closer to where we stood. However, we slowly backed away, our heart drumming.What the hell is he doing here, what did he want from us? I pondered inwardly when he suddenly spoke out, his voice low, and evil."You're scared..." He said, as I swallowed. Why wouldn't I be? After everything I knew about him.I slowly turned my head towards Emilianna who still had her eyes fixed on him. Her face was covered in sweat, and I noticed that she was trying so hard to push down the lump that got stuck in her throat. "You think you all can know the truth about me, and get away with it?" He asked, inching closer as we moved further back."ANSWER ME!!!" He roared, and we both flinched."There's nothing here for you. We were just relaxing, and you came here to i
Emily's POV "UGH!!!" I growled. The pain of the transformation was still telling on me. My breaths came out in shallow pants. My claws stabbing against the nearby trees as I staggered, trying to get a hold of myself."No, no!" I growled, closing my eyes tightly. I wanted the transformation to stop. It was so painfully, and all I could smell was the metallic smell of blood that increased greatly."Ahhhh!" I screamed still staggering. However, my line of sight moved towards the place where I heard the sound.My heart raced, and I was eager to know what it was, and for some reason, the urge to kill it took over me."Where are you..." I muttered walking in a slow pace. I didn't want my movements to scare the little guy off.Finally, I saw a view of the I was looking for. A creature, a squirrel with blood running through it's veins. I could hear it's heartbeat, and I fem the urge to take it away from it."Ahhhh!" I pounced on it from the little distance, depriving it of it's acon before f
Emily’s POV We walked back in silence, the forest thick with the crisp bite of morning air. Fayne’s fingers never left mine, his grip steady, as if he feared I might slip away if he loosened it. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was still clinging to that old version of myself—untouchable, unbreakable. But his warmth seeped into me, a promise I hadn’t realized I’d been craving. Melissa was waiting at the pack house entrance, her brows drawn tight with worry. When she saw us approaching, her expression melted into relief. “Thank the stars.” She rushed over, eyes darting between us. “I was about to send a search party.” “I’m fine,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. “Fayne’s fine. We’re…” I glanced at him, hesitating. “…we’re good.” His smile was small but genuine, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us. Melissa’s gaze narrowed, suspicion creeping in. “You sure you’re okay, Fayne? You look pale.” “I’m alright,” he replied, though I could see the fatigue etched i
Emily’s POVI couldn’t sleep that night. Fayne’s words echoed in my mind, tearing apart the carefully built walls I’d spent so long reinforcing. *You can’t keep pushing me away.* But I had to. I had to protect myself. To maintain control. Love was a weakness I couldn’t afford. And yet, my chest ached from the void his absence left behind. When dawn’s light spilled through the curtains, I forced myself to rise. There was work to be done. The pack to lead. The illusion of control to maintain. But as I walked through the corridors, I couldn’t ignore the way the pack members avoided my gaze. Whispers lingered on their tongues, doubt festering like an infection. They saw the tension between Fayne and me, the cracks in my authority. I wouldn’t let them see me falter. Not now. Not ever. Melissa found me in the dining hall, her face pale but composed. “Emily, we need to talk.” “What is it?” I snapped, my nerves frayed from a night of sleepless torment. “It’s Fayne.” She hesi
Emily’s POVThe hours passed in a restless blur. I prowled the corridors of Galahad like a caged animal, my mind tangled with thoughts of Fayne, Rosie, and the delicate balance I was struggling to maintain. I’d given Fayne his task, planted the seeds of deception. Now I had to wait for them to take root. But patience had never been my strong suit. Melissa found me in the training hall, my fists slamming into the padded target with punishing precision. The rhythmic thud of my strikes did little to ease the agitation clawing at me. “Emily.” Melissa’s voice was cautious, her steps light as she approached. “Is something troubling you?” “Everything,” I snapped, my fist crashing into the target one last time. “Rosie. Fayne. The constant need to keep everyone in line.” Melissa folded her arms, her gaze steady. “You’ve managed well so far. The pack is loyal to you.” “Only because I make them fear me more than they fear the unknown.” I wiped sweat from my brow, my breathing uneven.
Emily's POV I stormed through the corridors of Galahad, my mind spiraling into dark, desperate plans. The further I went, the more the anger burned. Rosie had dared to come into my territory, spewing accusations and threats, tearing at the threads I’d so carefully woven into control. I couldn’t let her unravel everything. Not when I was so close to consolidating my power. Fayne was a loose end. One that Rosie would undoubtedly try to tug at until it snapped. I reached his door and shoved it open without bothering to knock. Fayne was awake, sitting up in bed, his eyes clouded with fatigue but brightening the moment he saw me. There was something too earnest, too genuine about his smile. “Emily.” My name sounded like a prayer on his lips. I hated it. Loved it. Needed it. “I need to talk to you.” I closed the door behind me, locking it with a flick of my wrist. The air between us thickened, the quiet humming with something sharp and urgent. Fayne’s gaze drifted over me, the
Emily's POVI stormed down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. Everything about Fayne rattled me. His persistence, his unwavering devotion—it was infuriating. But most of all, it was terrifying. I couldn’t allow myself to be weak. Not when I had everything I’d ever wanted finally within my grasp. Jacob’s power. His pack. And yet… Fayne’s gaze haunted me more than Jacob’s corpse ever could. “Emily.” Melissa’s voice cut through the whirlwind of my thoughts. I hadn’t even noticed her approaching. She looked at me like she had something important to say, her eyes unusually bright. “What is it, Melissa?” I snapped, too wound up to entertain whatever nonsense she’d come to me with. “There’s… news.” Her voice wavered, something close to fear in her eyes. “What kind of news?” “Rosie. She’s returned.” I felt my breath hitch, a cold chill slipping down my spine. Alpha Rosie of the Thorns Pack wasn’t the kind of woman to back down easily. If she’d come back to Galahad,
Emily’s POVThe fire had nearly burned itself out by the time I allowed myself to sit. My legs trembled as if my own fury had drained me. It was definitely not easy being Alpha at all. I sighed as I walked.Fayne’s words echoed in my mind, relentless and maddening. “What if I never leave, Emily?” How could he be so certain? How could he look at me like… like I was something precious? Something worth fighting for. I wasn’t precious. I was *ruthless*. Everything I had, I took. Jacob’s power, his allies, his pack—I claimed them all. Even Fayne. I’d poisoned the only man who had power over me and buried him in a coffin like a secret to be forgotten. No one questioned my claim as Alpha. No one dared. But Fayne? He questioned me with every look, every word, and still, he stayed. That loyalty should’ve made me feel triumphant. Instead, it rattled me to my core. I needed control. Over him. Over everything. A knock at the door. I straightened, wiping the frustration from my face
Emily's POV Rosie was a problem. Fayne was a problem. Neither could be ignored. I exhaled sharply, rolling my shoulders back. Think, Emily. If Rosie kept pushing, I’d have to deal with her. But killing her too soon would bring chaos. I needed to manipulate her, draw her in, make her believe I wasn’t her enemy. As for Fayne… I still didn’t understand how he had hidden so much of himself from me. He had always been powerful, but the energy I felt when he blocked my path earlier—it was something else . Something more . I needed to test him again. Push him. See where his limits were. I turned away from the map, my decision made. First, I would handle Rosie. Then, I would handle Fayne. Fayne’s Room I entered his room without knocking. Fayne was still in bed, his face paler than usual, but his eyes snapped to mine the moment I stepped inside. He had recovered faster than I expected. “I thought you’d stay away longer,” he murmured. I walked toward him, my e
Emily’s POV I narrowed my eyes at Fayne as he stared at me with that ridiculous, dreamy expression. He was still weak from his wounds, but there was a strange certainty in his eyes that unsettled me. I needed to be sure. “Do you know who I am?” I asked, my voice steady. Fayne smiled, as if the answer was obvious. “Of course,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The moment the words left his lips, he reached for me. Before I could react, he pulled me forward and kissed me. My entire body tensed. His lips were warm, gentle even, but the shock hit me harder than anything else. I wasn’t expecting this. I shouldn’t have let this happen. A rush of emotions surged through me—ones I didn’t want to name, ones I didn’t have time to deal with. My instincts kicked in before my thoughts could catch up, and I shoved him back with enough force to put space between us. Fayne looked at me in confusion, his brows drawing together. “What’s wrong?” I turned my face away, composing myself. “It’s
Emily's POV For a moment, I didn’t move. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at him, unmoving. He was out cold. Damn it. I couldn’t afford anyone seeing this—seeing *us.* Not yet. If anyone found me tending to him, questions would arise. Suspicion would grow. I exhaled sharply before making a quick decision. Melissa. I left the room swiftly, moving through the halls without drawing attention. When I found her, she was already lounging in her new quarters, basking in the luxury I had granted her. “Melissa,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. “I need a bowl of water, a towel, and any fever medication you can find. Now.” She blinked, surprised by my urgency, but she didn’t question me. She simply nodded and hurried to gather what I needed. Minutes later, she returned with the supplies, following me back to Fayne’s room. The moment she stepped inside and saw his unconscious form, she let out a low whistle. “Looks like your pet is broken,” she mused.