Emily's POV There was a loud silence in the room which made me feel a bit nervous. I looked around the room and smiled.“Although I recently just arrived at Galahad clan, Jacob has been treating me pretty well.” I responded with a calm smile. “I hope I can calm Jacob's worries and rule Galahad clan together with him.”Matteo gave me a what-are-you-doing smile which I ignored.I stood on my feet and turned to everyone. “Thank you for having me, my name is Emily Silver.”There was a gasp in the room which I ignored. Although I was married to the Galahad clan and family, I was still my own individual and I didn't want that to change simply because I was married.“I didn't know there was such an interesting Luna in Galahad clan,” The Luna of Crystal Pack said which made me smile.“Anyway, let's start the meeting.” The Alpha of Crystal Pack said and I sat back down next to Matteo. “There is a group of rogues who attacked Crystal Pack and I need the help of the Galahad pack and the Donova
Emily's POV “You dare, Matteo? I'm your sister! My wolf has nothing to do with this!”“You're not a full werewolf without your wolf, Emily. You better find a way to regain it before I abandon you to the devices of Galahad pack.” Matteo responded coldly.“And father? He didn't send you here to look after me either, then what about elder brother?”“Forget about it, no one cares about you. In fact, since you got married, you lost your value to Donovan pack. You should be grateful that I even bothered to come over here.”“You'll regret this Matteo, I know you will.”Matteo headed back to his carriage and rode off, leaving me alone.I fell to the ground, tears rolling down my cheeks.“You'll regret this, Matteo.” I repeated as tears fell from my eyes which I quickly wiped once I sensed someone coming over.The high that I once rode on completely shattered because of Matteo.“Hey, you okay?” I heard a familiar voice behind me.“Completely fine, now leave me alone.” I said only for the pers
Emily's POV “Ugly things,” I said, tracing the wound.“Luna, come with me.” Melissa said.“Just tell me where the Alpha is and I'll go to him, I have another task for you to handle.” I said.“Okay, what task is that?” She asked me softly.“Take Fayne here to the library.”Melissa hesitated but then she nodded, “Okay, I guess I can do that.”“Where is the Alpha?” I asked.“In the dinning room.” She responded.“Okay, I'll go to him. Make sure no one gets in the way of Fayne's study.”“Understood, but who is this Fayne exactly?” Melissa asked me. “He seems to be human.”“He is human,” I responded. “He used to be the human king's hunter but that is all in the past, Fayne is an helper to me so just treat him like you would treat me.”Fayne's lips parted but I decided to not pay him any attention. “I'm going to leave now.”I started to head back to the pack house.“But Luna, will you be alright?” Fayne asked me to which I nodded.“Yeah, just go.”I proceeded to walk forward while keeping m
Fayne's POV “The Luna told me to take you to the library. There's no problem with that, but since you're not a werewolf, it can be hard for you to keep your bearing there.”“Can you tell me what your name is?” I asked her.“Oh, it's Melissa.” she responded.I nodded. “Then let's go, Melissa. And, you can call me Fayne.”“I know, the Luna told me.”“I see.” I responded.“Come with me,” she said.I followed Melissa to the library where several maids passed by. I guess they were in the lowest of the hierarchy but somehow they were still higher than me. After all, they were werewolves.“Come on in,” Melissa ushered me and I looked around at the multiple scripts on the shelves in the library and sighed.“I'll be right by the door in case you need me.”I turned to her. “No, please go and tend to the Luna. I think she needs you more right now.”“You're in danger more, I'd like to guard you. You don't know how dangerous werewolves can be. You're just a human.”“I know I'll be fine.” I said a
Emily's POV Fayne looked at me, his gaze heavy. He just wouldn't understand.When I was in the water, I saw a flash of my wolf. I didn't know whether it was a vision or an imagination but it was definitely a message. I saw my wolf drowning. She was trying to tell me something but my senses seemed so short from it that I could barely understand it.“I’m sorry Fayne but I need to meditate.”I sat at the edge of the water and closed my eyes about to meditate but Fayne sighed. “No, your dress is wet. You're going to catch a cold if you stay in this for long.”“Well, you're right.” I responded. “But I feel that I might lose the moment to catch up with my wolf.”“No you won't.” Fayne was about to place a hand on his shoulder but then he pulled away.“The easier you are on yourself the more meditative state you'll be in, thus making it easier to connect with your wolf. Isn't it?”Although I didn't want to do what Fayne was suggesting, I felt it wasn't a bad idea. I was always indulging to a
Emily's POV I turned to Fayne and his lips parted. I looked further ahead and sighed, feeling my ability to smell come back to life. Suddenly, I was surrounded by floral scent which filled my senses.“Guess the drink you gave me worked, Fayne. My sense of smell is back.”“It is?” Fayne smiled at me and I nodded.“I would like to try and run in my wolf form.” I said.Fayne's eyes widened. “Alright.”He turned around, hiding his gaze from my body. I removed my outer robe and shifted into my wolf, tearing my inner robes into shreds. My wolf felt completely free and I ran into the woods, feeling the air soak me in completely. For the first time, I felt completely covered in my essence. I was finally in touch with my inner self.As my paws danced against the softness of the ground, I felt completely grounded and rooted.“Where have you been all this while?” I asked my wolf.“Although I was unconscious, I was always with you. Sorry I didn't connect with you sooner.”I sobbed internally whil
Emily's POV “Jacob, you're here. Have a seat.” I gestured towards a seat at the table.“Thank you,” He sat down on a chair at a table and I sat down with him as well.“What is going on?” I asked him.“I just wanted to talk to you.” He said.“Oh I see,” I responded. “About what?”I was fighting everything in me not to snap at him. I reminded myself that in order for me to get what I wanted, I needed to be strong but mostly calm and composed.“Well, I'm going to a trip to a Redstone pack for personal reasons. Would you like to come with me?”I thought about it. It could be a plan to get me to eat and drink in another location so he can poison me and blame it on others.“Actually, I want to explore this place a bit more so I'm not going.”“Are you sure?” He asked me.“Yeah,” I answered. “By the way, what are you going to do in Redstone pack?”“Well, just to build some connections that's all.”I hesitated. It sounded like a good thing to go to Redstone and make some connections but right
Emily's POV “What would you like to eat?”“Give me something light.” I said.“Okay. Maybe something like pudding and salad?”I thought about it for a moment.“I'll just have a sandwich and a drink.”Fayne nodded, “Okay.”Then he walked down the hallway. I entered my room and sighed, waiting for Fayne to come back.When he arrived, I stared at him.“Thank you for the sandwich.”I took a bite from the sandwich and placed it back onto the plate.“By the way, are you doing okay, Fayne? You've been working for me for so long and…”I trailed off.“Anyways, you can go. I'll talk to you tomorrow.”“Yes, Emily.”Fayne picked up the tray and walked away then closed the door to my room. I sighed when he was gone. Then I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.*** The next dayI woke up to the lights from the window creeping into the bedroom. I sighed and yawned, gently stretching. When I was done, I ran my fingers through my hair and smiled.“What a good day.”Then I remembered that I had to ge
Emily's POV Fayne remained by my side, his loyalty unwavering. Or so it seemed. But as the days crept by, I couldn’t ignore the way his eyes lingered on me, as if searching for something beyond my words. His fever had broken, but something else had shifted in him, something I couldn’t quite grasp. One afternoon, I found him in the training grounds, slashing through wooden dummies with a ferocity that bordered on madness. Sweat slicked his skin, his breaths ragged. “Fayne,” I called out, my voice slicing through the air. He stilled, knife held loosely in his hand, eyes glazed over with whatever war raged in his mind. “Emily.” His voice was hoarse. “I was just... preparing.” “Preparing for what?” I stepped closer, my gaze sweeping over the wreckage of splintered wood. “For whatever comes.” His gaze flicked to me, something wild and desperate gleaming in his eyes. “You’re surrounded by enemies, Emily. Rosie. The pack members who doubt you. They’ll all come for you eventually
Emily’s POVThe pack house was buzzing with urgency as Melissa rallied the warriors. Shadows danced across the walls, their movements feverish and uncertain. But I couldn’t afford to be uncertain. Fayne walked beside me, his presence a steady anchor despite the chaos. His loyalty was unwavering, but it only fueled my resolve. I couldn’t let him down. I couldn’t let anyone down. When I reached the front gates, I saw her. Alpha Rosie, standing tall and formidable, flanked by her warriors. Their eyes gleamed with challenge, a restless energy crackling through the air. I stepped forward, head held high, my voice cold and unyielding. “Alpha Rosie. You’ve returned sooner than expected.” Her gaze swept over me, a cruel smile twitching at her lips. “I wasn’t satisfied with our last conversation. So I’ve come for answers.” “Answers?” I folded my arms over my chest. “I told you the truth. Jacob is dead. It’s time you accept that and move on.” Her eyes narrowed. “Move on? You think I
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