Emily's POV I watched Link walk away, shoulders tight with unsaid words and silent wounds. The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence he left behind weighed heavy on my chest.He’d always been loyal—my right hand, my shadow. He never asked for more than orders. Never demanded space in my heart. But tonight, he had. And I didn’t know how to answer him.Because I wasn’t the same woman I used to be.And part of that… was because of Fayne.Fayne, who’d woken something I’d buried deep. Not just desire, but the terrifying ache of being wanted—not as Alpha, not as a weapon or symbol—but as *me*. I found myself walking to his room again, steps slow, unsure. It was past midnight, the pack settled in sleep. I told myself I was just checking on his recovery. That I was still Alpha, and this was just duty.But my heart was louder than logic.When I pushed the door open, Fayne was awake, sitting at the edge of the bed. His torso still bandaged, eyes dimmed with exhaustion, but he looked u
Emily's POV The silence in the room wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind that pressed against my ribs like a weight.I sat at my desk, the flames from the candles flickering softly across my scattered notes. I’d been reviewing reports all evening—territory defenses, supply counts, schedules for the warriors. The usual duties of an Alpha. And yet, none of it held my focus.Fayne.That man had slowly become more than just a complication. He was an ache I had grown used to. And worse, I was beginning to crave the ache.Link had noticed. Of course he had.He hadn’t always been in my circle. In fact, Link only truly became my right hand after I became Alpha. I chose him. I needed someone sharp, dependable, loyal. Someone who didn’t know the old me too well—someone who could adapt to the version of Emily I was creating: cold, strategic, unflinching.And Link fit that perfectly. Until recently.Now, there was something in his eyes when he looked at me—some emotion I never invited but couldn’t f
Emily's POV After my talk with Link, I lingered in my chambers longer than usual. My hands rested on the stone windowsill, eyes locked on the horizon, even though I couldn’t see a damn thing. My mind was elsewhere—down the hall, behind a door where a man I never expected to trust had begun to unravel all my fears and guards.I knew what I wanted. It wasn’t power or strategy or legacy—not in this moment. It was him.I left without calling for anyone. My guards knew better than to question me now, and I walked straight to Fayne’s quarters, my heart thudding with every step. He’d been healing well since that fever, stronger every day. But this—this would be the start of something new. A commitment not born out of war or alliance, but something far more terrifying: choice.I knocked once, then opened the door.Fayne was sitting near the fire, half-dressed, reading through a scroll. His expression lifted the moment he saw me.“Emily?” he said, surprised but warm.I stepped in and closed t
Emily's POV The day had come. The day I never thought would happen, not in this way. I stood in front of a simple altar, the sun’s soft light filtering through the trees around us. The soft whispers of the wind were the only sounds that filled the air, creating an almost surreal sense of calm. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t entirely burdened by the weight of leadership. I wasn’t worried about what the pack would think or how they’d react. I was simply here, in this moment, with Fayne.I had never expected this to happen so soon, but when I looked at him, standing by my side, I knew it was the right thing. The bond we had forged over time had only grown stronger. The trust, the respect, the love—though it had been a slow burn, it had become something unshakable.Fayne’s hand was warm in mine, steady and unwavering. He looked at me with such intensity, his expression soft but filled with purpose. I could see it in his eyes—he was here with me, for me. And that g
Emily's POV As the fire crackled in the background, we stood together, watching the festivities unfold. The night was warm, and the scent of the forest surrounded us, creating a peaceful atmosphere. I felt a weight lifted from my shoulders, a sense of peace that I hadn’t realized I’d been longing for."Tonight is perfect," I murmured to Fayne, my voice soft.He smiled, his eyes glinting with affection. "It is. But it’s only the beginning."I glanced at him, wondering what he meant. He always had a way of making the future feel like something we could tackle together. "What do you mean?""I mean," he said, leaning in slightly, "that now that we’ve committed to each other, we can do more. Together. As Alpha and mate. We’ll build something strong here, Emily. And I’ll be by your side through it all."His words were comforting, but they also stirred something in me. A part of me had always feared the future—feared what would happen if I failed. But with him by my side, it didn’t seem as
Emily's POV Just as Melissa and I stood together, the weight of my possible pregnancy still hanging in the air between us, a sudden shout echoed through the courtyard.“Alpha Emily!”I turned toward the voice, watching as one of our younger scouts sprinted up the path, breathless and flushed from the run. He held something in his hand—a sealed letter marked with a familiar wax insignia. My heart clenched the moment I saw it.The Donovan crest.My family’s sigil.I stepped forward, took the letter from his trembling hands, and nodded my thanks. He bowed and quickly turned to leave, clearly uneasy being near such heavy tension. Melissa’s eyes widened as I turned the envelope over in my hand.“That’s from them, isn’t it?” she asked softly. “From your brother?”I didn’t respond. My hands already moved on their own, tearing open the seal, unfolding the thick parchment.I read.And as I read, the knot in my stomach grew tighter.Dear Sister,I suppose congratulations are in order—Alpha of
Fayne’s POVThe room smelled of scorched parchment and tension. When I entered the war chamber, I found Emily standing with her back to me, stiff and silent, her hands clenched at her sides. The hearth behind her cast flickering light against the stone walls, but nothing warmed the chill I felt in the air.“Emily,” I said gently, approaching. “You called for me?”She didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against her forearm, a habit she had when something was unraveling inside her mind.Finally, she turned and met my eyes. “A message came. From Donovan pack.”That name alone made my jaw tighten. I’d heard it whispered with venom before but never directly tied to her so openly.“Your brother?” I asked.She nodded, then picked up the folded parchment from the table and handed it to me.I unfolded it slowly, eyes scanning the sharp, aggressive handwriting. The message was as cruel as it was bold. Her brother—Donovan—was threatening to take Galahad from her. Not throu
Emily's POV Something was wrong.I felt it the moment the wind shifted—the kind of instinct only an Alpha could trust. The air was too still, too heavy. My stomach twisted as if the universe was holding its breath.I was pacing in the war room when the doors swung open.Fayne stood there, his face pale and clenched, the kind of expression that made my heart stop before I even heard his voice.“Emily,” he said, low, broken.I crossed the room quickly. “What happened?”He didn’t answer. Not at first. His eyes searched mine like he didn’t know how to say it.Then he held out something—a cloth, stained deep red.And I knew.“No,” I whispered.He unwrapped it gently, reverently, as if even he didn’t want to see it again. But the moment I saw it, the world around me collapsed.Link’s face stared up at me, frozen forever.I couldn’t breathe.“No,” I said again, louder this time, stepping back, as if distance could undo what was in front of me. “No. No, this isn’t real.”Fayne’s voice was ti
Emily's POV Later That Night – War RoomFayne was already there when I burst in. His face turned sharply toward me, sensing my fury before I spoke.“There’s a tunnel under my chambers,” I told him, holding up the dagger. “It’s how Lucien got in. I found this at the end of it.”Fayne took the blade gently from my hand, reading the name carved in the metal.“Matteo,” he clenched his teeth.“Yes. And if my brother’s been using it… it means someone in Galahad helped him.”Fayne’s face darkened. “Joren mentioned someone—someone higher up. They called him ‘The Watcher.’ Said they were orchestrating something from within.”My knees nearly buckled. The Watcher..My blood whispered with dread. I didn’t know who they were—but I would find out.Fayne stepped closer, his hand brushing mine. “We’re being gutted from the inside.”I nodded, throat tight.“They’ll regret underestimating me,” I said. “I’ll tear them from this pack one by one.”Even if it had to be carved from the bones of a broken pas
Emily's POV Dawn broke over Galahad like a sigh of relief—gold light bleeding through the shattered remnants of war. The air still smelled of smoke and blood, and the ground outside the pack house was carved with claw marks, ash, and sorrow. We had survived.But we had not emerged unscathed.I stood before the remaining pack members in the central courtyard. Healers moved quietly among the injured. Warriors, some still bleeding, knelt beside the bodies of their fallen. I felt their eyes on me as I stepped forward—not as their Alpha, but as someone who bled alongside them.“We lost too many,” I began, my voice steady, though my heart throbbed behind each word. “But we are not broken. We are not done. Galahad still stands.”A low ripple of voices answered me, like the beginning of thunder.“Our enemies came into our walls,” I continued. “Not through strength. Not through skill. But through betrayal.”That silenced them.I looked at Fayne, who stood at the edge of the gathering with his
Emily's POV “I am its architect.” His voice sharpened. “I bled to carve this world and you—you ungrateful little thing—think you can reshape it just because you wear a crown?”I stepped forward, shoulders square despite the ache in my belly. “This pack is mine. And you’re just a bitter shadow crawling through the cracks.”His smile died.In one breath, he was before me. He struck.I barely blocked the blow, steel singing as I summoned my power—shadow and flame pulsing from my palms. Our magic collided, shattering the air with a boom that knocked down the throne room’s torches. I stumbled, catching myself against the wall as he advanced again.“You’re weak, Emily. You’ve always been,” He spat, raising a blackened blade—ancient and cursed.“No,” I growled, blood in my mouth. “You just never expected me to survive.”I launched my power again, this time from the core of me—fueled by rage, by memory, by the child I hadn’t even held yet. Fire burst across the room, smashing into him and se
Emily’s POVThe room was spinning, or maybe it was just me. My legs barely carried me to the edge of the bed before I collapsed into its hold. Blood. The unmistakable warmth of it stained my thighs and soaked through my garments.I tried to breathe, to focus, but panic was rising like a tide I couldn’t stop.The door burst open just as the shadows started to close in again.“Emily!” Fayne’s voice was hoarse with urgency.Behind him stepped a healer—an older woman with a composed presence and knowing eyes. She moved fast, kneeling beside me without hesitation. Fayne hovered, his eyes darting between the blood on the sheets and the furrowed worry on the healer’s face.“Help her,” he growled low, his fists clenched.“I am,” the healer said gently, her hands already working. She pressed her palms over my lower stomach, a warm hum of power flowing into me.I felt the baby—alive. Faint, but there.“She’s still holding on,” the healer murmured. “The pregnancy is early, delicate. You must res
Emily's POV “That's okay.” I said, “You two can take a rest in the living room until the other Alphas arrive.”“But Alpha, Red Cross has only recently been exposed as a pack. Many Alphas may not be ready to accept it yet.”“Oh, they will.” I said. “It's only a matter of time.”“Yes Alpha.”Adam and Penelope walked away to the living room and I heaved a sigh of relief. It had been long since I last saw those two. It was good to see them.Not long after, the Alpha of Crystal pack came over. I greeted him and asked about his Luna. She was resting back home was his response. I let him join Adam and Penelope in the living room.By dusk, Alpha Dion of the Crestwind Pack had crossed our borders. He had once been an enemy, years ago. But I knew the enemy of my enemy might yet be the foundation of a shared future.And then… one by one, they came.Alpha Riva of the Moonclaw. Alpha Thorne of the Eastern Ridges. A rogue leader named Vasha, representing nearly a hundred unaligned werewolves. All
Emily's POV The sky was thick with ash. The scent of blood clung to the trees. The once-proud grounds of the Galahad pack house were now littered with broken timber, charred stone, and the wounded groans of warriors too stubborn to fall.I stood in the middle of it all, shoulders tight, dress torn and soaked in both my blood and theirs.Matteo had been dragged away. I’d spared his life—barely. Sent him back to my father with one message written across his chest in claw marks: **This land belongs to Emily. Come for it again, and bleed.**Now, silence ruled the ruins of the battlefield.Fayne walked beside me, quiet and steady, his presence grounding me like always. My hand rested on my stomach without thinking. The child growing inside me didn’t stir. But I was acutely aware of it. Every heartbeat of mine… was two now.“Let me take you inside,” Fayne said gently. “You’re hurt.”“I’m fine.” But I wasn’t. My body throbbed with bruises, and I hadn’t stopped trembling since the fight ende
Emily’s POVThe air cracked before dawn.I had barely finished reviewing the patrol routes when the first explosion hit—closer than it ever should have been. The ground trembled beneath the weight of chaos. I could feel it in my bones: the war had reached my doorstep.A guard burst into the war room, blood on his armor and fear in his eyes. “Alpha Emily! The Donovan forces… they’ve breached the second perimeter. They’re inside Galahad territory. Heading straight for the pack house.”I stood slowly, my heart slamming in my chest. “Sound the full alarm. Evacuate the pups and elders to the tunnels. Ready the fighters. No one retreats unless I command it.”As I stepped outside, the air was thick with smoke and magic—an unnatural tension. My wolves were already clashing with intruders in the woods, their howls echoing in my mind like a second heartbeat. But this… this wasn’t a raid.It was a full invasion.“Fayne!” I called out through our link, already sensing him cutting through enemies
Emily's POV Fayne helped me into my robe and placed a steadying hand on the small of my back as we followed Melissa down the hallway. The further we walked, the more tension built in my chest. I felt like every heartbeat echoed louder than the last, vibrating with the weight of what was coming.The war wasn’t knocking at our door—it was clawing at it.We reached the council chamber where two scouts stood, their cloaks dusted with dried leaves and their faces streaked with sweat. They straightened the moment I entered.“My Alpha,” one said, lowering his head. “We found signs of movement along the Donovan border. Not just soldiers—creatures. Twisted ones. Like hybrids.”My blood ran cold.“Hybrids?” Fayne echoed. “Explain.”“They smelled like us… but not. Their energy felt wrong. Tainted. Like they were made… not born.”I stepped forward. “Made? You’re saying Matteo is creating… corrupted wolves?”The scout nodded. “Yes. We think they’ve been experimenting. With dark magic.”My fingers
Emily's POV I tried to wave him away, but it was too late. He was already beside me in three long strides, crouching down, his arms reaching out.He stilled when he saw the blood. His eyes darkened with alarm, then narrowed in concentration. I could feel it—his senses opening, searching through the energies in the room, searching me.And then he stilled again, this time… in disbelief.“Emily,” he whispered, voice hushed. “Are you… are you pregnant?”I looked up slowly, lips parted in shock. He hadn’t even touched me, but he *knew*.My silence was answer enough.Fayne’s expression changed, softening with a mixture of awe and protectiveness. But the concern didn’t fade.“Why didn’t you tell me?”“I wasn’t sure,” I said weakly, my voice cracking. “I didn’t want to say anything until I could confirm it… until I knew it was real. And now—Fayne, I’m throwing up blood. Something’s wrong.”He immediately scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed, his every movement cautious but urge