Emily’s POVThe second I shut my door, I let out a deep breath and leaned against the wood. My head was pounding, my chest felt tight, and all I wanted was to crawl under the covers and sleep for a year. Everything had felt off lately—whispers behind my back, side glances in the halls, a strange chill in the air that no one else seemed to feel.I walked to my bed and collapsed onto the mattress, letting my eyes close for just a moment. My body ached with exhaustion, but it was more than that. It was the kind of tired that sank into your bones, the kind that sleep couldn’t fix.I didn’t even hear the knock until it came again—louder this time.Groaning, I sat up. “Yeah?”The door creaked open, and Melissa stepped in. Her expression was unreadable, but there was tension in her shoulders. Something was wrong.“The Alpha wants to see you,” she said.I blinked. “Jacob?”She nodded once. “Now.”“Did he say what for?”“No,” she said quietly. “But I’d hurry if I were you.”The door closed beh
Emily's POV Jacob’s fists clenched at his sides. “You can’t make me—”But his voice cut off as Fayne’s shadows rose from the floor, curling around his throat like smoke.“Apologize,” Fayne repeated, voice like a demon’s whisper.Jacob choked, eyes wide. Then slowly, painfully, he looked at me.“I’m... sorry,” he said, his voice tight, ragged. “Emily... I was wrong.”The words hit me like a slap. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream.Jacob dropped his gaze.Fayne lowered his hand, and the shadows receded.Jacob collapsed fully to the floor, trembling, humiliated.Fayne turned to me, his expression softening.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded slowly, still shaking. “I think so.”“Come on,” he said, offering his hand. “Let’s get you out of here.”“No,” I said. “I'll take care of things around here. You should go.”Fayne gave me a look and then he said, “Fine. But right now, I currently have Jacob under control. That should buy you time to take the pack for yourself.”I breathed deeply. “
Emily's POV Jacob was dead to the world—metaphorically, for now.His body slumped in the leather chair like a ragdoll, his lips parted slightly, eyelids fluttering in an unnatural sleep. He never saw it coming. Not the spiked drink, not the shift in power. Definitely not *me*.“Perfect,” I murmured, standing from the settee.I strode to the hallway and clapped twice.Two maids rushed in, heads bowed.“Take the Alpha to his chambers,” I ordered coolly. “Tuck him in and lock the door from the outside. No visitors, no disturbances. And if anyone asks… tell them he’s not to be bothered until further notice.”Their eyes widened, but neither dared question me.“Yes, Luna,” one whispered.I stepped aside, watching as they lifted Jacob’s limp form between them. He mumbled something incoherent, then went still again. They carried him out, leaving the door open behind them.I turned and walked back into his office.No.My office.I ran a hand across the heavy oak desk, tracing the ridges and g
Emily's POV I sat at the far corner of the council room, quiet but watchful. The long stone table in front of me was lined with Galahad’s oldest wolves—gray-haired, sharp-eyed, and set in their ways. Their voices echoed through the high chamber like growls trapped between pride and paranoia.I didn’t belong here. Not by their standards.And yet here I was, seated at a table meant for leaders.“Where is Alpha Jacob?” one of them finally asked, his voice brittle like old bark.Every gaze turned to me.I folded my hands on the table and gave a polite, neutral smile.“He’s unwell,” I said calmly. “Very sick, actually. He asked me to attend in his place until he’s recovered.”The room shifted. Some council members raised their brows. Others exchanged knowing looks. But no one outright challenged me. Not yet.“Hmm,” muttered Elder Marreck, leaning back in his chair. “He must trust you deeply.”“He does,” I said.And he doesn’t even know it.Another elder spoke up. “We’ve had word from the
Emily’s POV The moment I stepped into the clinic, I could already feel the weight of everything I’d been holding back settling onto my shoulders. The hallway was quiet, the scent of lavender disinfectant lingering in the air. A nurse glanced up from the front desk and gave me a quick nod, but no one stopped me as I made my way down the corridor to the private recovery room Esther had been given.I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open.And there she was.Esther stood in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the wall, humming softly to herself as she dabbed concealer beneath her eyes. Her gown had been traded for a silky robe that barely covered her thighs, and the table beside her held an entire spread of makeup products.My brows knit together, but I didn’t speak right away. I simply stepped inside and closed the door behind me.She didn’t jump. Didn’t even flinch. She glanced at my reflection in the mirror and smirked as if she’d been expecting me.“Luna Emily,” she purred, tw
Emily’s POV My footsteps echoed through the clinic’s polished hallway as I walked away from Esther’s room, but her voice still rang in my ears. The venom in her words. She really believed she could bring me down. No.I wasn’t going to let anyone take what I had built. Not her. Not anyone.I took a sharp turn down the hallway and headed straight for Fayne’s quarters.His room was tucked away in the east wing of the estate, shrouded in shadows and quiet. I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and found him where I expected—lounging near the fireplace, a glass of something dark in one hand, that familiar lazy smirk on his lips like he knew everything that had just happened.He looked up at me, eyes glinting. “Let me guess. You met with Jacob's lover.”“How did you know?”Fayne smirked, then I continued, “She's just like a snake. I muttered, closing the door behind me. “Manipulative, insecure, desperate.”Fayne chuckled. “She’s nothing. But you… you’re coming into your own.”H
Emily’s POVBecoming Alpha wasn’t the triumphant moment I’d dreamed of—it was better.The crowd had bowed. Their cheers echoed like thunder through the chambers. The ceremonial mark burned on my skin like molten gold, and I welcomed the pain with a smile.I had done it.But it wasn’t just about the title. No, it was never just that.It was about what came next.I didn’t linger after the ceremony. I slipped away while the council still argued over feast arrangements and succession announcements. Let them squabble like pups over scraps. I had more important matters to tend to.His room was dark when I entered, the scent of sickness heavy in the air. A sharp blend of iron and something else—something rotting. The door creaked shut behind me.“Jacob,” I said softly, almost kindly.He was curled on the floor beside his bed, trembling, his skin ashen. Blood stained the front of his shirt and his hands. Another wave of nausea hit him as I stepped forward, and he doubled over, vomiting more o
Emily’s POV I stood in the silence, watching Jacob’s body collapse completely onto the cold wooden floor. His hand, once strong and commanding, now lay limp, bloodied ink smudging the final words of his last letter. It was over. Every breath he’d taken had built the kingdom he’d never imagined losing—not like this. Not to me. I should’ve felt something, maybe a flicker of guilt, some hint of loss for the man who once trained me, who once called me family. But no. All I felt was satisfaction. The weight of Galahad Pack was now mine. I had taken it—no, earned it—with precision. With planning. With poison. And then, just as I was about to leave, the door creaked. It was soft. Subtle. A breath of wind or a warning. Then she stepped in. Esther. Jacob’s lover. Her eyes found him instantly. Her steps faltered. I saw her go still, her mind unable to process what she was seeing—the man she loved lying in a pool of his own blood, lifeless, pale. Her knees buckled, and she
Emily's POV “You’re sure?” he asked, voice hoarse.“I am.”He pressed his forehead to mine. “Emily, you’ve already given me so much. But this… this is everything.”We stood there for a long time, wrapped in silence and a joy too sacred to speak of. Then he kissed me—tender and slow, reverent like he was kissing the future itself.When we pulled apart, I took his hand and placed it over my belly. “We’re going to raise her in a world better than the one we inherited.”He nodded, jaw set with purpose. “We’ll protect her, always.”“No,” I said, smiling faintly. “We’ll *prepare* her. She’s not meant to be shielded. She’s meant to lead.”He blinked, and I knew he understood.I wasn't just thinking of names or lullabies. I was thinking of legacy. Of laws that needed changing. Of villages still recovering. Of the young females in our pack who would need to see their Alpha not just as a ruler, but as a mother forging a new path.I spent the following days drawing plans for education, for heal
Emily's POV I had started walking more, slower than I was used to, often with Melissa at my side. She kept teasing me about how I still looked like a warrior even in a maternity cloak. I told her it was because I was one — just one with a new battlefield to navigate.Fayne had become… quieter, but not distant. Protective, without being overbearing. He spoke to the pack more now, taking some weight from my shoulders. He was patient with me — patient when I snapped for no reason, patient when I cried without warning, and patient when I needed silence instead of comfort.In the mornings, he would leave flowers by my bedside — wild ones, not arranged, just gathered. I never asked where he found them, but I always knew they were from him.One evening, as I sat on the balcony that overlooked the training grounds, I felt a soft movement beneath my ribs. A flutter — then a stronger nudge.My hand flew to my belly.The baby had kicked.The realization hit me like a storm of light, and my brea
Emily's POV The council hall was filled with tension as sharp as steel.Allies, former rivals, uncertain observers — they were all gathered here in Galahad’s chamber of unity, carved from ancient stone and lit with braziers that crackled like beating hearts. My pack members stood tall behind me, their loyalty etched into the ground beneath them. My brothers were given space at the central table, not as intruders but as guests with something to prove.I stood at the head, the stone beneath my feet warmed by the morning sun spilling through the high windows.“This council,” I began, voice strong and unwavering, “is not merely a conversation. It is history in the making.”Fayne was at my side, silent but fierce. I could feel the weight of his gaze steadying mine. The pregnancy had brought a new rhythm to my days—more caution, more thought—but it hadn’t taken my fire. It had only stoked it.My first brother stepped forward first.“I am not here to ask for forgiveness for Matteo,” he said
Emily's POV The air was different that morning—lighter, less tense. Still, I couldn’t shake the tightness in my chest as I opened the sealed parchment that had arrived with the morning courier. The wax bore the mark of the Donovan bloodline, but not Matteo’s. This was from my other brothers. The ones who hadn’t raised swords against me. Not yet, at least.Fayne sat across from me in the war room, arms crossed as I read silently, lips pressed into a thin line.Dearest Emily,We write not in conflict but in the hope of healing.The death of our father has opened a wound in the Donovan name, but for the first time, we find space to breathe, to think beyond his shadow. You have proved yourself more than just Alpha of Galahad. You’ve proved your strength in the face of betrayal, your wisdom in war, and your restraint in moments when blood would have been easier than peace.*We do not wish to be your enemies. Not anymore.Let us meet. Let us speak not of territories and legacies, but of so
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