Fayne's POV When I woke up, I felt something weird in my insides. I looked at the bed that I was on and sat up on the bed.“Where is Emily?” I wondered out loud.A small smile appeared on my face as I remembered how we'd make love previously. It was something that I could never get out of my head no matter what.I was about to leave the room when I noticed something on the side of the bed. I walked over to it and saw that it was a bowl that consisted of tools to disember something… or someone.It finally clicked. Beth gave me a bowl to drink previously and after drinking, I became like this. I touched my stomach, wondering exactly what she put in it.I rushed to the living room only to see Beth sitting on a stool, relaxing.“Beth,” I said.The moment she turned to me, I saw shock, surprise and fear in her eyes, all at once.“Fayne, h-how are you still alive?” She started to stumble back as I walked forward towards her.“What do you mean, how am I still alive? Did you poison me?”Bet
Fayne's POV “I don't know the full truth, Fayne. But I do think Emily cared for you, just not in the way that you might have expected.” Beth told me.“I saved her once in the past. I don't know if that's why she agreed to marry me.” I said, running my fingers through my hair in exasperation.Beth helped me stand up, then she said, “It'll be best if you stay here and I help you heal. I am also willing to pass onto you, all of my knowledge on herbs as long as you become my disciple.”My eyes widened. It was a good offer but I didn't care about it. All I wanted to know was the truth. Did Emily truly love me? Or did she only marry me to trick me? Or was it because she thought I would die?This answer was only one I would get if I asked her in person.Goosebumps covered my skin as I remembered how our bodies had mesh onto each other’s so effortlessly. All of that, was it all a lie keeping me stuck?“Fayne,” Beth shook me awake, causing me to come back into face with reality.“What?” I sa
Fayne's POV “Fine,” Beth responded with a smile on her face. “From now on, you are my disciple.”“Yes ma'am,” I bowed my head in respect and she walked over and patted me on the head.“Go on and have some rest, I'll go reboil the water and prepare to heal you.” Beth said and walked out of the room.I sighed and sat up on the bed, breathing deeply.The only person on my mind right now was Emily but I had to focus to be able to go back to her.***When Beth came back she had a deep look on her face. She was carrying a bowl of hot water that smelt different. “What did you put in the water?” I asked her, “It smells weird.”“Oh, you'll know all about that but in the meanwhile, strip.” She told me.I did as she said and she began to put needles in my body. I winced but I took on the pain without a single word of complaint.Then she pressed the hot water into my skin and I let out a loud cry. I felt like I had just been hit by something pepperish.“Take the pain like a man, Fayne. The amou
Fayne's POV “Sure, I read about it.” I said and she gasped while staring at me regretfully.“The human using demonic abilities would be bound to die a painful death if the power is unleashed at a maximum percentage.” I said and she nodded.“Exactly. Any human using demonic abilities is bound to die painfully. Why would you want that for yourself? Fayne, right now, you're a healthy human. You can find somebody else to love you. You can also earn a living for yourself by learning medicine and herbs. Why would you want to live a life of absolute torture?”“From what I read, a human using demonic abilities doesn't mean he or she gets to live a life of absolute torture.”“It is torture. Using too much abilities that is not naturally inclined to humanhood is torture.” She said.“I don't look at it that way, ma'am. You have no idea, I am willing to do anything as long as I have my wife back at my side.”Beth sighed. “Are you sure that you love her?”“What do you mean?” I said, feeling offen
Emily's POV Melissa walked into my room with a tray of food.“Melissa,” I said cautiously.She placed the food on the table and smiled at me.“The Alpha's Beta would like to talk to you.” She said and I nodded.“About what? We've never gotten that close to have a good conversation.”Even though I spoke casually, I was secretly curious as to what he wanted to talk to me about.“I don't know but he's waiting down the hallway for you.”“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully. I got up from my bed and Melissa said, “Won't you like to eat first before going?”“I don't want to keep him standing there for long.” I said.I looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled. I looked very well.Melissa opened the door for me and I stepped out of the room.I walked down the hallway only to see Jacob's Beta standing with his hand at his back. He looked dignified and refined in his body posture but not as dignified and refined as Fayne. I wondered to myself. Why was I thinking about Fayne now? He was dead. I
Emily's POV “I don't believe we've met,” I told her and she nodded, “No, Luna, this is the first time.”“I called you here for an important discussion.” I said.“I submitted the report to the Alpha's desk about the shortage of medical supplies for the deceased in Galahad pack clinic.”“Exactly. Let's talk about it.”Melissa brought forth a chair and the woman sat in front of me.“I want a cut in the budget. We'll use a new technique to preserve the deceased.”“But how, Luna?”“We'll use natural ingredients to form formaldehyde. I think it'll be best in the preservation of the corpse.”“The ingredients remain the same, Luna. We cannot cut costs. The final moments of a corpse is important for the nearest generation.”“I understand.” I said. “But we do have to cut costs.” I said firmly. “I remember that Donovan pack has Formaldehyde as well as some embalming fluids for corpse. I'll contact them for some.”Even though my brother Matteo was no longer on my side, my father was going to coo
Emily's POV “Link, I'll put you in charge of transporting the Embalming fluids and formaldehyde.”“Yes, Luna.” He went to his knees and I nodded.“Wait here.”I went to the treasury and brought out 50,500 worth of gold. I went back to the office where Link was sitting and gave him the boxes. “Transport these to Donovan's pack. Make sure the Alpha receives it.” Then I tossed the bag containing 500 gold to Link and he caught it in his hand.“That's five hundred worth of gold. Make sure you take care of the transportation and ensure nothing out of the ordinary happens.” I said and Link nodded calmly.“Yes, Luna.”“You're dismissed.”Link started to leave with the boxes and all of a sudden, he halted in his steps and whispered.“If only you were the Alpha, you'd have my loyalty.”I pretended to not hear and watch Link walk out the door.I inhaled deeply. Looking around the office that I was in. It felt so right like it was perfectly made for me.Next, I heard a knock on my office and wh
Emily's POV That night, I went to the Beta's office and saw multiple files and documents. I looked through it and saw a painting of Jacob's Beta and the late Luna.I grabbed it and decided to keep it. I could use it against Jacob's Beta later in the future. As I was about to walk to the door, I realized that it was not a good method to take advantage in this way. Jacob's Beta could become super wary of me and I didn't want this to happen. He was more useful as an ally than as an enemy.I sighed and put the painting back. At least, I confirmed that Jacob's beta and the late Luna indeed were lovers or at least, Jacob's Beta loved her so much even though the feelings were not requited.I guess in this packhouse there was no such thing as real love, only false appearances and betrayal.I left the Beta's office and went to my room. Melissa was standing by the entrance. The moment she saw me, she bowed.“Luna,”“What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in your room or something?”“Sorry
Emily's POV The table was simple tonight — fresh bread, grilled meat, and platters of fruits and cheeses. No servants, no formalities. Just us.Fayne poured drinks while I set out the plates, and before long, laughter began to fill the air — the natural, effortless kind that only comes from people who know each other too well. "You’re heavy-handed with the wine, old man," Kael teased, raising his cup at Fayne.Fayne gave him a mock glare. "I’m making up for all the times I had to deal with your troublemaking.""Ah," Aerlyn smirked over the rim of her glass, "he means the time you tried to tame a wyvern in your second year of training."Kael groaned. "I will *never* live that down.""You were brave," I said, unable to hide a chuckle, "but extremely foolish.""And slightly singed," Fayne added, lifting his cup toward Kael with a wink. "To Kael, the bravest fool we know."We all laughed and raised our glasses together, the clinking sound ringing through the open air.The conversation
Emily's POV The days that followed were spun from sunlight and laughter.After breakfast one morning, Fayne clapped his hands together and grinned wickedly. “Time for a family sparring match,” he announced, eyes gleaming. “No backing out!”Aerlyn immediately brightened, already stretching her arms behind her head. “I’m in.”Kael gave a loud, theatrical groan. “Do I have to? I almost died last time!”“You stubbed your toe last time,” I said dryly, sipping my tea. “Hardly a near-death experience.”Still, when we gathered outside in the practice yard, Kael bounced on his toes with nervous excitement. The sun was high, the breeze carried the scent of wildflowers, and the whole pack seemed to watch from the edges, smiling at the scene unfolding.We split into teams — Fayne and Kael against Aerlyn and me."Unfair," Kael complained immediately. "Mother and Aerlyn are terrifying!""You wound me," I said with a grin, circling him slowly. "But I’ll take it as a compliment."The match began w
Emily's POV The days that followed felt golden.The castle, often a place of endless decisions and strategy, settled into a rhythm that was almost domestic. It wasn’t that there weren’t matters to attend to — of course there were. Packs still needed watching, alliances still needed tending. But the urgency that had once ruled every breath was gone, replaced by something warmer, deeper.Trust.Aerlyn spent her mornings training patrol groups, her voice sharp and sure as she called out orders in the training fields. She was growing into her power in a way that made my heart ache with pride. Some mornings I would watch her from the balcony, sipping tea while the wind carried her laughter up to me.Kael had thrown himself into studying — a surprise to all of us. He was determined to master governance, battle strategies, herbal remedies, everything he could get his hands on. It was as if, after the talk about leadership, he had decided to prove he was ready for more.Sometimes, I would fi
Emily's POV “We’re not as young as we used to be,” I murmured, feeling the ache in my bones with a smirk.“But we’re better,” he said. “We know when to stop fighting the world.”I turned toward him, resting my head on his shoulder. “This is what we fought for.”He didn’t answer with words, just pressed a kiss to my forehead.Eventually, reluctantly, we returned home.As we rode into the castle gates, our cloaks damp and hair wild, the guards blinked at us like we were forest spirits returning from myth. We waved them off before they could ask questions, and made our way back to our private quarters, still grinning like fools.We’d barely stepped out of the bathing chamber when there was a knock at the door. This time, it wasn’t a guard. I knew the rhythm.“Come in,” I called, already smiling.Aerlyn entered first, her braids freshly redone, her uniform pristine. Behind her, Kael followed, taller than before, but still hiding part of his face behind his curls when he felt uncertain.“
Emily's POV “Was hoping you'd think I was unconscious,” he mumbled into my hair. “So you wouldn’t make me move.” I laughed softly and turned toward him, our legs tangling naturally. He looked younger in the morning light, softer. As if the weight of his past had stepped back, if only for a few hours. I brushed my fingers across his brow, smoothing back a strand of hair that had fallen in his eyes. “I don’t want to move either,” I whispered. “Then don’t,” he said, pulling me closer. “We’ve earned one morning.” It was a strange thing—stillness. Foreign, almost. Our love had bloomed in war, grown through hardship, deepened through leadership. Most days, it felt like we were always on the edge of something: a threat, a decision, a moment too big to breathe through. But today… Today, we were just Emily and Fayne. Not Alpha. Not demon. Not legend. Just two people who had made it through the storm and still chose each other. He kissed the top of my head. “Still thinking about Kael?”
Emily's POV The echo of my children’s voices still lingered in the corridor even after I walked away. Something had changed—subtly, but powerfully. Kael and Aerlyn had finally found a rhythm, however fragile. That mattered more than any council, any throne. I drifted into the quiet of our chambers, the familiar warmth of it greeting me like a gentle tide. Fayne stood near the window, bathed in moonlight, his arms crossed as he stared into the distance like he always did when his mind wandered too far. He turned when he heard me, and his crooked smile instantly softened everything in me. “They’ll be alright,” I said, sinking into the edge of the couch. He raised a brow. “Kael didn’t burn down anything?” “Not today,” I teased. Fayne chuckled and walked over. “Then we’ll call that a win.” There was silence for a beat, one that didn’t demand to be filled. We were getting good at this kind of peace—the quiet between the wild. The world outside always turned, but we had carved out
Emily's POV I nodded. “Exactly. A joint council. One that unites the packs and keeps decisions balanced. Aerlyn will lead the Galahad and Red Cross packs, yes. Kael will govern Donovan when the time comes. But their power won't lie in their territories. It’ll lie in their ability to come together for decisions that affect all of us.”“Smart,” Fayne admitted, brushing a hand across my shoulder. “Give them shared stakes so there’s less room for rivalry.”“And more room for respect,” I added. “We’ll train them to make decisions together. Mediate conflicts. See each other as equals, even when their paths differ. We’ll show Kael that his role isn’t smaller, just different. He’ll grow into a protector, a strategist, a voice for the more volatile edges of the packs.”Fayne gave a small smile. “That sounds like you’ve been planning this for years.”“I have.” I turned toward him fully, letting the weight of my thoughts settle. “Because I know what it’s like to be raised in a world that pits s
Emily's POV The sun had dipped low, brushing golden light across the glass windows as I stood at the edge of the balcony, overlooking Galahad’s inner gardens. The breeze was gentle, tugging at the silk of my robe, and in the distance, I could hear laughter—Aerlyn training the younger wolves again, just as she always did.Behind me, I heard Fayne’s footsteps, quiet but heavy with thought. He came to stand beside me, his arms folded, gaze cast out toward the horizon. For a moment, we stood in silence, listening to the world we had carved out together. The peace we had fought for. Bled for.I sighed. “We have a family.”Fayne looked at me, his expression softening.“There were nights,” I continued, voice low, “when I didn’t think that would ever be our truth. That we’d ever survive long enough to see it. But now we have two children. A daughter who's strong enough to lead, and a son with a heart that's still learning to shape itself.”His hand slid gently over mine, warm and grounding.
Aerlyn’s POV I sat at the edge of the long stone table, the parchment map spread before us rippling with age and memory. Every scar on its surface marked a past battle, a lesson etched in ink and blood. Now it was my turn to leave a mark.Alpha Dante from the southern border was mid-sentence, proposing a joint patrol with his fastest wolves. Normally, I would’ve deferred to my mother—but today, I leaned forward.“That route won’t hold,” I said, surprising even myself with how calm my voice was. “The rogue movements I tracked followed wind pockets and low paths. They’re avoiding open terrain. We’d be leaving our flank exposed.”The room went still. A few of the elders exchanged glances. One even scoffed under his breath. But my mother said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her silence was her faith in me.Dante grunted, pointing at a different section of the map. “Then you suggest we close in here?”I nodded. “And reroute the scouts to this ridge. It’s narrow but provides full visibility.