Emily's POV It seems he's a fool. I was giving him the chance to escape, but he dared challenge me."What happened to running? Do you really think you can avenge her death?" He asked, making me slowly raise my head."You better run away while you still can. I don't want to have to do this," I tried to speak straight, pushing back the hunger that lingered inside of me. My hands were shaking, but he still didn't get the memo."Less talking, more killing!" Maron growled, rushing towards me with all of his might, but I closed my eyes, and held my breath.My single action allowed him to actually get me. His claw scratched my face, making blood trickle down my face. "What is it. Are you scared? Don't you want to die with honour like your precious Emilianna?" He said her name, and I felt my temperature growing higher.My hands were fisted, and my chest moved fast like my drumming heartbeat."How dare you?!" I roared, but instead of him getting scared, he laughed, which caused me to open my
Emily's POVI stared at Maron's body in shock.What had I done? It had taken a miracle for me to get back to my normal self after my last time as a rampaging beserker and now I had inadvertently tapped into that side of me again. Why? Why did Maron have to provoke me? Why had he been so arrogant? I had tried my best to fight my urges, I had given him time to run away but he kept taunting me and now I had killed him. I didn't feel sorry that Maron was dead, he was a jerk, I felt sorry for myself that I had gone back to a disgusting beast in order to do it. I crumbled to the ground and began to cry, this was too much, this was just too much. Why was my life always like this? It seemed like the moon goddess was working against me, not only have I been constantly betrayed by everybody in my life, I turned into this blood thirsty and disgusting beast and I still had no idea why.After crying for a few minutes, I stopped."No, now's not the time to cry and feel sorry for myself. I need to d
Emily's POVI stood very still in the middle of the forest, my ears listening intently to pick up any foreign sounds. It sounded eerily quiet but I wasn't fooled, I knew there was something out there lurking in the shadows waiting for me so it could attack me. I took a step forward then paused swiftly, I turned around just in time to see a shadow hide behind one of the trees. My suspicions were confirmed, someone had been following me and now they wanted to attack. Unfortunately for them, I wasn't just an ordinary wolf, so whoever it was had no idea what was in store for them. I began to move faster, walking briskly to lure out whoever it was that was following me when I suddenly felt a sharp sting in my neck, it was like a pinch but I suddenly felt unstable. I reached my hand to the spot in my neck and pulled out a syringe. It didn't take a lot to know what was in the syringe, it was no doubt a sedative. Whoever these people were it seemed they had a more intricate and complex plan t
EMILY'S POV“Who are you?” I asked him.“Dear, you should focus on your healing. You are too weak right now. Wait here, I'll go get something for you to eat.” He said and walked out the door.I clenched my fists and helped myself get up. Then I ran out the door. Thankfully there weren't much werewolves in sight to stop me so I was able to escape.***My mind raced in thoughts of how I would go out of the forest to the town to get something for myself to eat. I knew that rumors of me were all over the town and the ruler had already placed his men to search all over the town for me. “Well, I think it would be best for me to disguise myself from them to go to town to get something for myself,” I said in a low voice.I went inside and put on my cloak and put in a little dagger at the side of my ribs to use it to defend myself from his soldiers. I quickly followed a short path leading to the town until I found out there was something strange going on inside of me. I found out that my wolf
EMILY'S POVI opened my eyes slowly, I felt weak and unable to move, I tried bringing my hand down because I felt they were hung up, but it seemed hard for me to bring them down. I woke up and realized that I was captured In a cave and was tied to a wall so as not to escape. I looked around to see if there was anyone with me, but there wasn't. “Is anyone there?” I shouted as my voice echoed through the walls. My mind raced how did I get here, it was perplexing to me, so I struggled to untie the ropes until I remember clearly yesterday that I had put a short dagger at the side of my ribs for defense, but there was no way to get it out I had to struggled and struggled unfortunately for me, I broke my bones and was untied from the wall? I felt so much pain on the wounded area, but it didn't last forever. It took some seconds to get healed. I went up and searched for a path that would leave me outside the cave so I could find my way home since there was no one with me inside the cave.
Emily's POV I woke up hearing sounds from outside the cave that I was in. I jumped up in fear as I heard footsteps approaching. “Oh my God,” I gasped and stumbled back.“Emily, it's me.” My heart raced but as I looked at who it was, my heart rate calmed. It was Penelope, the woman in the rogue pack Emilianna created.“Penelope, what are you doing here?” I gasped, curious as to how she found me.“We found the letter the Alpha dropped in her cave after she died. We found out Maron was the one who killed Emilianna's daughter but she didn't want to ruin Maron because of it so she withheld the truth from us. Anyway, we saw the dead body of Emilianna and Maron so we wanted to know what really happened so we came out here looking for you.”“For me, really?”Penelope nodded.“Yes. In the letter we found, Emilianna said we should treat you as her daughter and her heir.”“Why would she want to do that to me? I was nothing but a burden to her?” I broke into sobs. “If it wasn't for me, she'd s
Emily's POV “Fine, let's say you're Princess Alexa's maid, I'll take you back to the palace and I'll let these disgusting non-humans go. But you'll have to explain to the princess how you came across these people.”I looked at the man carefully. I could just kill him afterwards. The most important thing was that Penelope and the others could survive.“Deal.” I said. The man held up his hand.“Let them go.”One of his men looked hesitant. “But Sir—”“—Do as I say. I'm not going to retract my order.”“Okay, sir.”I looked at Penelope and Adam. “Go.”“What about you?” Penelope asked.“I’ll be fine, I promise.” I looked to Adam. “Tell everyone Emilianna died well. Don't worry about me. You all can move on like I never came to your pack.”“What are you talking about? I'm glad Emilianna died well but she told us to treat you as her heir.” Adam said while trying to cling onto me inspite of his own wounds.“Then listen to my first and last order. Adam, you take over the pack and lead everyo
Emily's POV I walked out of the bathroom feeling embarrassed. If the white-haired man was really the one who really cleaned me up then he saw everything, didn't he?“Emily, be real. The white-haired guy probably didn't…”I sighed. Why was I worrying more than expected? I could just ask him this question and get over it.Out of curiosity, I walked down the corner to another area and saw that it was the kitchen. It was nice and it had a storage behind it. I walked over to it and saw that it contained food.Outside, under the bamboo roof, I saw the white-haired man sitting while reading a book. He seemed so into the book and this made me curious. What was he reading?I walked over to him and took the seat in front of him. I didn't even know why I did that. I could have easily escaped but instead I was sitting in front of him. Maybe it was because I knew he wouldn't harm me. If he was going to harm me, he would have done so already. I might as well figure out how to repay the favour he d
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.