Emily's POV Fayne collected the candles from Beth and I cleared my throat.“Fayne, have you had your medications yet?”“Yes, actually. Now that I'm done making the wedding dress, I should start cooking for all of us.”Without saying anything else, Fayne started to head to the kitchen.“Wait, no, Fayne—”“—Don’t stop him,” Beth interupted me while holding me back.“Any not?” I asked.“Because this is the happiest he's even been.”“And how would you know that?” I said.“I checked his pulse this morning before I headed out. He's a lot better than today than I expected.” “And?” i said without emotion.“Have you heard of the term, the surge?”“What? No.” I said.“It's the body's attempt to give the body a final energy boost before passing away.”“Oh,” I calmed down, feeling a bit guilty. “I didn't know.” I added.“I don't know your reasons for deciding to get married to him but you better give him a good time while he's alive.” Beth said, leaving me stunned.“Your hair still looks fresh,
Emily's POV “Come on, it's time to eat.” Beth told us and only then did Fayne let go of me. I wondered how Fayne was that strong when his hand was hurt.I ran my fingers through my hair and we went inside and ate some food.When we were done eating, we said our good nights to Beth and went to the room Fayne and I were allowed to sleep in.Fayne sat on his bed and sighed. “I can't believe that we're married,” he told me.I swallowed nervously because I knew that this would be the last day I would see Fayne because he would die tomorrow.“Well, we are. So…” I trailed off and Fayne cleared his throat.“Thank you for accepting me, Beth. I promise that I'm going to make it up to you. I promise.”“That's okay,” I said, clearing my throat.There was silence that permeated through us that led to me feeling nervous. But I decided to take the led and quench my desire.I stood up from the bed I was sitting on and lifted Fayne's chin so he was staring up at me.“So, do we mate already?”Fayne's
Emily's POV I gasped and pulled away from the kiss, causing Fayne to smile and bring me closer to him.“You haven't had enough yet?” He said teasingly.“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…”I was interrupted by Fayne pressing his lips against mine, hard and rough. When he pulled away, I gasped surprised by how hot that felt.“Fayne,” I gasped.“You're my wife now. You're entitled to my body just as much as I'm entitled to yours. If I didn't please you enough then all you have to do is tell me, don't ever be shy to tell me.”“That's not it, Fayne.” I tried to reason with him but he took off my clothes and tossed it aside.I was now fully naked before his eyes and there was nowhere to turn.Fayne traced his tongue over my chest and I gasped.“Fayne…”“I'll give it to you as much as you want, I swear.” Fayne ran his fingers over my breasts and I leaned forward, feeling overpowered by his grip. How could he even do that when one of his hands was in jeopardy?Fayne kissed my breasts and I moane
Emily's POV The next day, when I woke up Fayne was no longer by my side. I remembered the fun he and I had the previous night and smiled to myself. I sat up on the bed and began to wear my clothes. When I was fully clothed, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I was done, I went outside only to see Beth and Fayne talking.The moment they saw me, Fayne smiled while Beth simply nodded at me.“Did you have good night?” Fayne asked me.My cheeks turned pink as Fayne asked that question.“Great, thanks.” I said without a hint of shame.“Beth, good morning.” I told her and she flashed me a smile.“Morning, Emily.”“Can I talk to you for a sec?” I said, walking over to her and grabbing her hand.“Sure,” She told me.We walked away from the hut and I asked her, “Why isn't Fayne dead yet?”“I have no idea. There's a fluctuation in his health… Anyway, I think there's not much that I can do. His medical case is beyond me. But I still don't think he will live for a long time.” She
Emily's POV “You know you can always use the Beta to get what you want.”“I know,” I said, “But if Jacob suspects his Beta in the slightest, wouldn't he have his head? It's best for me to finish him off by myself rather than get someone else in trouble. And besides, if I kill Jacob myself, only me would share the glory in that. It will also make me feel a sense of justice considering what he did to me in the past, as well as the former Luna, Lyla.”“Thank you for remembering her even though she betrayed you.”“It's all in the past now,” I said. “Right now, all we need to worry about is moving forward.”“Right. By the way, Luna, where's Fayne? Didn't he come here with you?” Melissa asked.I sighed. “Well, Fayne is dead.”Her eyes widened. “Why what happened?”“It's a long story,” I responded.“Please tell me about it,” She said.I nodded at her.“Could you please get me something to eat, first? I'm really tired.”“Oh, my bad, I forgot that you just came back and would like some rest.”
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
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.