Emily's POV “Oh my, Emily. Just because I brought you back doesn't mean I truly care for you as a daughter.”My father's words hit me hard in the chest but I pretended it didn't.“Father, when I was missing, didn't you miss me a little bit?”“I only had one regret. Not marrying you off sooner.”I clenched my fists tightly. My own father didn't really care about me.I smiled painfully. I should've known that long ago. What was I expecting?“Thank you father,” I said, and my father's eyes widened in confusion. He probably didn't expect what I said to him.“For what?” He asked.“For freeing me as a slave and Fayne too…”My father closed the distance between us. “This Fayne guy… You know better than to cross the line with him, right, Emily?”I nodded. “I see Fayne as nothing but a slave I can use to pass time when I'm bored at my soon-to-be husband's house.”“I truly hope it's nothing more than that.” My father said.After a few minutes of him staring at me, he sighed. “Go now, Emily. Yo
Emily's POV “Yes,” I answered.“Good, you can get going.”“No, I'm going to go to the Galahad clan as a bride.” I said.Matteo's eyes widened. “You can't be serious,” he said.“No I am pretty serious.” I said and Matteo clenched his fists.“Do you not know that the werewolves who attacked are Jacob Galahad’s men? If he has the desire to kill you, what more would he do to you when you're under his thumb?” Matteo asked me.“You never really cared for me, Matteo, stop pretending like you do. I'm going to the Galahad clan and I'm going to make a difference.” I said which made Matteo frown.“Well, it's your decision. Don't come crying to me when your plans don't work out. Don't forget, Jacob Galahad intended to kill you and he'll do worse when you're in his clan.”I looked at my rider who was dead on the ground. He had tried to protect me and that didn't work out well for him. It made my heart ache a little.Matteo looked at Fayne and then turned to me.“Who is he?”“My slave.” I said.Ma
Emily's POV I saw a group of security men. They were hefty and looked strong.“Ms. Emily Silver?” The tall one with short black hair asked. He was wearing nice clothes and boots. He was probably high up in the hierarchy.“Yes, that's me.” I responded. “My master asked me to take you inside as soon as possible.”“Who is your master?” I asked.“Jacob Galahad,” he responded.“I see.”“Who's… this?” He asked me, pointing to Fayne who stood solidly beside me.I took a step forward. “He's my slave. He goes with me wherever I go.”The security man cleared his throat.“My name is Simon, I work for Jacob Galahad.”“I see.” I said with a smirk.Simon gestured me into the gate. “Please come with me.”“I would go in with you but first, wouldn't you like to apologize for leaving me outside for so long?”Simon cleared his throat. “Well… I didn't expect that you would arrive so late. We thought you'd changed your mind.”I sneered. “Aren't you curious as to why I arrived so late? Or is it none of y
Emily's POV I didn't know how long I stayed in the room, all I knew was that throughout the night, my tears poured down. It wasn't untill the morning that I heard a knock on the door.I wiped my face and went to open the door. Behold, it was Fayne. And he was holding a tray containing food.“W-what are you doing here?” I asked, feeling a bit embarrassed that I could be seen like this by him.“I asked the maids if you've eaten but none seemed to care. I guess since you're here, I'll have to be the one to tend to you.”I frowned. “So my husband doesn't really care about me,” I said.“Shh,” Fayne placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. “They'll hear,” he whispered.I let out a silent sigh. So he knew that the werewolves had super hearing. I wondered how he was getting a hand of this when clearly a lot was going on. And he was human, shouldn't he be more fearful and mad at me that I didn't tell him who I really was… or what I really was.“Come in,” I gestured him to come in.Then I re
Emily's POV “You're wrong. Jacob Galahad is an Alpha and all Alphas have one thing in common. Prestige. In order to get to him, you need to have that as well. Build an image.” Fayne said and I smirked.“You talk a lot, Fayne. There's no way I can build an image here I…” I trailed off, realizing that Fayne had a point.“Ultimately, you are Jacob's Luna whether he wants to admit it or not. You just have to build yourself untill it's extremely hard for you to be ignored.”“I see.” I said.“And how do you think is the best way for me to do that?” I asked.“Build some rapport with the people here. That way it won't be hard for you to get information.”“All these things you're saying sound easy to the ears but ultimately, they're easier said than done.” I said.“I was the advisor to the queen, believe me I know how things work in hierarchies.” Fayne said.“It's not that I don't trust your words, it's just that things are harder now that we're in a pack of werewolves. They take loyalty seri
Emily's POV Simon seemed a bit flustered, “Well, I just came here to check on you. Have you eaten?”“Fayne gave me something to eat.” I replied.“From now, I'll send you a maid to take care of you.”“Okay,” I replied, pretending to not think of it even though I knew that that was Jacob's way of putting an eye on me.“By the way, do you mind me taking your slave to get some treatment?” He asked and I grimaced.“Why would he need treatment? He's just a human slave!”“That's exactly why he needs treatment. As a human, it's easier to get sick and die.”“W-well do as you see fit.” I said to Simon and he nodded.“Well then come with me, you.” Simon gestured to Fayne who gave me a hesitant look before going with Simon. Once again, I was alone to my own devices.I decided to look around the room. Something I hadn't done since I came here, I had only been crying.Anyway, It was about time that I knew exactly where I was and determine how to live it.I walked further into the room and checked
Emily's POV “I… Let's just say I take care of my hair well with natural ingredients.”“Natural ingredients like what?”I remembered when I was younger and I'd dab my hair with coconut oil.“Coconut oil,” I said. “It works quite well.”Melissa nodded with a smile.“By the way, the closet is dirty. Could you find a way to clean that up for me?” I asked.“Of course,” Melissa said with her head upright. “By the way, Luna, more clothes will be delivered to you.”“Okay,” I said and nodded at her.“I’ll go get the cleaning equipment,” She said and ran out the door.When she came back, she was holding an equipment and cleaning tools. She started to clean up the closet and wardrobe.I realized at this time that Anna was no longer listening down the hallway. I let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the bed.I thought to myself about when I would see Fayne again. To be honest, I was a bit worried about him because of the wound on his body. If left untreated for so long, it could lead to an in
Emily's POV “I do,” I responded. There was a couple gasps around the room but I couldn't care less about it.“Then… you can have her.” The elderly woman responded.I looked at the elderly woman and gave her an affirmative nod. Then I grabbed Melissa by the wrist and took her to my room.Once we were sure we were alone and not being listened to, she turned to me.“I'm assuming you didn't just bring me here to work for you as your servant because you like me right?”I smirked.“So you're not as dumb as I think you are, Huh?”“Why do you want me?” She asked, looking at me with concern and a little bit of fear in her eyes.“I know you were the late Luna's servant so I want you to tell me everything you know about her death.”Melissa's face changed. I could tell she was holding a lot of pain and emotions within her but most importantly, she wasn't willing to speak out, but maybe if I tried a little more, I would get a reasonable reaction from her.“Everything I know about her death huh,”
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.
Aerlyn’s POVThe gates of Galahad came into view just as the sun began to rise behind them, casting long gold shadows across the valley. Home. Safe. But not for long—not if what I found in Hollowpine was any indication.I dismounted quickly, handed my reins off to a stable guard, and headed straight for the central hall. My clothes were caked in dust, and my mind still raced with what I saw, what I *felt*.Guards nodded as I passed, their expressions shifting from relief to concern when they caught sight of my face. I must’ve looked like I hadn’t slept in days. I hadn’t.At the doors to the throne room, I didn’t wait to be announced.“Open the doors,” I told the sentries.They did.Inside, Mother stood near the map table, Fayne beside her. The room fell quiet as I entered, scroll still sealed in one hand, and a bloodied sash from Hollowpine in the other.Emily’s eyes locked on mine. Calm, but alert. “You’re early.”I dropped the sash onto the table. “Because Hollowpine isn’t there any
Emily’s POVThe stars were starting to blink into the sky when I found her in the training yard, alone, her sword still strapped to her back. She was sitting on the edge of the stone bench, shoulders relaxed now, legs swinging softly like she had when she was younger. She heard me before she saw me—her ears were always sharp—and looked up with those fierce, storm-hardened eyes I’d given her.“You handled it well,” I said, stepping toward her.“I wasn’t sure I did,” she murmured, eyes flicking back to the horizon.I sat beside her, our shadows stretching long behind us. “You didn’t lash out. You didn’t act for pride. You made a decision, and you stuck by it. That’s leadership, Aerlyn. It’s not always about winning—it’s about keeping everyone alive long enough to understand what the game even is.”She tilted her head, a small smirk curling her lips. “I sounded like you today. I said something and immediately thought, ‘that’s something Mom would say.’”I laughed softly. “Is that a compli