Emily's POVMy eyes widened as he spoke. “Emily, you should leave.”I looked at Fayne's face, understanding what he was saying. It didn't matter what I wanted. He was telling me to leave and it was up to me to respect myself and leave.“Fine, I'll leave. But before I leave, give me three days.”“And what will the three days be for?” He asked me.“You'll teach me how to survive alone with multiple skills that you have such as shooting and setting traps for animals.”“Mind you, it's not all skills that require physical strength. Some have to deal with de-escalating conflicts and so on.”“I'm willing to learn as much as possible from you before leaving.” I said.Fayne looked at me for the longest time possible and then nodded.“Today will be the first day then.”“But it's getting late.”“It's better than starting later.”I couldn't help but think that Fayne was keeping something from me. He was acting pretty normal untill Liam came with some letters for him to read. I wondered what that
Emily's POV I left the rabbit, Grey in Fayne's backyard maybe he would take care of him. At least he'd have something that reminded him of me. In my room, I opened the wardrobe and pulled out some of the clothes. I folded them neatly and put them in the bag. Once I was done, I flung the bag across of my shoulder and walked out. I would miss this place but it didn't matter. Not to me, not to Fayne.I entered the woods and took the path to the town.When I entered the town, I noticed how scanty the town was which made me wonder.There was nothing different about it but the people weren't filled with as much brightness and beauty anymore.I walked to a nearby stall in which an elderly woman was making noodles. I walked to her, filled with much curiosity.“Hello ma'am,” I said to her but I was left with no response.“Do not be offended but I have something to ask you.”“No noodles, no asking.” She responded.I had no money in my hands so I couldn't buy her noodles.I sighed and proceeded
Emily's POV The elderly woman placed her hand on top of mine.“Don't worry, I'll keep your secret.”I pushed the elderly woman's hand away. “You have no secret to keep because I'm a human.”“No matter what you say, you cannot disconnect yourself from what you truly are.”The elderly woman fixed the necklace around my neck and then slightly pulled away from me.“Be safe,”I turned around the house to leave, then I clutched the crystal of the necklace, tucking it into my shirt.As soon as I went outside, I saw that in front of me was a group of werewolves mounted on horses. Many humans were cuffed in chains and dragged around which made me worry. Just what was going on?“Get the girl,” their presumed leader was on the white horse wearing his dark long hair in braids. He had the typical bad boy look. But it wasn't a look that a lot of men would be attracted to.Before I knew what was going on, I was grabbed by a werewolf and I didn't see him coming. He cuffed me and I was fearful of my
Emily's POV I shivered, my eyes gleaming with tears as I watched him and the others being led by the werewolves. I wanted to go to him right away, but I was bound.Fayne's eyes met mine and my lips parted. Fayne slightly shook his head as though pleading with me not to acknowledge him.“Boss, they're here. We captured the queen too.”Jones stepped out with a knife in his hand. He tossed it in front of the queen.“Queen of the human empire, how lovely to see you in this state… Not!” Jones mocked.The queen clenched her fists. “You monsters! You killed the ruler of the human village. Do you think no one will ever put a stop to your schemes?!” She yelled causing Jones to laugh loudly.“Queen of the human empire, What do you choose?”“I'd rather die.”Jones nodded, “Then do it!”The queen snatched the knife from the ground and brought it to her neck.“As long as the king is dead, I'm not willing to live anymore.”Fayne shook his head, “No, my queen.”Before Fayne could drop her, the que
Emily's POV That evening, I realized where we were heading and it made goosebumps travel down my spine. We were right back where I started, Donovan pack. One of Jones' men walked up to him.“Leader, we're about to reach Donovan pack. Do we take a rest here or go to Donovan pack?”“We should go there right now. By nightfall we should arrive there.” Jones said and he nodded. “Yes sir!”We continued walking and we were nearly there when Fayne suddenly collapsed.“Oh no,” I gasped.Jones halted his horse and one of his men went to check on Fayne.“He's alive but he seems too weak to continue,” “Leave him there then. I don't want a useless human for a slave.”They were about to keep going but I raised my hand up for the first time.Jones' gaze traveled to me and he gave me a disgusted look.“Who are you?”“My name is Emily,” I said. “This man… I'll help him continue the journey until we arrive at your destination.”Jones scoffed.“Do whatever you want.” Jones glared at one of his men
Emily's POV “Let go of her!” Fayne yelled as he made to release me from the grip of my father but my father pushed him back with one hand and Fayne slammed his head against the wall, blood instantly gushing out from the back of his head.“Fayne!” I yelled.Fayne hurriedly got back up to his feet but I shook my head at him, urging him to not go any further.I turned back to my father. “Dad, what are you doing here?”He scoffed. “What else do you think I'm going to do? Of course it's to bring you back home. After so many years, it's about time you understood your roots.”Tears rolled down my cheeks which I quickly wiped away.“Have you finally learnt your lesson?” Father asked me and I bowed my head in shame.“Father, I have no idea what to tell you.”“You don't have to say anything, just follow my lead and come with me.”I turned back to Fayne and he looked at me without saying a word. I guessed he understood the message that he was weak compared to my father. Also, it probably dawned
Emily's POV “Emily,” he said as he settled down on the chair.“Father,” I said, my voice soft. “Are you doing well?”“Yes um—”“—Where did you go?” I cut him short and he cleared his throat.“It's no big deal, eat up. You'll need the energy.”I cleared my throat.“Well If you don't want to say something, that's also okay.” My father gave me a nod and I proceeded to eat with my father in silence. However, it became real uncomfortable for me.“Father,” I said softly. “Emily, how was your life as a slave?” He asked me out of blue which made me look up at him confusedly.“Father, what do you mean?”“Did you not learn a thing about how to speak and when to not speak?”My father's words felt degrading and it made me lose my appetite. I placed down the fork I was using to eat and ran my fingers through my hair.“I'm retiring to my room dad, if you don't want to talk to me concerning something, then don't.” I stood to my feet and walked to my room. My father didn't even call for me and tha
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 After my talk with Link, I lingered in my chambers longer than usual. My hands rested on the stone windowsill, eyes locked on the horizon, even though I couldn’t see a damn thing. My mind was elsewhere—down the hall, behind a door where a man I never expected to trust had begun to unravel all my fears and guards.I knew what I wanted. It wasn’t power or strategy or legacy—not in this moment. It was him.I left without calling for anyone. My guards knew better than to question me now, and I walked straight to Fayne’s quarters, my heart thudding with every step. He’d been healing well since that fever, stronger every day. But this—this would be the start of something new. A commitment not born out of war or alliance, but something far more terrifying: choice.I knocked once, then opened the door.Fayne was sitting near the fire, half-dressed, reading through a scroll. His expression lifted the moment he saw me.“Emily?” he said, surprised but warm.I stepped in and closed t
Emily's POV The silence in the room wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind that pressed against my ribs like a weight.I sat at my desk, the flames from the candles flickering softly across my scattered notes. I’d been reviewing reports all evening—territory defenses, supply counts, schedules for the warriors. The usual duties of an Alpha. And yet, none of it held my focus.Fayne.That man had slowly become more than just a complication. He was an ache I had grown used to. And worse, I was beginning to crave the ache.Link had noticed. Of course he had.He hadn’t always been in my circle. In fact, Link only truly became my right hand after I became Alpha. I chose him. I needed someone sharp, dependable, loyal. Someone who didn’t know the old me too well—someone who could adapt to the version of Emily I was creating: cold, strategic, unflinching.And Link fit that perfectly. Until recently.Now, there was something in his eyes when he looked at me—some emotion I never invited but couldn’t f
Emily's POV I watched Link walk away, shoulders tight with unsaid words and silent wounds. The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence he left behind weighed heavy on my chest.He’d always been loyal—my right hand, my shadow. He never asked for more than orders. Never demanded space in my heart. But tonight, he had. And I didn’t know how to answer him.Because I wasn’t the same woman I used to be.And part of that… was because of Fayne.Fayne, who’d woken something I’d buried deep. Not just desire, but the terrifying ache of being wanted—not as Alpha, not as a weapon or symbol—but as *me*. I found myself walking to his room again, steps slow, unsure. It was past midnight, the pack settled in sleep. I told myself I was just checking on his recovery. That I was still Alpha, and this was just duty.But my heart was louder than logic.When I pushed the door open, Fayne was awake, sitting at the edge of the bed. His torso still bandaged, eyes dimmed with exhaustion, but he looked u
Emily's POV The days grew quieter, the once-unruly tension that plagued the halls of Galahad now reduced to a soft hum beneath the daily rhythm of leadership. For the first time in weeks, I felt as though I could breathe. There were no intrusions, no visitors at the gate demanding answers about Jacob, no crises to solve before breakfast. The air smelled of pine and freedom.Fayne’s recovery had been slow but steady. I made sure he was well-fed, had the best healers watching over him, and—more often than I’d like to admit—I found myself checking in on him personally. I told myself it was part of my duty. But the truth was simpler.I missed him.I missed the way his eyes softened whenever I walked into the room. I missed the quiet loyalty in his words, the strength in his silence. I even missed the foolish little smirks he gave me when I tried to maintain my mask of indifference.We never talked about what had happened—the kiss, the fevered declaration that I was his wife, the night I’
Emily's POV The truth of his words sat heavily between us. I didn't confirm or deny it.“You read me too well,” I said.“Only because I’ve spent every waking second trying to.”His words should’ve unnerved me. Instead, they warmed something inside me that I hadn’t allowed to feel in a long time.That night, I couldn’t sleep.Not because of nightmares. But because I was starting to crave the quiet presence of a man I once saw as a threat.Over the next few days, he made it worse—in the best way.He brought me coffee in the morning. Not just any coffee. The kind I liked—black, strong, with a hint of cinnamon. He never asked how I took it. He just knew.One night, during a strategy session, I was so tired I nearly fell asleep mid-sentence. Fayne didn’t say a word. He took the papers from my hands, led me to the chair by the fire, and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. His hand brushed my cheek so briefly it might’ve been a ghost of a touch—but I felt it for hours after.I started fi
Emily's POV The silence between Fayne and me had grown roots—thick, winding vines that curled between glances and swallowed every word we didn’t say.Weeks of brushing past each other. Weeks of watching him from across the training field, his arms slick with sweat, his blade catching sunlight like it had something to prove. Weeks of pretending that I didn’t notice the way he stood a little straighter when I approached, the way his gaze never dropped until I made it.But I felt it.All of it.And I hated the ache of not knowing what lingered behind his quiet loyalty. Or worse—what lingered in me.Tonight, I couldn’t take it anymore.It was late. Most of the pack was asleep. Only the night guards remained, posted at the perimeter under a silver-stained moon. I moved through the stone hallways with purpose, each step echoing like a heartbeat down the corridor.I stopped in front of his room.The door wasn’t locked. I pushed it open without knocking, just as I always did when I wanted to
Emily's POV "And if he turns on you?" Link stepped closer. "Will you wait until your throat is already slit before you believe me?"I stared at him for a long moment. He was right in many ways. Link had always done the dirty work—without asking questions, without demanding praise. But tonight, he wasn’t just looking at me like his Alpha. He was looking at me like I belonged to him."Is that what this is?" I whispered. "You’re jealous?"His jaw tightened. "I’m not a child, Emily. I don’t get jealous. I get dangerous."His words weren’t a threat. They were a promise.I moved past him to the window, needing space, needing air. Outside, the pack grounds lay quiet under the weight of the night. I could see the training fields where warriors used to train under Jacob’s rule. Where I now held court."You’ve always had my loyalty, Link," I said quietly. "But you don’t own me."He was behind me now. I could feel the heat of him, the restraint in his breath. "Not yet."I turned sharply, our fa
Emily's POV The silence hung, suffocating and electric. I stood above Rosie, chest heaving, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. My knuckles throbbed, my limbs ached, but I stood tall. Victorious.Rosie looked up at me, blood on her lip, her pride cracked and leaking through her gaze. And yet—there was something else in her expression now. Something unfamiliar.Respect.The crowd still held its breath, eyes darting from me to Rosie and back again. They were waiting for someone to speak. Waiting to see if the new world we just stepped into would break them... or lead them.Rosie shifted onto one knee, then the other. Slowly, deliberately, she bowed her head to me.“I yield,” she said, voice rough but clear. “Alpha Emily.”The words echoed through the clearing like a bell tolling across a battlefield.A few gasps broke the stillness. Then, like falling dominoes, the rest of her warriors lowered their heads. Submission. Unity.I should’ve felt triumph. I should’ve smiled. But
Emily's POV The night stretched on like a blade, its sharp edge pressing against my nerves. Sleep was a distant thought, scattered like ashes to the wind. My mind raced, thoughts tangled with fear, determination, and something darker, something that tasted like revenge. I stayed in my room, pacing, my fingers clenching and unclenching. Fayne’s words echoed in my head, and for once, his voice sounded like something more than irritation. It was concern. Desperation. But I couldn’t afford to let it sway me. Not now. Before dawn broke, I slipped from my room and made my way to the training hall. The air was cool, fresh with the scent of rain that hadn’t quite fallen. It was the kind of crispness that made your lungs ache with every breath. The hall was empty, silent but for the quiet creak of the wooden floor beneath my boots. I didn’t want witnesses. Didn’t need anyone to see the way my hands trembled or the ragged edge of my breathing. I grabbed a training dummy, tossing it