Emily's POV “So you don't think humans kill each other under false pretense all the time?”“Humans are not perfect and they go against each other a lot of time. That doesn't mean that this time, a berserker isn't responsible for their deaths.”“Do you believe in this so much, Fayne?”He nodded, “I do.”I clenched my fists. No matter what I said, he wouldn't believe me. Which meant that I should keep my being a berserker away from him as it was unlikely for him to support me if I told him that.I kept my head bowed. “I'm going to bed, Fayne.”Fayne looked at me with parted lips, then he nodded. I went to my room and laid on the bed while sobbing myself to sleep. I was healing… I remembered everything that I had gone through and it made me feel overwhelmed and emotional.I wiped my tears but I couldn't forget any of what I had to go through. Maybe that was why I was here. To heal from the pains of the past.My parents… if only they cared about me as much as I was inclined to care abou
Emily's POV “Well, why are you suddenly curious about me?” Fayne asked.“I do know that there's something about you that should be known other than the fact that you're the King's hunter.”Fayne ran his fingers through his hair.“Why would you want to know anything about me other than the fact that I rescued you. It's not like you're going to live here forever.”I swallowed. He had a point. I'd never thought that far ahead. I had nowhere to go so I had subconsciously taken this place as a home in my heart.“You’re right, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to live here but I just want to know more about my saviour.”“The only thing you need to know about me is that I'm Fayne and will forever be no matter what happens to me.”“You are Fayne,”I placed my hand on his cheek while staring into his eyes. After a long second, Fayne removed my hand from his face.“Fine,” he said. “I'll tell you.”“My parents were killed by wolves. Then I was rescued by a group of wolf hunters who taught me
Emily's POV Fayne's look was aggravated and angry which made me stare at him with raised brows. I'd never seen him this unsettled. It made me wonder if there was more underneath the surface.“The king wants you to give him an explanation.” Liam said to Fayne. But then Fayne's wandering eyes caught mine.I cleared my throat nervously and walked over.“Here are the stuffs you requested.”I placed the pieces of papers and ink on the desk.Liam stood on his feet and bowed to Fayne. “Sir, I'll get going now.”Fayne said nothing and watched Liam leave.I looked at Fayne and hesitated. Should I really be saying something to Liam right now?“Are you okay?” I ended up asking, then I realized that he must see that as a stupid question. He was obviously not doing well. I was about to change the direction of the conversation but Fayne looked at me with a gentle smile.“I’m fine.”I was taken aback by Fayne's smile.“What's wrong with you?” I looked at him hesitantly. I'd rarely seen him smile.
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 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.