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 How long would I have to live here while wondering about the white-haired man? He was a man of a few words alright, but that didn't matter. He should be willing to talk to me more since he rescued me. Why wasn't he taking responsibility for his actions? I scoffed. Then I realized something. I could as well be the one to initiate the conversation between the two of us.And one day, I went to the kitchen and made a meal for the both of us. The white-haired man was sitting outside as usual under the bamboo roof. I walked to him with the pot containing pork soup and placed it on the table.He looked at me as though asking ‘What are you doing?’I gave him a simple smile.“I saw some meat in the kitchen and decided to make us something with it.”“Really?” He said, which made me frown.“You don't like it?”“You… don't have to.” He responded.“I want to. To repay you for your kindness. By the way, what's your name? I don't know your name.”The white-haired man grabbed a spoon and
Emily's POV “You can keep him in the backyard of my house,” he said and I jumped up happily. When I noticed what I was doing, I stopped jumping and caressed the cute rabbit in my arms.“You hear what Fayne said? I can keep you in the backyard. We'll be together.”I heard a sound in front of us causing me to avert my gaze from the rabbit to In front of us where an antelope was walking while sniffing the grass for a bite to eat.Fayne pulled forth his bow and arrow and shot the antelope's side. The antelope immediately started to limp away but Fayne shot its leg and it started bleeding out, then it lost its consciousness.“That's it, we have meet for the day.” I said.Fayne went to grab the antelope. He pulled out the arrows from its side and leg before swinging the antelope over his shoulder.“Let's go.” He told me and we headed home.When we went back, Fayne went to the kitchen to butcher the antelope while I sat there on the kitchen stool swaying left and right.I stared at the rabb
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 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.