Emily's POV Link trailed behind me silently as I made my way to the gate, his presence quiet and deadly. Before I could even question what her true motives were, there she stood—tall, commanding, with golden eyes that didn’t flinch in the face of blood.“Alpha Rosie,” I greeted, letting the title slip off my tongue with a pleasant sharpness. “Welcome to Galahad.”She gave a cool nod, her hands folded behind her back, but her gaze was sharp. “You’re Emily.”“I am,” I said, matching her posture. “Alpha of Galahad.”Her eyes flicked toward Link, then to the guards posted behind me, and finally back to me. “Alpha Jacob’s... departure was abrupt.”“A difficult transition for the entire pack,” I said smoothly. “But one we’ve weathered. Galahad stands.”Rosie didn’t blink. “I received a letter. It said he was unwell. It was hurried. Unfamiliar. I came because I don’t trust words written in a stranger’s hand.”I tilted my head slightly. “Stranger? You wound me. I was Jacob’s confidant long b
Emily's POV Rosie didn’t blink. “Not the way you mean. But yes. He was family. He would’ve bled for me. I would’ve bled for him. That’s the kind of bond we had.”That was dangerous.That kind of bond meant she wouldn’t give up until she found answers—and if she ever sensed the truth, she’d become a problem I couldn’t ignore.“I miss him too,” I said softly, folding my hands. “But the pack needs strength now. Not ghosts.”“And yet,” she murmured, “I don’t see his strength in you. I see ambition. Cold hands, warm smile. Like someone who’s already buried too many secrets.”I tilted my head, keeping the mask of calm in place.“Secrets are necessary. Especially when enemies linger at the gate.”“And what do you consider *me*, Emily? An enemy?”“No,” I said. “But I’ve been surrounded by wolves who smiled while sharpening their teeth. You learn not to trust too easily.”“I’d say the same of you.”We were silent for a beat. She was testing me. Measuring. And I needed to guide her toward the
Emily's POV Gasps rippled through the crowd, disbelief flashing across their faces. “He fought bravely,” I continued, my voice unwavering. “But even the strongest among us cannot escape fate. His spirit now runs with the ancestors.” Whispers surged like a rising tide. Doubt. Uncertainty. Then— “Where is his body?” The challenge came from a warrior near the front, his arms crossed, his expression wary. Others murmured in agreement. I met his gaze head-on. “His body has been laid to rest, in accordance with our sacred customs. His burial is private, as per tradition.” It was a carefully chosen response. A body buried was a body that could not be questioned. The tension in the room did not ease. I could feel the doubt thickening, wrapping around me like a slow, creeping vine. Then came the voice that cut through the murmurs like a blade. “I don’t believe it.” The words were sharp. Defiant. Alpha Rosie. She stepped forward, her presence as commanding as ever. Dr
Emily's POV Three days passed. Rosie was still in Galahad, still watching. Fayne was recovering, though he still hadn’t asked the question I knew was burning inside him—why I hadn’t finished him off when I had the chance. The Blood Moon rose that night, bathing the land in crimson light. It was a night of power, a night when old oaths were tested and new ones were forged. And I intended to use it. The Great Hall was filled once more, the pack gathered for the ritual under the high arches of stone and firelight. Warriors stood at the ready, elders sat in their honored places, and Rosie— Rosie stood beside me. I turned to her, my voice soft but laced with meaning. “The Thorns and Galahad have always stood side by side. That is why Jacob trusted you.” She stiffened at the mention of his name. I let the moment stretch before I continued. “And now, I ask you to do what he would have wanted. Stand beside *me*.” A ripple of tension ran through the room. Rosie’s gaze locked
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.
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 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 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 I tried to wave him away, but it was too late. He was already beside me in three long strides, crouching down, his arms reaching out.He stilled when he saw the blood. His eyes darkened with alarm, then narrowed in concentration. I could feel it—his senses opening, searching through the energies in the room, searching me.And then he stilled again, this time… in disbelief.“Emily,” he whispered, voice hushed. “Are you… are you pregnant?”I looked up slowly, lips parted in shock. He hadn’t even touched me, but he *knew*.My silence was answer enough.Fayne’s expression changed, softening with a mixture of awe and protectiveness. But the concern didn’t fade.“Why didn’t you tell me?”“I wasn’t sure,” I said weakly, my voice cracking. “I didn’t want to say anything until I could confirm it… until I knew it was real. And now—Fayne, I’m throwing up blood. Something’s wrong.”He immediately scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed, his every movement cautious but urge
Emily's POV Something was wrong.I felt it the moment the wind shifted—the kind of instinct only an Alpha could trust. The air was too still, too heavy. My stomach twisted as if the universe was holding its breath.I was pacing in the war room when the doors swung open.Fayne stood there, his face pale and clenched, the kind of expression that made my heart stop before I even heard his voice.“Emily,” he said, low, broken.I crossed the room quickly. “What happened?”He didn’t answer. Not at first. His eyes searched mine like he didn’t know how to say it.Then he held out something—a cloth, stained deep red.And I knew.“No,” I whispered.He unwrapped it gently, reverently, as if even he didn’t want to see it again. But the moment I saw it, the world around me collapsed.Link’s face stared up at me, frozen forever.I couldn’t breathe.“No,” I said again, louder this time, stepping back, as if distance could undo what was in front of me. “No. No, this isn’t real.”Fayne’s voice was ti
Fayne’s POVThe room smelled of scorched parchment and tension. When I entered the war chamber, I found Emily standing with her back to me, stiff and silent, her hands clenched at her sides. The hearth behind her cast flickering light against the stone walls, but nothing warmed the chill I felt in the air.“Emily,” I said gently, approaching. “You called for me?”She didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against her forearm, a habit she had when something was unraveling inside her mind.Finally, she turned and met my eyes. “A message came. From Donovan pack.”That name alone made my jaw tighten. I’d heard it whispered with venom before but never directly tied to her so openly.“Your brother?” I asked.She nodded, then picked up the folded parchment from the table and handed it to me.I unfolded it slowly, eyes scanning the sharp, aggressive handwriting. The message was as cruel as it was bold. Her brother—Donovan—was threatening to take Galahad from her. Not throu
Emily's POV Just as Melissa and I stood together, the weight of my possible pregnancy still hanging in the air between us, a sudden shout echoed through the courtyard.“Alpha Emily!”I turned toward the voice, watching as one of our younger scouts sprinted up the path, breathless and flushed from the run. He held something in his hand—a sealed letter marked with a familiar wax insignia. My heart clenched the moment I saw it.The Donovan crest.My family’s sigil.I stepped forward, took the letter from his trembling hands, and nodded my thanks. He bowed and quickly turned to leave, clearly uneasy being near such heavy tension. Melissa’s eyes widened as I turned the envelope over in my hand.“That’s from them, isn’t it?” she asked softly. “From your brother?”I didn’t respond. My hands already moved on their own, tearing open the seal, unfolding the thick parchment.I read.And as I read, the knot in my stomach grew tighter.Dear Sister,I suppose congratulations are in order—Alpha of
Emily's POV As the fire crackled in the background, we stood together, watching the festivities unfold. The night was warm, and the scent of the forest surrounded us, creating a peaceful atmosphere. I felt a weight lifted from my shoulders, a sense of peace that I hadn’t realized I’d been longing for."Tonight is perfect," I murmured to Fayne, my voice soft.He smiled, his eyes glinting with affection. "It is. But it’s only the beginning."I glanced at him, wondering what he meant. He always had a way of making the future feel like something we could tackle together. "What do you mean?""I mean," he said, leaning in slightly, "that now that we’ve committed to each other, we can do more. Together. As Alpha and mate. We’ll build something strong here, Emily. And I’ll be by your side through it all."His words were comforting, but they also stirred something in me. A part of me had always feared the future—feared what would happen if I failed. But with him by my side, it didn’t seem as
Emily's POV The day had come. The day I never thought would happen, not in this way. I stood in front of a simple altar, the sun’s soft light filtering through the trees around us. The soft whispers of the wind were the only sounds that filled the air, creating an almost surreal sense of calm. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t entirely burdened by the weight of leadership. I wasn’t worried about what the pack would think or how they’d react. I was simply here, in this moment, with Fayne.I had never expected this to happen so soon, but when I looked at him, standing by my side, I knew it was the right thing. The bond we had forged over time had only grown stronger. The trust, the respect, the love—though it had been a slow burn, it had become something unshakable.Fayne’s hand was warm in mine, steady and unwavering. He looked at me with such intensity, his expression soft but filled with purpose. I could see it in his eyes—he was here with me, for me. And that g
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