Immediately after she set foot in the man’s house, Emma marveled at it. The house was beautiful, a big mansion with various types of decorations. Everything in the house seemed special and specific. The walls were painted white and decorated with gold accents. She stared at it as if she were in heaven.
The man noticed her reaction and cleared his throat, gaining her attention. Emma quickly wiggled her head and shifted her focus to him.
“You are welcome to my home. I hope you recover quickly,” the man said.
“Yes, I hope so,” she replied.
The man led her to an empty room and told her to rest properly while he went to the kitchen to prepare food for her.
Emma was shocked and asked, “Can you cook?”
The man smiled. “I’m not going to brag. I’ll prepare the food, and you can judge for yourself if I can cook or not.”
Emma smiled back and said, “Okay, no problem.”
The man gestured toward the bed before stepping out and closing the door. Emma stared at the door and muttered, “I hope this isn’t some kind of setup.”
Inside the kitchen, the man debated what food to prepare. He didn’t know what kind of food Emma would like, so he decided to keep it simple: cheese and steak. Once he made his decision, he got into action. He prepared all the ingredients, wore an apron, and started cooking. As he mixed the ingredients, he inhaled the aroma of the food and felt satisfied with it.
When he was done, he removed the apron and set the food on the dining table. He then returned to Emma’s room, only to find her sleeping on the bed. He smiled lightly and quietly left. He went to his own room to take a shower and change into something casual.
Once he was ready, he returned to check on Emma and found her awake, exploring the sitting room and admiring the house. The man moved closer and cleared his throat. Emma turned to him and smiled.
“I won’t lie; I like your house. It’s so pretty,” Emma said.
The man nodded. “Your breakfast is ready. If you’re ready to eat, let’s go to the dining table.”
Emma widened her eyes. “So soon?”
The man nodded, and they walked to the dining table. Emma stared at the food in surprise. She had never come across a man who knew how to cook. The food looked so delicious she couldn’t wait to taste it.
The man gestured for her to sit down, and she did. Taking a spoonful of the food, Emma was astonished at how delicious it was. She turned to the man and gave him a thumbs up.
“Wow! I’ve never tasted food this good. You’re amazing!” she marveled, smiling at him.
The man smiled back. “You can eat. You need to take your medication soon.”
Emma nodded, and they both started eating in silence, the only sound being the clinking of their spoons. Once they were done, Emma returned to her room to take her medicine.
She was about to take it when the door suddenly opened. The man stepped in and quickly apologized for coming in without knocking.
“Leaving you alone and knocking isn’t really my thing,” he said.
Emma shook her head. “No problem,” she replied.
The man entered and sat beside her. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
Emma took a pill and focused her attention on him. “I’m good now. I’m fine. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I really appreciate it. No one has ever cared for me the way you do, and I’m grateful,” she said sincerely.
The man nodded and then asked, “Talking about it, I want to ask about your family. No one has called or visited since the incident yesterday. It’s already afternoon, and you haven’t received a single call or message. Do you think everything is okay?”
Emma’s mood shifted instantly, and her face fell into a frown. The man noticed the change and asked, “What happened? Why did your mood change?”
Emma avoided his gaze and simply said, “I don’t want to talk about it for now. Please.”
The man looked confused and surprised. “Why wouldn’t someone want to talk about their family? Can I know the reason why you don’t want to talk about them?”
The question hit Emma like a punch, and her frown deepened. Suddenly, she clutched her stomach as if in pain.
“My stomach hurts. I don’t know what’s happening,” she cried out.
The man immediately panicked. “What happened? You were fine a moment ago. What changed?”
“I don’t know!” Emma groaned.
“Okay, hold on. I’ll grab some medicine for you. Just hold on,” he said, rushing out of the room.
As soon as the man left, Emma sat at the edge of the bed and frowned. She didn’t want to open up to anyone about her family.
“I’ll make sure everyone who wronged me pays,” she muttered to herself. “And I’ll get to them without them even noticing.”
She made a vow silently, her determination burning within her.
A grand bouquet has been arranged in the pack. In order to maintain and talk about the pack territory, they invite different alphas from nearby packs to discuss the critical issues going on. Particularly, the rising threat of outside impacts from crossing the alphas’ bother. They arrange the hall greatly, everywhere boozed with energy, as packs leaders dressed in their finest attire. They fill the long wooden table that was set across the room. Their conversation was obvious in the air. Their laughter evident in the eyes. Some conversations were friendly. They talked and joked about parties that they attended, while some were tense with teasing. At the top of the table, Jayden and Kale stood at the head of the room. Their presence was commanding, and it was impossible to ignore. Jayden leaned against the table. His sharp eyes were scanning the crowd as if looking for any signs of trouble. Kale was beside him. His arms were crossed on his chest. His eyes sat in a straight, focused
Two nights later, Emily woke up with a start, sweat foaming out of her body. Her breath was Hitching as the remnant of the nightmare gripped her tightly. Her body trembled, her chest was heavy with the weight of fear. She wiped her damp forehead with shaky hands with a trembling voice, she tried to steady her racing heart, for the image replayed in her mind like a broken record. The dream had been unlike any other she would ever experience. She saw her former pack, the home she had once cherished, crumbling to the ground. The world’s majestic structure,the people’s echoes haunt her even now. Amidst the crowd, two wolves chased her relentlessly. Toward the end of the vision, she stood over the lifeless body of the pack-mates. Blood was staining her hands, and the faces she once cared for were frozen in pain and betrayal. She had done it herself, She killed them all.Her moist palm rubbed her hair as she screamed out loud, not even knowing what the sound echoed from her lips until sh
Emma is set on the long journey back to her parent’s house and her pack. The weight of her decision was pressing on her chest. The thought of finally returning home brought a rush of emotion through her body, a conflict that she could not quite place. She had been away for so long, and her mind was a storm of uncertainty. Would they welcome her back, or would they see her as a stranger? A lot of thoughts were roaming around her mind, but she kept her shoulders high, determined to go home. Even though she had told Damien not to worry about following her, he insisted saying he had made a promise and he must fulfill it. She has no choice but to accept. As they approached the outskirts of Emma's former home, the familiar scent of the woods and the remnants of old memories clung to her. It was comforting, but something about it felt so different. As though she no longer truly belonged here, she took a steady breath, pushed the unease that lingered and continued to move forward.Immediat
Ever wiped the tears that streamed down her cheeks after her father sent her back to her room. His father’s words echoed in her head. “Get the fuck out of here!” He had huffed and puffed. She had not expected to be scolded and dismissed so harshly, especially in front of Emma, who sat watching the scene unfold. Emma did not even bother to hide her amusement. This twist of fate was too perfect for her to handle. After all the sessions, she had endured Ever’s condescending behavior. Seeing her sister sent to her room in such a disgraceful way felt almost poetic. A chuckle escaped her lips, though she quickly composed herself when her father turned to face her.“Emma,” her father began, his tone softened as he regarded her. “Would you like to stay the night? Your mother will be pleased to see you tomorrow.”Emma hesitated for a second, glancing at Damien, who was sitting silently beside her. His expression was unreadable, but when their eyes met, Damien gave her a subtle nod of appro
The next morning, the sun streamed through the window curtain, casting a warm glow over the room as Emma stretched lazily on her bed. She was startled out of her sleep by the sound of a knock on her door. Before she could answer, her mother stopped stepping. Her face was beaming with joy. “Emma, you are finally home!” Her mother exclaimed, rushing forward to wrap her hand in a warm hug. Emma sat up, smiling lightly as she returned the embrace. “It is good to see you too, mom. I missed you so much!” she exaggerated.Her mom pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning Emma’s face. “You look exhausted. Did you rest well?” she questioned.Emma nodded, forcing her tone to remain as casual as she could. “As well as I could,” she replied.Her mother seemed satisfied with the answer and began talking about how much she had missed having her around. Emma, feeling the weight of the previous day’s events, gave that response with hope for life, carefully not letting any bitterness seep through her
Emma just finished taking her bath, changing into casual clothes when her parents called her to the dining room. She walked in there majestically, She found her parents sitting edge to edge. She walked to sit beside her father, who stared at her with admiration.“We need to talk,” Mr. Sinclair said. His voice was low but firm. “What about?” Emma asked, trying to sound quieter.Her mother folded her hands. Her expression softened. “The moon feast at the Moonbrook pack is next weekend,” she inhaled loudly. “It is a significant celebration. You will attend it whether you like it or not,” she added.Emma blinked repeatedly. The weight of her mother’s words sinks into her soul. Moon feast was not just any celebration. It was one of the most important traditions among the realist pack. The grand festival is held under the full moon. It was steeped in history and culture, marking the time when groups of the pack came together to forge alliances, celebrate their heritage, and most importa
Emma shut the door behind her. The shallowness and the sharpness of her mother’s voice send a wave of shiver down her body. She wondered what had changed. Even though her sister could be annoying sometimes, the words her mother used for her felt more hurt. She had called Ever “inconsequential.” The word felt too harsh even for her, even though she hated Ever. The word carried a weight that made her stomach churn. She did not want to dwell too much on it, but the thought still lingered, leaving a bad taste on her tongue.As much as she tried to push it aside, the words still lingered at the back of her mind. She shook her head, deciding to distract herself. She thought of how to distract herself. A familiar idea suddenly struck her mind. She hurriedly left her room and padded down to Damien’s room. When she got there, she knocked lightly on the door. She waited patiently for a voice or the door to open, and soon—Damien’s calm voice asserted, “Come inside,” and she pushed the doo
The next day, Emily’s mind was still puzzling over what the prophecy had told her yesterday, she tried to dwell more on it but the sound of her phone buzzed made her flange in fear. She stared at the caller ID, and it was a strange number. She doubted if she should pick up the call or not, but eventually, she swiped the green button pressing the phone against her left ear.There was a few minutes of silence and she started wondering if it was a spam call. Just when she wanted to hang up, the caller called out her name. “Emma” A low voice greeted her. “We need to meet today,” the person addedEmma frowned at first because she had no idea who was talking. “Why? What is wrong? Who are you?” She rushed her question. “If you want to know me, just meet me at the hotel basement downtown. I will explain everything to you,” the person said, and her heart pounded.“Who is this person?” she thought to herself but eventually agreed. “Fine, I will be there.”With that, she hung up the call,
Jayden gaze was sharp, almost searching for something that was not lost. There was something uncertain about the way he looked at her, like he was feeling back layers she didn't even know she had, searching for cracks or anything wrong, which she did not understand."Who were you talking to?" Jayden repeated his question, his tone edged with suspicion.Emma squared her shoulders."The guard you sent to me. Tyler," she replied.At that, his expression shifted. His lips curled slightly, but it was not quite a smirk, it was something colder."You think you're funny?" he asked, his voice low and controlled.“What?” Emma frowned, taken aback by his question."I said," he stepped closer, lowering his voice to a near whisper, "Don't anger me."A strange, suffocating tension settled on Emma, as she didn't understand what he meant by that. He had just come to her room, knocked on the door, and wanted her not to anger him. Why? What caused all this?Jayden's piercing eyes held hers for a long m
Emma stayed in her room for the next few days, avoiding everyone. It was not that she was scared. It was far from that. She just did not want to deal with the stares and the whispers of the inevitable judgmental glare.The twins already painted a certain image of her, and she had no interest in confirming or denying whatever notion they had. If they thought she was troubled, fine. Let them. She was used to being misunderstood. And besides, it was not like she had always like this and it was not like she had anywhere to go.The only person she could not seem to avoid was Tyler, her so-called bodyguard.At first, she had assumed his presence would be strictly professional, that he would stand guard outside her door, only stepping in if there was a threat. Instead, he was always around her, checking on her, making sure she was eating, asking if she needed anything.His presence was not overbearing, but it was persistence. Too persistence. And it was starting to grate on her nerves.On th
The walls of the room were thick, but not thick enough to drown out the voices arguing outside Emma sat up, her heartbeat steady, but curiosity burned through her like wildfire. The anger issues in their voices were unmistakable, the weight of the conversation pressing against her like an invisible force. She didn’t need to hear every word to know it was serious. She recognizes the voice as, Jayden’s, Kale’s, the Luna and the alpha king's. “Do not ever think of changing the moon goddess’ order,” The Alpha’s voice rang out, fork and absolute. “It will only bring ruin to the pack.” Emma bit her lips. The authority in his voice sent a chill down her spine. A brief silence followed the alpha words. Then she heard Kale's voice, it was kind of low that she could nearly catch up with what he was saying. “We are only saying that she…” “No!” Their father’s voice cut in like a blade. “You are my sons, but you will not defy the fate. If she is your mate, then she is yours. If you reject
What mark?She had never paid attention to anything unusual on her skin, and now they were acting as if she had been hiding some grand secret. It made no sense. They always found a way to stir up drama, and she was tired of it.Emma exhaled sharply, shifting on the bed. “What are you talking about?” she muttered twisting her upper body to try and look over her shoulder. But doing so, she lost her balance. This!!!A sharp sting shot up her arms as she hit the floor, face-fist, a startled yell escaping her lips immediately. For a moment, there was silence. Then Kale burst into laughter. “By the moon, that was the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen,” he choked out between his laughter, clutching his stomach. Jayden only sighed, shaking his head. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Emma groaned, her face burning with embarrassment. She gritted her teeth, her temper flaring. “Don’t just stand there like that. Help me up,” Still chuckling,
The first thing Emma felt was warmth. It surrounded her, cocooning her in a way that was oddly comforting. But the moment her consciousness returned, so did the memories, the rogues, the attack, the suffocating fear. Her eyes snapped opened panic seizing her chest as she bolted upright. She expected to be alone but she wasn’t. Her breath hitched as she realized she was lying in an unfamiliar room, one far to elegant to belong to her. The walls were dark, lined with intricate carving, and the heavy drapes cast long shadows across the dimly lit discs. Everything smelled fairly of wood and an oddly familiar scent that she couldn’t dispatch. Then suddenly her gaze met them. Jayden and Jake, they where sitting across the room, their gazes locked onto her the moment she moved. Emma stiffened. Something is definitely not right. She could feel it. The twins Everett wearing their unusual smirks, there was no mockery, no arroganc, just something unreadable in their eyes. “How do you fee
Emma stood still her heart pounding faster in her chest. Kale and Jayden stared at her with a knowing smirk displaying on their lips. “Are you serious about that?” Jayden repeated his voice was calm but edged with something she couldn’t quite place.She forced her to give a gentle nod. “Yes. Whatever it takes,” she replied confidently. They exchanged a glance then Kale leaned forward slightly. “Good then meet us in the woods tonight. And dress up well.” “Dressed up?” Emma blinked repeatedly “Why?” She questions. “Why? You don’t want to? I thought you said you would do whatever we ask you to do?” Kale raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I promise but why should I come to the wood? At night?” Jayden smirk widened. “No more questions! You heard him. Make sure you look nice. We don’t want you showing up looking like you just rolled out of bed with a snooze,” Jayden smiled devilishly. Confusion flicked in her eyes but she didn’t dare ask any other questions if she didn’t want the issue to be
The next morning, Emma rose with a sense of determination weighing on her shoulders. The Alpha's words from the previous day echoed in her mind, reminding her that she had no choice but to endure whatever the twins threw her way. Fighting back or allowing their actions to affect her would only give them more power over her.The best thing she could do now was to act as though their cruelty meant nothing to her. She decided to find a way to get on their good side and promised to do everything that would make them forgive her. She thought about making breakfast for them.She went to the kitchen, taking a deep breath and steadying herself. She wanted to remain peaceful, or at least survive in the process. Perhaps a gesture of goodwill would help. Cooking for them wasn't exactly something she wanted to do, but it was a way to extend an olive branch without outright begging for their forgiveness.She focused on preparing the meal with care, ensuring the food was cooked perfectly, well-sea
The twins were equally surprised by Emma’s boldness. How dare she slam the door in their face like that? The two of them exchanged angry glares before storming out, walking to their father’s office. They knocked on the door, and before their father’s voice could give them permission to enter, they burst the door opened and stepped inside.They stood in front of him in a way that made their father raise an eyebrow and drop the document in his hands, his eyes now focused on the two of them.“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” he asked.The twins stepped further into the room.“Everything is not okay, Father. Not a bit of it is okay,” Kale started. “I mean, the brat that you brought home disrespected us in a way that could cause her trouble. How dare she slam the door on our face without our permission? That’s just out of line.”“She doesn’t get to behave like that to us, Father,” Jayden added immediately.The Alpha, focused all his attention on them.“Is that what she did? She slammed t
Emma marched forward to her room. She didn’t know what was wrong with the twins or why they thought they could transform their aggression on her. She walked to her bed and fell down heavily on it, her eyes magnetized to the ceiling.Obviously, she didn’t know why she suddenly missed her parent so much. She wished she could go back home, but she had already set her leg into this, and there was no way of going back.“I miss you, Mom,” she muttered, her heart freezing with different types of questions. Maybe if she was still with her mom, she wouldn’t be facing all this nonsense from those dramatic twins.Suddenly, her phone vibrated, and she flinched, sitting up on the bed and holding her chest. She was scared for a second.She picked up the phone and realized it was Damien calling. Happily, she slid the green button and pressed the phone against her right ear.“Hello, Damien,” she whispered happily.“Emma, how are you doing? I heard you moved to the pack. You didn’t even think to inform