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,
The dinning room was aglow with warm light. Emma and her family gathered for dinner. The faint clinking of cutlery echoed off the polished table. Emma sat stiffly in her chair, her fingers curling around her spoon, trying to ignore the persistent glance from her sister. “So, Emma, what is been keeping you so busy these days?” Ever asked her voice breaking the grace silent. Emma did not bother looking at her. Instead, she focused on her dad, offering them a small smile. “The usual,” she replied. “Mom,” she called turning toward her mum “I have decided on something,” she said with a large smile.Her mother dropped the fork in her hand and focused her attention on her. “Decided on something? Which is?” she asked.“I have decided that I will attend the festival, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”The words came as a shock to her parents.“Really? I thought you weren’t interested,” her mother said, turning to her with evident surprise.Emma shrugged, her expression unreadable.
The walk to the Luna’s chambers felt longer than it should have. Emma could feel the weight of the twins’ stares on her. Jayden walked close on one side, his expression unreadable, while Kale was on her other side, his usual smirk absent for once. It was strange to see them this serious. It made her stomach twist with unease. As they reached the large double doors of the Luna’s quarters, the maid stopped and bowed. “Only Lady Emma may enter,” she said hesitantly, clearly nervous under the twins’ sharp gazes. Emma took a breath. “It’s fine,” she murmured, mostly to herself. Jayden placed a firm hand on her wrist. “If she says anything, if she does anything, you call for us. Understood?” Emma met his gaze, seeing the rare concern in his eyes. It sent a strange warmth through her chest. “I will,” she promised. Kale sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t let her mess with your head.” Emma nodded before stepping forward. The doors creaked open, and she slipped inside. Th
Emma pressed her back against the door, her heart still racing. Her hands trembled slightly as she touched her burning cheeks, still feeling the ghost of their lips against hers. What had she gotten herself into? The twins had always been a mystery to her, cold and distant at first, their attention fixed elsewhere. But now? They were relentless, teasing, chasing her in ways that made her feel flustered and uncertain. And the worst part? She didn’t hate it. Emma groaned, running a hand through her hair. She needed to clear her head. A knock at the door startled her. She jumped, gripping the handle as she tried to steady herself. “Who is it?” she called, hoping her voice didn’t betray how shaken she was. “It’s me,” a familiar voice replied. Tyler. Emma quickly composed herself and opened the door. He stood there with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “Can I come in?” Emma hesitated before stepping aside, allowing him in. Tyler walked in, his sharp eyes scanning
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. Emma shifted beneath the blankets, her body still sore, a dull ache lingering in places she hadn’t expected. She squeezed her eyes shut as the memories of last night rushed back, Jayden and Kale, their lips on hers, their hands mapping her skin. Jayden tongue on her clit, Kale's lips on her nipple. Heat surged through her body at the thought, embarrassment creeping up her spine. “What the hell was that?” she whispered, burying her face in her pillow. She wasn’t supposed to let that happen. She should’ve pushed them away, scolded them, or something. But instead, she had stood there, stunned, her body betraying her as they stole breath after breath from her lips. A groan slipped from her lips as she turned over, willing the thoughts away. But the warmth spreading through her wouldn’t leave. She went to the bathroom, splashed water on her face, anything just to make the memory erased but instead
Emma let out a deep sigh as she stepped out of the bathroom, her body still damp from the hot shower. Steam curled around her as she wrapped a towel securely around herself, tucking the edge between her breasts to keep it in place. The night had been exhausting, her mind clouded with everything that had happened with Ever, the twins, and the suspicions surrounding her sister. She ran a hand through her wet hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her thoughts were a mess, but she wasn’t going to let Ever win. Not again. Just as she turned toward her closet, the door to her room suddenly burst open. Emma gasped, clutching her towel tightly as she spun around. Jayden and Kale stood in the doorway, their eyes locking onto her instantly. Their presence filled the space, their towering forms radiating something intense, something primal. “Wh-what are you doing here?” Emma stammered, backing up slightly, her fingers gripping the fabric of her towel. The twins stepped inside, cl
Ever stormed out of the packhouse, her heels clicking against the pavement, her face twisted in frustration. The cool night air did little to ease the heat of her anger. Her mother, rushed after her, confusion written all over her face. “Ever, slow down!” Her mother called, struggling to keep pace with her daughter’s hurried steps. “What’s gotten into you?” Ever barely spared her a glance. “Nothing.” Her mother frowned. “Nothing? You insisted we come here, and now you’re dragging me out like we weren’t just welcomed inside. What happened?” Ever rolled her eyes, inhaling deeply to keep her patience in check. She couldn’t let her mother see how much Emma had gotten under her skin. “I just wasn’t feeling well,” she muttered, keeping her gaze forward. Her mother sighed, reaching out to grab Ever’s wrist. “You seemed fine before. Tell me the truth, Ever. Did something happen with Emma?” Ever jerked her hand free, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “Why do you always assume I’m the p
Ever’s fingers twitched in her pocket, gripping the stolen toothbrushes as she forced herself to remain calm. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to breathe evenly. Jayden’s sharp eyes bore into her, scrutinizing her every movement. “I didn’t take anything,” Ever insisted, her voice perfectly steady, though her pulse hammered in her ears. Jayden scoffed, taking another step forward. “I don’t believe you.” Ever let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head as though she was exhausted by the accusation. “I don’t know why you’re acting this way. I was just looking around. If I knew you’d be this paranoid, I wouldn’t have even left the room.” Jayden didn’t flinch. “Then empty your pockets.” Ever’s jaw clenched, but she quickly masked it with a wounded expression. “Jayden, really? Do you think so little of me?” Before Jayden could respond, the door creaked open, and Emma stepped in. Her sharp gaze flickered between Ever’s stiff posture and Jayden’s tense stance.
The rumors about everything happening in the pack hadn’t missed Ever’s ears. She had been ecstatic when she first heard that Alpha m hated Emma now, believing it was what Emma deserved. That weak, pitiful girl had stolen attention that didn’t belong to her for far too long. But Ever’s joy faded when she learned what had happened the previous day. That changed everything. If Emma truly had the twins and the Alpha on her side, it meant she wasn’t as alone as Ever had hoped. It meant Emma had protection. Ever clenched her fists. No. She wouldn’t let this slip through her fingers. She needed to act before things spiraled out of her control. After pacing in her room for nearly an hour, Ever finally came up with a plan. It wasn’t enough to sit back and hope Emma’s misfortune continued. No she had to make sure of it. She went to find her mother, who was sitting on the porch, enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun. Her mother was blissfully unaware of everything happening in the
Emma’s body ached, her lungs burned, and sweat dripped down her forehead. She had already lost count of how many times Cedric had thrown her to the ground, but she refused to stay down. She tightened her fists, pushing herself up once more. Cedric smirked. “Give it up, omega. You’re embarrassing yourself.” Emma wiped the blood from her lip, eyes burning with determination. “Not yet.” She took a deep breath, adjusting her stance. She had been fighting defensively, trying to block his attacks, but that wasn’t working. If she wanted to win, she had to stop holding back. The moment Cedric lunged at her again, she sidestepped swiftly, dodging his punch at the last second. Instead of retreating, she turned and drove her elbow into his ribs with full force. He grunted in pain. The crowd gasped. But Emma didn’t stop. Before Cedric could recover, she spun and kicked his knee, sending him stumbling. Using that momentum, she jumped, twisting midair, and delivered a powerful kick to his
Emma stormed into her room, her chest tightening with frustration. She had left Tyler without a word, unable to process what had just happened. It was too much—too overwhelming. She was already struggling with the twins, Kale and Jayden, and now fate had cruelly tied her to Tyler as well. Three mates. Her hands clenched into fists as she paced back and forth. Why? Why did fate insist on playing games with her? First, it had given her a weak body, making her the pack’s punching bag. Then, it had forced her into a mate life where she had to fight for every scrap of respect. And just when she had started carving a place for herself, fate twisted again. Her breath came out shaky. Ever. The name alone made her blood run cold. She had suffered because of Ever. She had torn her down, made her feel like nothing, turned her into a joke. And now? Now that it was finally her turn to rise, to enjoy even a sliver of happiness, she was still being tormented. Was she never meant to find pe