Emily’s POVI arrived at Westbrook International Airport on a hot, humid evening, dragging my luggage through the sweltering heat. After two years away in the Duskfall Pack, I was finally back home. As I made my way to the parking lot, the weight of my suitcases seemed to grow with each step and sweat beaded on my forehead.Dressed in a floral top and denim shorts, I scanned the crowded lot for any sign of my best friend Sarah. But there was no one. I figure my own family wouldn't bother to pick me up either. With a sigh, I set down my luggage, about to call Sarah, when a sleek red car pulled up in front of me. Assuming it must be her, I opened the door and climbed inside, relief crashing over me as the cool air conditioning enveloped me.“You are right on time,” I breathed, settling my bags at my feet.But as I turned to greet my friend, I was met with a deep, masculine voice that most certainly did not belong to Sarah.“Who are you?”My heart plummeted as I locked eyes with the spea

Emily’s POVBefore I could even consider walking away, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the corridor. My stepmother, Linda, and my father, Mr. Parker, rushed to the scene, their faces twisted with concern.Jessica looked up at them, her eyes brimming with crocodile tears. "Father, Emily hit me!" she cried, her voice trembling. "She just kept slapping me, over and over again!"Linda immediately rushed to Jessica's side, fussing over her swollen cheek. "Oh, my darling daughter!" she cooed, tossing a venomous glare in my direction. "How dare you attack her the moment you set foot in this house?"I stood my ground, my arms folded across my chest. "I won't deny it," I said boldly. "I slapped Jessica, and I won't hesitate to do it again."I fixed Linda with a pointed stare. "After all, she did seduce my fiancé. And your inability to discipline your own daughter properly has turned her into a homewrecker, just like you."Mr. Parker's face contorted with fury, and before I could even bra

Emily’s POVThe bar was alive with pulsing energy, the air filled with the scent of alcohol and the thrumming beat of the music. Yet amidst the lively crowd, I sat alone, my face flushed and my vision clouded by the sharp volume of beer bottles scattered across the tabletop.I was drinking to drown out the pain and the sting of rejection that still lingered in my heart after my confrontation with the Parker family. My father's cruel words, the way he had disowned me and cast me out of his home—it was all too much to bear.As I reached for another bottle, a pair of expensive boots caught my eye. Slowly, I lifted my gaze, only to find the striking figure of Alpha Michael approaching me. He looked different from the man I had encountered that morning—more polished, more handsome, with a small wolf tattoo peeking out from the collar of his shirt.I glared at him, my expression one of cold indifference. I had no desire to entertain anyone, let alone the brother of the man I had accidentall

Emily’s POVThe sound of muffled smooching stirred me from my slumber, and I sat up with a groan, the blanket falling from my chest. There, on a small chair in the corner, were Sarah and her boyfriend, Jake, locked in a passionate embrace. Their lips were fused together in a deep, eager kiss, moving in sync with a tangible hunger. Sarah's fingers were tangled in Jake's hair, pulling him closer as his hands roamed the curves of her body, caressing her sides with a gentle desire. Soft sighs and the occasional quiet moan punctuated the air, betraying the intensity of their passion."Get a room!" I exclaimed, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at the oblivious couple. "You couldn't have waited until I was gone?"Sarah pulled away, her hair disheveled and a smitten smile plastered on her face. "Sorry, Emmy," she giggled. "I just couldn't resist." She disentangled herself from Jake, who looked equally pleased with himself."Someone kept calling your phone all night," Sarah continued, s

Alpha James’s POVExhausted from the day's events, I collapsed onto my bed, closing my eyes in a desperate attempt to find some rest. The constant calls to secure my grandfather's accounts and arrange for a round-the-clock caretaker had left me drained, both physically and mentally.Just as I was about to drift off, a sharp knock at the door jolted me from my reverie. I let out a low growl, thoroughly annoyed at the interruption. "Come in," I grumbled.Without hesitation, my brother strode through the door, his expression unusually serious. I shook my head, regarding him with a wary gaze. "What do you want, Michael?"He sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice taking on an almost pleading tone. "Brother, I need you to grant me a wish."I furrowed my brow, perplexed by his request. "A wish? What are you talking about?"Michael inched closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "It's my birthday gift, since you missed it. I need you to grant it, without question."I let out a heavy sigh, my re