FAZER LOGINEMILY'S POV
The media practically blew up with stories and rumours about the tension between me and Rudy at the gala. There were multiple pictures of us holding hands and talking looking intimately at each other.
That only meant that my plan had worked perfectly. And the public was eating it up.
They called Rudy my knight in shining armour. Of course there were some speculations of it being fake. But they weren't enough to cause an actual problem.
Nevertheless, I was excited.
“This is incredible. Absolutely incredible.”. My mother was ecstatic. “This is just a step. You need to take more action. The press might shock us with a bad review. I'm already seeing people calling the food stale”
I giggled. People would always talk. But the main thing was me and Rudy getting the public's attention. And it was working well.
He did some work in the background though. I don't know how he got those skills but they had always come in handy, so I got used to it.
“The plan is actually… working”. Rudy said as he read the other articles by journalists.
I couldn't read his expression though, it was along the lines of surprise and uneasiness.
“Are you okay”. He stood up and walked around.
“I'm fine really. Just didn't expect it to escalate so quickly”
“True but it works in our favour.”. He nodded after my statement.
“Well I'd just be on my way now. I had to stop by to check up on you and now I have some business to attend to”. He said as he stood up to get ready to leave.
Before I could say goodbye his phone chimed.
He took out his phone and stared at the notification blindly. I noticed his uneasiness.
“Are you okay?”. He didn't say anything, he just handed his phone to me.
I took the phone confused but when I saw what was on the screen my confusion turned to shock. I was mortified.
Ricardo was being interviewed by a popular news station and he was talking about the gala.
“You uhh. You were in attendance at the Cortez family's gala two days ago.”
“Yes I was.”.
“People are calling it the gala of the year. It's rivalling the other social gatherings held by any other elite family in the country.”
Ricardo chuckled at the presenter's words. As if what he was saying wasn't true.
“Why the amused look? You don't agree with me?”.
“Oh well. Yes it was nice. But I have seen better. I feel it was just a way to get the public's eye off the main thing. But I might be wrong.”
His words made my blood run cold. How dare he say such things?
“Wow. And what are your thoughts on the rumours surrounding Emily and Rudy's relationship.”
“I don't have any thoughts concerning that. But let's see what they have to offer us shall we. The drama will unfold eventually-”
I switched off the phone immediately and let out a loud scream.
“He… he has no right to do this! How dare he say such things on live television”. I strTed throwing things around, attracting the attention of my mother.
Before I knew it I broke down into tears. Why was this happening? He has already done a lot to me. Why do this too? What was his aim?
I started crying painfully. This was going to cause another social uproar.
Rudy came to my side and held me gently while my mother paced around wondering what to do.
“It's okay, just calm down. Please”. Rudy's voice was calm and comforting. But it wasn't enough to ease the pain I felt.
Not from heart break, no
But from shame. From the knowledge that my whole life was falling apart just because of one family.
And the only thing I could think of was why? Why would they do this? What had I done to deserve this?
“I'll make them pay”. My voice cracked through my tears.
“Wh-what”. Rudy asked worriedly.
My mother stared at me knowingly.
My eyes looked fierce and unforgiving. They had bitten more than they could chew and I wasn't going to continue crying. Or feeling self pity. I'd bite back. I'd strike back.
I'd show them that the Cortex pack wasn't as weak as the thought.
“They have messed with the wrong pack. They have stepped on the wrong foot”.
My mother smiled with satisfaction as the words came out of my mouth.
“You know what to do child. Make them regret the day they crossed us.” She said as her hand rested on my shoulder.
Rudy sensed a change in my demeanor. He knew they had reached their limit with me.
“Make them regret the day they crossed you. Emily Cortez”. My mother continued as she leaned into my ear.
“The Alpha of the Cortez Pack”
EMILY'S POVThe hallway stretched before me, long and endless, lined with portraits of Cortez ancestors who had ruled before me. I felt like their eyes were following and judging me as I walked.I kept my head high, my steps steady and my hands still, but I still heard them. Whispers trailed behind me like smoke, curling around the corners, seeping through the cracks of the grand estate. The walls had ears, and the ears had mouths, and the mouths would not stop talking.“She should focus on producing an heir.” The words drifted from the sitting room as I passed. Elder Selena's voice was low but clear.“Stability comes through legacy,” another voice added, it was Elder Moretti. “A strong husband should lead during pregnancy, It's only natural.”“Of course.” Selena agreed. “The Othon line is powerful, an heir would solidify everything. The alliance, the future and even her place.”The word her place made me stop walking. I pressed my hands flat against the cold stone wall. My heart poun
EMILY'S POVThe council chamber felt smaller than usual. I sat at the head of the table, Ralph beside me, his hand resting lightly on my knee. The elders surrounded us, their faces old and serious, their eyes weighing every breath I took.Elder Moretti cleared his throat. "Alpha, there is something we must discuss."I kept my face calm. "Speak." I ordered coldly.He slid a document across the table, it was old paper with an official seal and the Cortez crest pressed into wax. "A clause in our pack laws." He said. "One that has existed for centuries it’s rarely invoked, but present."I looked at the document but didn't touch it. "What clause?"Elder Selena spoke, her voice softer than Moretti's. "It's a protection, Emily. For the Alpha and for the pack.""A protection." I repeated."If an Alpha shows signs of instability……fatigue, confusion, emotional volatility…..power may be temporarily delegated to their bonded mate." She paused. "Until clarity returns."The words hung in the air li
EMILY'S POVThe sitting room smelled like lavender and old paper. My mother sat across from me, with a teacup in her hand, her posture perfect, her expression carefully neutral. She'd requested a private meeting between the both of us, just us.That should have been my first warning. "I've been watching you, Emily." She set down her cup. "These past weeks. You seem... different.""I'm fine, Mother." I kept my voice steady. "Just tired. The summit…..""It is in five days." She cut me off. "I know. But this isn't about the summit."I waited and kept quiet. She leaned forward, her eyes sharp. "The elders came to me, they're concerned.""Concerned about what mom?" I asked, although I already knew the reason."About you." She paused. "About your state of mind, they are concerned whether you're fit to lead the pack right now."The words hit me like a slap. "I'm fit mom." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "Mom, I've led this pack for years, I protected it, even as a teen mom, I foug
EMILY'S POVThe council chamber was too warm, I sat at the head of the long oak table, listening to Elder Moretti drone on about summit seating arrangements. His voice blurred at the edges, words sliding into each other like watercolors left in the rain."......and the Volpe delegation has requested additional representatives, which would shift the entire west wing allocation unless we….""Then tell them no." I yelled, the words came out sharper than I intended. Everyone looked at me.Moretti blinked. "Alpha? What are you saying?" She asked, looking shocked."Tell them no." I set down my pen. "The west wing is already at capacity, they can only have two representatives like everyone else, or they can stay home."Silence filled the council chamber, that even a pindrop could be heard. Elder Selena cleared her throat. "Emily, the Volpes are sensitive about status, perhaps we could……""I don't care about their status." My voice rose. "I care about security, I care about logistics and I ca
EMILY'S POVThe morning sun was too bright filling the room through the window, I squeezed my eyes against it, turning away from the window, but the damage was done. Another hour of sleep lost, another hour of staring at the ceiling, listening to the house breathe, wondering which of its sounds were real and which were devices hidden in the walls.I gave up at six, my study was cold when I walked in. I wrapped my robe tighter and settled behind my desk, where a fresh stack of reports waited…..summit logistics, security protocols…..budget approvals and so on. The usual mountain of paper that never seemed to shrink.I reached for the first file and began to read, a few hours later, my eyes burned. I'd merely made it through half the stack, but my hand cramped from signing. My head throbbed with that familiar dull ache that coffee couldn't touch.I picked up the next file, it was the summit catering contract, filled with dozens pages of vendor agreements, menu selections, delivery schedu
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Emily’s POVI stepped through the front doors of the estate, still carrying the faint sweetness of fried dough and the thrill of the roller coaster in my chest.The echoes of Ralph’s laughter clung to me, mingling with the wind that swirled in from the gardens, I had a grin on my face I hadn’t worn
EMILY'S POV“Emily, Emily.” I heard someone calling me from a far distance.“Emily wake and see.” I heard my mom voice calling me, and i woke up with a gasp.“Mom!” I chocked on seeing her. “How?”“How what emily…..are you still dreaming?” She waved her hand before my face, with a rare smile on my
EMILY'S POV“Marco? What’s wrong? Where’s my mother?”The phone shook in my hand. Rudy’s argument was forgotten, all I heard was the urgency in Marco's voice..“The family wing now, please Alpha.”I ran hastily, Rudy was a step behind me, his anger vanished, replaced by a grim alertness.The door t
Emily's POVThe teacup sat on my desk, I hadn't slept through out the night, I was just staring at the tea lost in deep thoughts. The jasmine scent had faded, replaced by the memory of wolfsbane and the sterile chill of that clinic room.Kest’s contract arrived at dawn, as promised. It was bound in







