Chapter Eighteen

Emma's POV.

Sliding under the covers, I stared up at the ceiling, a frown appeared on my face as i saw the mirror above me. Kinky. Underneath the silk covers I was not wearing a stitch of clothing.

Gripping the edge of the blanket, i stared at myself wondering what the hell i was doing. When I was at home with the rest of the pack my room was half the size of the one i was staying in. I hadn’t moved out of my house as the pack wouldn’t accept that until i find my mate. My father didn’t trust me to be out on my own, and so i remained with him and my mother.

I shuddered thinking about my mother.

Don’t think about her.

Pushing the thought of my mother aside, I focused instead on the man in the bedroom next to mine. He was not going to let me hide from him. The pack was easier to hide from back at home. My father was the only one in the whole pack who demanded my presence at dinner or during a run.

I rarely changed into a wolf even though he asked for me to be there. My father loved m