LOGIN'They think I'm the CEO's sister and the Lycan princess?"The words echoed in Jessy's head as she looked towards Emilia and back at Clara somewhat uncertainly.Her mind was racing, trying to process this unexpected turn of events. Jessy's eyes darted between the gathered employees, reading their expressions of eager deference, then back to Emilia who stood off to the side with an infuriatingly calm expression. Something felt wrong about this situation, alarm bells ringing in the back of Jessy's mind warning her that accepting this mistaken identity might be a terrible idea.But the temptation was too strong. After years of being just another orphan, just another person struggling to make ends meet, here was an opportunity to be someone important. To be treated with the respect and admiration she had always believed she deserved. Her fingers tightened on her designer bag, the expensive accessory suddenly feeling like armor against the voice in her head telling her to correct the mistak
"Yeah, it's good to know that you're still that arrogant," Emilia replied immediately.Her voice came out steady, none of the uncertainty that might have been there years ago when Jessy's words could reduce her to tears. The simple observation was delivered without heat, just a statement of fact about character traits that apparently had not changed despite the passage of time."I truly cannot believe that the high and mighty Jessy would have to interview and work in the same office as us commoners," Emilia said with a small smile on her face that was not pleasant.The comment was pointed, deliberately echoing the kind of language Jessy herself had used during their orphanage days. The smile that accompanied it was sharp, showing teeth in an expression that was more challenge than friendliness."I'm just here for work experience," Jessy replied immediately, as if ashamed.Her tone had shifted, becoming defensive in a way that suggested the idea of needing to work was embarrassing to h
The next morning, Emilia dressed up in simple clothes that did nothing to say the kind of status she had in the supernatural society.She stood in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom, adjusting the collar of her plain white blouse. The fabric was soft cotton, nothing designer or expensive, purchased from a regular department store rather than the boutiques Alexander had offered to take her to or the designer wears her brothers had gotten her as part of her wedding presents. Her pants were black slacks, professional but unremarkable, paired with comfortable flats rather than the heels that would have been more fashionable.Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, no elaborate styling or accessories that might draw attention. She wore minimal makeup, just enough to look polished without being overdone. The only jewelry she had on was her wedding ring and the necklace she never removed, both subtle enough that most people would not look twice at them.Alexander stood b
"I want to work outside the hospital for now," Emilia said to Alexander.Her voice carried a thoughtfulness that suggested she had been considering this for some time. She sat curled into the corner of their living room couch, legs tucked beneath her, one hand absently rubbing the small but growing curve of her stomach. The afternoon sun streamed through the floor to ceiling windows, creating patterns of light and shadow across the hardwood floors."Gain some extra knowledge," she continued, her eyes distant as she imagined the possibilities. "I've been interested in maybe learning and developing more of the wolfsbane antidote that Dr. White worked on."The mention of the perverted doctor made Alexander's hand tighten on the coffee cup he had been holding. He remembered how he tried to have his way with Emila, and Alexander had already made the decision to give a special 'thank you' to the moon goddess for helping him get there on time. "And maybe develop one specially for pregnant w
"Wait," the voice called out as a young man wearing a suit ran towards Alexander and Emilia.The figure moved with urgency, feet pounding against the marble floor in a rhythm that echoed through the suddenly silent venue. He was slim, maybe in his mid twenties, with sandy brown hair that bounced with each stride. His suit was off the rack rather than custom tailored, the jacket slightly too large in the shoulders, suggesting he had dressed up as formally as his means allowed. His face was flushed from exertion, chest heaving as he ran down the aisle toward where the couple stood frozen.Security guards had moved to intercept him, hands reaching for the young man's arms to pull him back. But something in his expression, in the desperation and joy mixed together, made them hesitate. This was not the face of someone meaning harm. This was someone afraid of missing something important."Oscar," Emilia shouted excitedly as soon as she recognized him.The name burst from her lips with pure
The doctors had kept Emilia for three days, monitoring her recovery with the careful attention reserved for royalty and miracle cases. Her supernatural healing had accelerated beyond what even they expected, broken bones knitting together and internal injuries closing with speed that defied medical explanation. But they had been cautious nonetheless, running test after test to ensure both she and the baby were truly stable.Alexander had remained by her side through all of it, sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair, eating whatever food was brought to him without tasting it, existing in a state of vigilant protection. He spoke to her constantly, telling her about pack business and meaningless stories just to hear his own voice filling the silence when she slept.The decision formed somewhere during the second night, watching her sleep with one hand resting on the barely visible curve of her stomach. They were already married legally, the papers signed four years ago still valid







