LOGIN“I believe that,” he says, voice steady, certain. He presses a kiss to my temple, soft, grounding, a promise in the quiet morning light filtering through the car window. “I believe in us. Always.”I lean against him for a moment, letting the warmth of his presence settle into my bones, the security
EmilyThe moment we step out of the Pack’s office, I feel the tension in my shoulders begin to loosen, like a river finally allowed to flow after being dammed for years. The air outside feels lighter, fresher, almost like it’s been waiting for me to exhale. I do, letting out a long, shaky breath, my
“My wolf has awakened,” I say, letting the words hang in the air. “All I ask for is your cooperation. Not out of fear, but out of respect for what this Pack should be. Together, we can rebuild, restore, and protect what is ours. But it starts with honesty, integrity, and accountability.”The room is
EmilyThe weight of guilt sits heavy on my chest as Logan drives us to my Pack’s office. I can’t stop thinking about the consequences of what has just happened.My father behind bars, finally held accountable for the choices that have haunted me since I was a child. Derek’s death still echoes in my
I feel a strange, complicated mix of emotions — a flush of relief, a stab of sadness for the family I once knew, and a pulse of satisfaction that justice has been done.I glance at Logan, who watches intently, jaw tight, hands clasped together. His eyes flicker to mine for a brief moment, and there’
EmilyThe quiet of our home feels almost surreal. Logan and I sit on the living room couch, Peter resting peacefully on a soft mat on the floor, his tiny chest rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep. The faint hum of the heater, the soft light spilling from the lamp, and the muted tick of the c
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Thank you.”True to his word, he made an effort. They were clumsy efforts, but efforts nonetheless. He loaded the dishwasher incorrectly, and I corrected it when he wasn’t looking. He wiped down counters with too much force.He tried, and I tried to soften. I did my best not
EmilyMoving into Logan’s house felt like stepping into forbidden territory. It was his personal space, designed exactly how he liked it, and it didn’t seem like anyone else had been welcomed before.The place was stunning and immaculate. It had high ceilings, polished wood floors, and a kitchen tha
EmilyThe weekend creeped up on us. After a stressful first week of living together, I thought maybe it was time we got out of the house. Together.It wasn’t going to be like the last date either, the one that Logan had planned and filled with an expensive show and a fancy dinner.The day I had plan
EmilyBy morning, the sting had dulled.It had taken hours to coax myself out of the spiral. I wasn’t the jealous type. I wasn’t the girl who stormed away from whispered rumors and veiled stares.Seeing Chloe kiss Logan, seeing him stand there, impassive and infuriatingly unreadable chipped at somet







