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
LoganThe park wasn’t supposed to get under my skin.It was overgrown, half-rotted, and completely useless in terms of optics. No press platform. No dignitaries. Just cracked stone, tangled vines, and the memory of someone who used to believe in playgrounds and benches and places for children to fee
Emily“This place does luxury picnics. Private chefs. Press exclusives if we want them,” Logan said, sliding the portfolio across the counter.It featured a glossy estate overlooking a lake, all manicured gardens and glass pavilions. It looked exactly like something his circle would devour—visibly e
EmilyI could feel the spotlight long before we stepped into it.Camera flashes popped like lightning across the entrance carpet as Logan offered his arm. I took it, deliberately, curling my fingers around his wrist the way I’d practiced.We were here to show unity. Strength. Stability. All the thin
EmilyBy the time I stepped back into Logan’s office, the air felt colder. Or maybe it was just him.He didn’t look up when I entered. Didn’t acknowledge me at all, actually. Just flipped a page in the thick folder he was reading and said flatly, “Close the door.”I did.The other assistants were al







