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
But when I got home I couldn’t sleep.I told myself it was the late hour or the stack of reports waiting for my review, but that was a lie I didn’t bother believing.The truth was simpler: I couldn’t get Emily’s face out of my mind.Not the polished version from the fundraiser, all high cheekbones a
Emily Julian knocked once on the edge of the open door before stepping into my office, already smiling like we were old friends rather than colleagues with entirely different agendas.“You’ve been busy,” he said lightly, nodding toward the half-open folders scattered across my desk. “Press tours, s
I grabbed the topmost folder on my desk, something about Pack resource allocations, and held it open, pretending to read as the knock came.Two sharp taps. Then the door eased open without waiting for a response.“Just checking in,” Logan said, pausing in the doorway. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”He
It shouldn’t have hurt. Not after everything. Not after the leaked photo with Chloe, the rumors, the financial document scandal.But this one hit differently.Because it came just days after Logan kissed me. Not out of obligation or for optics. We shared a real kiss, unguarded, and it had nearly und







