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
EmilyI returned to my desk the next morning with the quiet determination of someone trying not to be watched.The halls were as polished and orderly as ever, but something in the air had shifted. Nothing was obvious, something just felt… off.Whispers didn’t carry far, but they didn’t need to. The
LoganI scanned the weekly reports in silence, each page delivering more of what I already knew but didn’t want to read again. Production numbers were stable. Trade routes secure.Morale among the staff? Less so.Buried in the margins of the personnel notes were things no one said outright but still
“Then talk,” she said, but her voice wavered.I reached for the words, but all I could think about was how she smelled. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to pull her closer or shake her for staying so far away.She looked down on me even though I towered over her. In the low light, her eyes looked darker.
I didn’t mean to look. But my name was in bold: “Alpha’s Optics: Contract Luna’s Public Redemption Tour”Below the headline, a photo from the sanctuary outing was centered like a glossy insult. I stood beside Logan in the image, slightly turned toward him, hand mid-gesture. He wasn’t even looking at







