Emily's POV Jacob’s fists clenched at his sides. “You can’t make me—”But his voice cut off as Fayne’s shadows rose from the floor, curling around his throat like smoke.“Apologize,” Fayne repeated, voice like a demon’s whisper.Jacob choked, eyes wide. Then slowly, painfully, he looked at me.“I’m... sorry,” he said, his voice tight, ragged. “Emily... I was wrong.”The words hit me like a slap. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream.Jacob dropped his gaze.Fayne lowered his hand, and the shadows receded.Jacob collapsed fully to the floor, trembling, humiliated.Fayne turned to me, his expression softening.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded slowly, still shaking. “I think so.”“Come on,” he said, offering his hand. “Let’s get you out of here.”“No,” I said. “I'll take care of things around here. You should go.”Fayne gave me a look and then he said, “Fine. But right now, I currently have Jacob under control. That should buy you time to take the pack for yourself.”I breathed deeply. “
Emily's POV Jacob was dead to the world—metaphorically, for now.His body slumped in the leather chair like a ragdoll, his lips parted slightly, eyelids fluttering in an unnatural sleep. He never saw it coming. Not the spiked drink, not the shift in power. Definitely not *me*.“Perfect,” I murmured, standing from the settee.I strode to the hallway and clapped twice.Two maids rushed in, heads bowed.“Take the Alpha to his chambers,” I ordered coolly. “Tuck him in and lock the door from the outside. No visitors, no disturbances. And if anyone asks… tell them he’s not to be bothered until further notice.”Their eyes widened, but neither dared question me.“Yes, Luna,” one whispered.I stepped aside, watching as they lifted Jacob’s limp form between them. He mumbled something incoherent, then went still again. They carried him out, leaving the door open behind them.I turned and walked back into his office.No.My office.I ran a hand across the heavy oak desk, tracing the ridges and g
Emily's POV I sat at the far corner of the council room, quiet but watchful. The long stone table in front of me was lined with Galahad’s oldest wolves—gray-haired, sharp-eyed, and set in their ways. Their voices echoed through the high chamber like growls trapped between pride and paranoia.I didn’t belong here. Not by their standards.And yet here I was, seated at a table meant for leaders.“Where is Alpha Jacob?” one of them finally asked, his voice brittle like old bark.Every gaze turned to me.I folded my hands on the table and gave a polite, neutral smile.“He’s unwell,” I said calmly. “Very sick, actually. He asked me to attend in his place until he’s recovered.”The room shifted. Some council members raised their brows. Others exchanged knowing looks. But no one outright challenged me. Not yet.“Hmm,” muttered Elder Marreck, leaning back in his chair. “He must trust you deeply.”“He does,” I said.And he doesn’t even know it.Another elder spoke up. “We’ve had word from the
Emily’s POV The moment I stepped into the clinic, I could already feel the weight of everything I’d been holding back settling onto my shoulders. The hallway was quiet, the scent of lavender disinfectant lingering in the air. A nurse glanced up from the front desk and gave me a quick nod, but no one stopped me as I made my way down the corridor to the private recovery room Esther had been given.I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open.And there she was.Esther stood in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the wall, humming softly to herself as she dabbed concealer beneath her eyes. Her gown had been traded for a silky robe that barely covered her thighs, and the table beside her held an entire spread of makeup products.My brows knit together, but I didn’t speak right away. I simply stepped inside and closed the door behind me.She didn’t jump. Didn’t even flinch. She glanced at my reflection in the mirror and smirked as if she’d been expecting me.“Luna Emily,” she purred, tw
Emily’s POV My footsteps echoed through the clinic’s polished hallway as I walked away from Esther’s room, but her voice still rang in my ears. The venom in her words. She really believed she could bring me down. No.I wasn’t going to let anyone take what I had built. Not her. Not anyone.I took a sharp turn down the hallway and headed straight for Fayne’s quarters.His room was tucked away in the east wing of the estate, shrouded in shadows and quiet. I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and found him where I expected—lounging near the fireplace, a glass of something dark in one hand, that familiar lazy smirk on his lips like he knew everything that had just happened.He looked up at me, eyes glinting. “Let me guess. You met with Jacob's lover.”“How did you know?”Fayne smirked, then I continued, “She's just like a snake. I muttered, closing the door behind me. “Manipulative, insecure, desperate.”Fayne chuckled. “She’s nothing. But you… you’re coming into your own.”H
Emily’s POVBecoming Alpha wasn’t the triumphant moment I’d dreamed of—it was better.The crowd had bowed. Their cheers echoed like thunder through the chambers. The ceremonial mark burned on my skin like molten gold, and I welcomed the pain with a smile.I had done it.But it wasn’t just about the title. No, it was never just that.It was about what came next.I didn’t linger after the ceremony. I slipped away while the council still argued over feast arrangements and succession announcements. Let them squabble like pups over scraps. I had more important matters to tend to.His room was dark when I entered, the scent of sickness heavy in the air. A sharp blend of iron and something else—something rotting. The door creaked shut behind me.“Jacob,” I said softly, almost kindly.He was curled on the floor beside his bed, trembling, his skin ashen. Blood stained the front of his shirt and his hands. Another wave of nausea hit him as I stepped forward, and he doubled over, vomiting more o
Emily’s POV I stood in the silence, watching Jacob’s body collapse completely onto the cold wooden floor. His hand, once strong and commanding, now lay limp, bloodied ink smudging the final words of his last letter. It was over. Every breath he’d taken had built the kingdom he’d never imagined losing—not like this. Not to me. I should’ve felt something, maybe a flicker of guilt, some hint of loss for the man who once trained me, who once called me family. But no. All I felt was satisfaction. The weight of Galahad Pack was now mine. I had taken it—no, earned it—with precision. With planning. With poison. And then, just as I was about to leave, the door creaked. It was soft. Subtle. A breath of wind or a warning. Then she stepped in. Esther. Jacob’s lover. Her eyes found him instantly. Her steps faltered. I saw her go still, her mind unable to process what she was seeing—the man she loved lying in a pool of his own blood, lifeless, pale. Her knees buckled, and she
Emily’s POVJacob—once towering, once terrifying, once the name whispered with reverence throughout the lands—now hunched over a desk like a frightened scribe. His hand trembled as he dipped the quill into ink, smearing black across the edge of the parchment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, lips pressed tight in pain. The poison had settled into his bones by now. It wouldn’t kill him quickly. That would’ve been too kind.I leaned against the cold stone wall, arms folded, and said nothing as he scrawled the final sentence.“…and with this letter, I hereby declare Emily Aldane as the rightful Alpha of Galahad Pack, worthy of your allegiance, worthy of your fear.”He paused.Then, begrudgingly, signed his name.Jacob.I stepped forward slowly, the sound of my boots echoing through the silent chamber. The guard at the door stiffened at my presence.“Send them,” I ordered. “Now.”The guard took the sealed letters with a nod and hurried off into the corridor without a word. I watched until th
Emily's POV The table was simple tonight — fresh bread, grilled meat, and platters of fruits and cheeses. No servants, no formalities. Just us.Fayne poured drinks while I set out the plates, and before long, laughter began to fill the air — the natural, effortless kind that only comes from people who know each other too well. "You’re heavy-handed with the wine, old man," Kael teased, raising his cup at Fayne.Fayne gave him a mock glare. "I’m making up for all the times I had to deal with your troublemaking.""Ah," Aerlyn smirked over the rim of her glass, "he means the time you tried to tame a wyvern in your second year of training."Kael groaned. "I will *never* live that down.""You were brave," I said, unable to hide a chuckle, "but extremely foolish.""And slightly singed," Fayne added, lifting his cup toward Kael with a wink. "To Kael, the bravest fool we know."We all laughed and raised our glasses together, the clinking sound ringing through the open air.The conversation
Emily's POV The days that followed were spun from sunlight and laughter.After breakfast one morning, Fayne clapped his hands together and grinned wickedly. “Time for a family sparring match,” he announced, eyes gleaming. “No backing out!”Aerlyn immediately brightened, already stretching her arms behind her head. “I’m in.”Kael gave a loud, theatrical groan. “Do I have to? I almost died last time!”“You stubbed your toe last time,” I said dryly, sipping my tea. “Hardly a near-death experience.”Still, when we gathered outside in the practice yard, Kael bounced on his toes with nervous excitement. The sun was high, the breeze carried the scent of wildflowers, and the whole pack seemed to watch from the edges, smiling at the scene unfolding.We split into teams — Fayne and Kael against Aerlyn and me."Unfair," Kael complained immediately. "Mother and Aerlyn are terrifying!""You wound me," I said with a grin, circling him slowly. "But I’ll take it as a compliment."The match began w
Emily's POV The days that followed felt golden.The castle, often a place of endless decisions and strategy, settled into a rhythm that was almost domestic. It wasn’t that there weren’t matters to attend to — of course there were. Packs still needed watching, alliances still needed tending. But the urgency that had once ruled every breath was gone, replaced by something warmer, deeper.Trust.Aerlyn spent her mornings training patrol groups, her voice sharp and sure as she called out orders in the training fields. She was growing into her power in a way that made my heart ache with pride. Some mornings I would watch her from the balcony, sipping tea while the wind carried her laughter up to me.Kael had thrown himself into studying — a surprise to all of us. He was determined to master governance, battle strategies, herbal remedies, everything he could get his hands on. It was as if, after the talk about leadership, he had decided to prove he was ready for more.Sometimes, I would fi
Emily's POV “We’re not as young as we used to be,” I murmured, feeling the ache in my bones with a smirk.“But we’re better,” he said. “We know when to stop fighting the world.”I turned toward him, resting my head on his shoulder. “This is what we fought for.”He didn’t answer with words, just pressed a kiss to my forehead.Eventually, reluctantly, we returned home.As we rode into the castle gates, our cloaks damp and hair wild, the guards blinked at us like we were forest spirits returning from myth. We waved them off before they could ask questions, and made our way back to our private quarters, still grinning like fools.We’d barely stepped out of the bathing chamber when there was a knock at the door. This time, it wasn’t a guard. I knew the rhythm.“Come in,” I called, already smiling.Aerlyn entered first, her braids freshly redone, her uniform pristine. Behind her, Kael followed, taller than before, but still hiding part of his face behind his curls when he felt uncertain.“
Emily's POV “Was hoping you'd think I was unconscious,” he mumbled into my hair. “So you wouldn’t make me move.” I laughed softly and turned toward him, our legs tangling naturally. He looked younger in the morning light, softer. As if the weight of his past had stepped back, if only for a few hours. I brushed my fingers across his brow, smoothing back a strand of hair that had fallen in his eyes. “I don’t want to move either,” I whispered. “Then don’t,” he said, pulling me closer. “We’ve earned one morning.” It was a strange thing—stillness. Foreign, almost. Our love had bloomed in war, grown through hardship, deepened through leadership. Most days, it felt like we were always on the edge of something: a threat, a decision, a moment too big to breathe through. But today… Today, we were just Emily and Fayne. Not Alpha. Not demon. Not legend. Just two people who had made it through the storm and still chose each other. He kissed the top of my head. “Still thinking about Kael?”
Emily's POV The echo of my children’s voices still lingered in the corridor even after I walked away. Something had changed—subtly, but powerfully. Kael and Aerlyn had finally found a rhythm, however fragile. That mattered more than any council, any throne. I drifted into the quiet of our chambers, the familiar warmth of it greeting me like a gentle tide. Fayne stood near the window, bathed in moonlight, his arms crossed as he stared into the distance like he always did when his mind wandered too far. He turned when he heard me, and his crooked smile instantly softened everything in me. “They’ll be alright,” I said, sinking into the edge of the couch. He raised a brow. “Kael didn’t burn down anything?” “Not today,” I teased. Fayne chuckled and walked over. “Then we’ll call that a win.” There was silence for a beat, one that didn’t demand to be filled. We were getting good at this kind of peace—the quiet between the wild. The world outside always turned, but we had carved out
Emily's POV I nodded. “Exactly. A joint council. One that unites the packs and keeps decisions balanced. Aerlyn will lead the Galahad and Red Cross packs, yes. Kael will govern Donovan when the time comes. But their power won't lie in their territories. It’ll lie in their ability to come together for decisions that affect all of us.”“Smart,” Fayne admitted, brushing a hand across my shoulder. “Give them shared stakes so there’s less room for rivalry.”“And more room for respect,” I added. “We’ll train them to make decisions together. Mediate conflicts. See each other as equals, even when their paths differ. We’ll show Kael that his role isn’t smaller, just different. He’ll grow into a protector, a strategist, a voice for the more volatile edges of the packs.”Fayne gave a small smile. “That sounds like you’ve been planning this for years.”“I have.” I turned toward him fully, letting the weight of my thoughts settle. “Because I know what it’s like to be raised in a world that pits s
Emily's POV The sun had dipped low, brushing golden light across the glass windows as I stood at the edge of the balcony, overlooking Galahad’s inner gardens. The breeze was gentle, tugging at the silk of my robe, and in the distance, I could hear laughter—Aerlyn training the younger wolves again, just as she always did.Behind me, I heard Fayne’s footsteps, quiet but heavy with thought. He came to stand beside me, his arms folded, gaze cast out toward the horizon. For a moment, we stood in silence, listening to the world we had carved out together. The peace we had fought for. Bled for.I sighed. “We have a family.”Fayne looked at me, his expression softening.“There were nights,” I continued, voice low, “when I didn’t think that would ever be our truth. That we’d ever survive long enough to see it. But now we have two children. A daughter who's strong enough to lead, and a son with a heart that's still learning to shape itself.”His hand slid gently over mine, warm and grounding.
Aerlyn’s POV I sat at the edge of the long stone table, the parchment map spread before us rippling with age and memory. Every scar on its surface marked a past battle, a lesson etched in ink and blood. Now it was my turn to leave a mark.Alpha Dante from the southern border was mid-sentence, proposing a joint patrol with his fastest wolves. Normally, I would’ve deferred to my mother—but today, I leaned forward.“That route won’t hold,” I said, surprising even myself with how calm my voice was. “The rogue movements I tracked followed wind pockets and low paths. They’re avoiding open terrain. We’d be leaving our flank exposed.”The room went still. A few of the elders exchanged glances. One even scoffed under his breath. But my mother said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her silence was her faith in me.Dante grunted, pointing at a different section of the map. “Then you suggest we close in here?”I nodded. “And reroute the scouts to this ridge. It’s narrow but provides full visibility.