As they were talking, a tall, handsome man in his fifties approached them with a charming smile on his face. Emma could immediately see the family resemblance. He had the same sharp features and piercing blue eyes as Morris but with a few more wrinkles around his eyes. Was that his father?“Uncle!” Morris let out, excitedly standing from his spot to embrace the smiling man.“Morris, my boy! Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, giving Morris a hug before turning his attention to Emma. “And who is this breathtaking acquaintance of yours? I could stare at her all day and have peace.”Emma couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the older man's good looks and confident demeanor, but he immediately put her at ease with his warm and friendly attitude.“This is my friend, Emma,” Morris introduced.“It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir,” Emma said with a smile.“The pleasure is all mine, my dear,” he replied, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. “And, no need for the title. Just call me Carr

Emma's laughter filled the sitting room as Carring and Morris cracked some old jokes. Somehow, she ended up on the third bottle of champagne as the guests left the house. She was comfortable and Carring and Morris didn't mind that. As far as Morris stared, her snorts and blueberry noises were the most beautiful form of laughter he had seen in a while.“Well, an old man has to rest his back,” Carring stood, stretching. “Happy Birthday, Son,” he embraced Morris, giving him a firm but gentle pat on the back. “Emma, you're one of the best people I met tonight. I do hope you enjoyed yourself too. I'll be checking in with you by the morrow. Good night,” he greeted.“Good night,” she smiled, unsure of what next to do.“Come here, girl. I do hugs,” he announced, smiling.Eagerly, Emma jumped off the couch, arms stretched and losing herself in Carring's embrace. It was warm and filled with love. Almost like a closure, she has been seeking for all these years. He kissed her on both cheeks befor

As they broke off their heated moment of passion, Morris gave room for Emma to go change into something comfy. They spent the rest of the day, playing card games and getting to know themselves.When night came, Morris took the room he slept in the previous night, while Emma got the comfy bedroom. It was a dilemma of fighting to stay apart even though they desperately wanted the comfort of each other.Emma woke up in the middle of the night, her body drenched in sweat. She had been dreaming about her parents' murder again. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted her for years, but this time it was different.In the dream, she saw herself being killed as well. It was a horrific image, and it had left her trembling and scared.She sat up in bed, trying to calm herself down. She prayed that she hadn't been screaming and thrashing as always, as it would wake Morris up. She took deep breaths, trying to push the nightmare out of her mind.But the more she attempted to forget, the more

By evening, Emma was ready to get something off her chest. She had a quick dinner made by Morris's chef and sat with him. First, it was friendly that he had a tracker in the watch he gifted her without letting her know. Second, she was grateful that she was looking out for her.Again, Morris had her open up about the entire incident. But, she left the narration of werewolves and Clyde's true identity and the fact that he was her mate as it was called in their world. That was too much unnecessary information. Morris had light snacks made with fruits. He made a cozy outdoor cinema in his garden and had Emma stay with him as they watched a romantic comedy show while snacking. To comfort Emma, he made sure he had her wrapped around him and occasionally kissed her, which she returned. Deep into the night, they fell asleep in each other's arms.Their sleep was cut short in the early hours of the morning when she was asked to turn herself in as fresh evidence had been found against her. Wit

Emma and Clyde were taken into custody again, this time, both were placed in adjacent cells. Emma couldn't believe she was going through all this. It felt like she was a hamster running on a wheel. She had dedicated her entire career to bringing criminals to justice, and now she found herself on the other side of the bars.As she sat on the hard cot, nursing her aching heart and trying to make sense of the situation, she heard a commotion outside. Shouts and screams echoed through the corridors, and she could hear the sound of shattering glass.Initially, she ignored it as well as whatever Clyde was saying. It was normal for the station to witness such chaos from criminals trying to get arrested once in a while. Also, she didn't want to hear a word from Clyde. Instead, she focused her thoughts on Morris. Thinking about what they would've been doing if they were together.Suddenly, the door to her cell burst open, and several men dressed in black stormed in, brandishing weapons. Emma s