Emmy POV Vincenzo and I quickly don some spare clothes from Alpha Asher. Both of us are sporting black t-shirts and shorts. Vincenzo’s shorts are a size too small and squeezing around his muscular thighs. My shorts are sliding off my hips and I have to pull the drawstring to its limit in order to cinch the shorts securely. As soon as we open the door of the bedroom, I hear all my sisters rustling around downstairs. I squeeze Vincenzo’s hand and he returns the gesture. He places his hand on the small of my back and nudges me forward, but I turn around to face him, instead. “Go to them. I’ll be right behind you. Go see your sisters,” he tells me endearingly as he pushes my hair behind my ears, only for it to bounce forward again. His lips turn up in a grin and I can’t stop the blush that covers my face. I nod to him and quickly spin around and dart down the stairs. My bare feet slap against the dark hardwood on the staircase, and then land on the painted concret

Emmy POV 1 Week Later We returned to Running River Pack- well, all of us except for Vincenzo and Renz. Saph didn’t want to stay at the Red Mountain pack any longer, so we left as soon as possible. She didn’t want to be anywhere near Alpha Asher after learning Nathan died saving him. He was understanding and stayed hidden. Saph didn’t want anyone except her sisters at Nathan’s ceremony that took place a few days ago. It’s weird. We have all lost a lot of people in our lives- our parents, friends, siblings- but I can tell that losing Nathan has changed Saph. She hasn’t come out of her and Nathan’s cottage since his ceremony. I’ve been trying to give her space, but I need to speak with her today. I finished packing the last of my things and I’m leaving to move to the Forza Pack to be with Vincenzo. He isn’t rushing me to go back, but being away from him for the last six days has been difficult. I guess if anyone can relate to what Saph is going through, it’s Vincenzo.

Vincenzo POV The sounds of birds chirping pull me out of the sweetest dream. I blink my eyes open, and the bright rays of the morning sun warm my face. I look down and see her. My mate. She is still sleeping, her head on my chest, her thick, hazelnut hair is strewn all over, tangling with dark brown locks, and her naked body is curled into mine. The biggest smile stretches across my face; it wasn’t a dream. She’s really here. She moved in the last of her things last night, but she never got the chance to unpack. Fuck, we never even got a chance to eat the dinner I made. I chuckle to myself as I replay last night’s activities. My mate may come off as a quiet, little mouse, but she is a feisty sex kitten. I feel my dick getting hard again just thinking about her underneath me, her legs over my shoulders and her pussy wrapped around my dick. “You keep thinking those thoughts and we won’t be eating breakfast.” I look down to see my beautiful mate’s

Emmy POV I had avoided talking about my time with Bram. It makes me physically sick to think about it, to relive those memories. I truly believed that Vincenzo would look at me differently if he learned about what happened. No, Bram was never able to complete a bond by mating me or having me mark him, but he did enough. I shared a bed with him for an entire month. He touched me. Kissed me. Confused me. If Vincenzo hadn’t gotten to me…I’d like to believe I would have fought off Bram. But I’m not so sure. My wolf wanted Bram until she could sense Vincenzo. Only then was she able to lend me whatever strength she had left to overcome the debilitating delirium of my heat. Seeing Vincenzo being nothing but understanding shouldn’t surprise me. I didn’t even want to talk to my sisters about Bram. I just wanted to bury it in my mind and try to never think about it again. Then I saw red- literally. Viviana came up to mine and Vincenzo’s bedroom while I was unpacking. We were joking

Emmy POV “I swear, Emmy, it’s not fair that you get the great boobs and ass in this family. So unfair,” Amy pouts as she twirls in front of a full-length mirror. She’s wearing a fuchsia, knee-length, cape dress. It looks amazing against her tan skin. I roll my eyes at her comment, choosing to ignore it. “Just get knocked up. Your boobs and butt will grow in no time,” Daya quips, as she crosses the room behind Amy, flicking our younger sister’s sleek ponytail. Amy attempts to shoot Daya a glare but she can’t hold a serious face to save her life. “How are you feeling Daya? I can’t believe you’re due next month. We’re all going to be aunties!” Pearl shrieks excitedly. She looks effortlessly impeccable in a long, sleeveless, blush-colored dress with beaded embellishments. The length of her dress makes her seem even taller. I always find it amusing that our youngest sister is the tallest of all five of us. “Ugh. I’m ready to get back to training. I get tired j