Aurora’s POVSomeone cleared his throat loudly and just like that, the moment was gone. I awkwardly cut the ribbon with Emily and smiled. After that, everyone applauded and moved on with the mini-ceremony. I was still left feeling unsettled from my encounter with the woman. Why had she called me a healer?I looked at my dad trying to gauge his expression. His face gave nothing away. I was glad the ceremony was over, people were now going into the clinic to look around. Clinics or Hospitals were sort of a rarity in our world since adult werewolves rarely ever got sick; I’m sure the clinic would mainly serve children, teens, and expectant mothers. While young pups are growing, the occasional accident can’t be completely avoided and because they don’t have their wolf yet, healing time is much slower. In every Pack, there was a healer who helped the young ones when they were wounded. From what I’ve heard and seen, healing powers are hereditary and are usually restricted to a particular

A few weeks later…Emily Stanford looked across the table at her adoptive father and ‘sister’. They played the role of the perfect happy family well. One could say she and her father had been a happy family until this imposter, Aurora, had come and changed their dynamics. In the few weeks she had been here, she had already made herself a permanent fixture in their lives. Everyone now referred to her as the Alpha’s daughter while she was simply ‘Emily’ She clucked her tongue at the thought, that didn’t sit well with her one bit. All her dreams of one day becoming the ruler of this Pack were now shattered. She’d be damned if she relinquished her position easily to this little usurper. Blood daughter or not, she had been the one by the old man’s side all these years. Her real parents had been taken away from her at such a young age, it had been a miracle that the Alpha had taken pity on her and even loved her like his own. She was grateful for that but she had also given her life up f

Aurora’s POV“No…no…no. This is crazy!” I say, snapping out of whatever spell I'd been under. “I can’t marry you, Michael”“Why not?” Michael said, still on his knees. He looked very surprised. “Michael, please stand up. I can’t do this. Please stop this…” I said. Michael reluctantly got up and pocketed the little box. “Why are you doing this Aurora? Is this some form of payback for what I did to you?” Gone were any traces of emotion in his voice. My heart hardened as I remembered my humiliation and pain. “As much as I would love to get back at you, that’s not what this is about. This doesn’t….it just doesn’t feel right!”“It feels very right to me. I traveled such a long distance to get to you of course it feels right. But I’ll respect your decision for now, that doesn’t mean I won’t try to convince you every time I’m here,” Michael says. I was suddenly feeling genuinely sorry for Michael, he seemed so sincere that my determination almost waivered. Was I throwing away my chance

The day before….Emily straightened her dress for the umpteenth time as she stood next to her father and a few high-ranked members outside the Pack House. It was early in the morning and even though she hated having to be at the Pack House early, the situation warranted her punctuality. The highest-ranking wolf, Alpha Klaus, was paying their small pack a visit!She hardly believed her ears when her father had informed her that Alpha Klaus was visiting in person. The reason for his visit wasn’t totally clear, he had simply said he needed to have a conversation with her father regarding business matters. Father had been tense while relaying the news to her, Alpha Klaus was known to be ruthless in his dealings. It was very possible that his visit could mean they were in trouble of some sort. Yet, She couldn’t help being excited about meeting the infamous wolf. Father clenched and unclenched his fist next to her, he was doing a poor job of hiding his anxiety. Quite pathetic!Finally, a

Aurora’s POVI moped around in my room for most of the morning. I told myself I wasn’t hiding from Klaus, I was only taking time to think about what to do. This whole thing was giving me a major headache. What kind of crazy coincidence was it that he had appeared in my home? Now of all times? I couldn’t figure out what his intentions were and who knew how he might react to news of my pregnancy? We had barely even had a full conversation, I didn’t even know the man at all. Would the right thing be to hide it from him? How was I supposed to raise a child with a stranger, assuming he wanted it too? Or would I be better off alone? Unmated mothers were frowned upon in our world, it was nothing short of an abomination. My mom had married my stepfather just to avoid the stigma that would have followed. Speaking of my mom, I hadn’t even told her yet. I knew she would be disappointed yet she would support me. But I didn’t want to disrupt her new life just yet, she would probably cut her tri