“What do you mean Emma was not pregnant, Dylan? She showed me the results and it said it was positive.” I asked and stared at him intently, with narrowed eyes. It's just not possible that Emma would go through such lengths to deceive me. “There are two possibilities, Daniel. One, Emma was indeed pregnant for a lover outside the palace. And is that possible? No. Her Father knows her every step. He would kill her before she brought shame and dishonor to him.” Dylan replied. I folded my hands. “Go on.” and waved at him to continue. “Well, The second plausible option is to prove that she was not pregnant. Which I already found a proof of.” He continued and gave me an envelope he removed from his pocket. “What’s this?” I asked as I took it from him. “I found it suspicious that Emma didn’t go to her regular Gynaecologist, hired by the pack for her tests. Instead, she went to some other hospital. When I checked, that hospital is her family's hospital. The Gynaecologist there treated

“You need to go home now, Daniel. You have a dinner date appointment, you know.” I said as I looked at my watch.Daniel sighed and glared at me.“I’m doing all this because we need to catch her in the act. We need to find evidence, something we can present to the court, to the judge. And I strongly believe such evidence is in her room.” He grumbled. “Perfect. Let’s go home. You need to go get ready for your date.” I chuckled, making a gesture of arranging my imaginary bowtie, to which he responded by giving me the finger. We entered the car and drove back to the palace.“Daniel! Oh my, where have you been? I was looking all over for you.” Emma exclaimed, looking at me. She was rushing towards us from the side of the house. “Oh for Pete's sake, Emma. Stop confusing yourself. I am Dylan, he is Daniel. You have been married to him for four years, what the fuck?” It was getting annoying how she always mixed us up.She scratched her neck as color flooded her cheeks in embarrassment. I n

I watched as Daniel's expression shifted from relaxed to tense in an instant. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor of the restaurant. "I… I have to go," he stammered, his face pale."What's going on? Where are you going?" I asked, alarmed, but he was already moving, his eyes unfocused, like he was in a trance.He didn't even look back as he hurried out the door, leaving me sitting there in stunned silence. Anger started to bubble up inside me. How could he just leave like that, without any explanation? We were in the middle of a lovely evening, and now I was left alone, humiliated, with no idea what was happening.I sat there for a few more moments, hoping he would come back or at least text me an explanation. But as the minutes ticked by, my anger only grew. I grabbed my purse and headed outside, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement as I flagged down a taxi.The ride home was a blur of frustration and worry. I kept checking my phone, hoping for

I heard and I knew who it was before I even saw him. Alpha Leonard walked in with a calm and collected demeanor, as if he didn't have a care in the world. My eyes narrowed, my gaze piercing through him like a dagger."You!" I spat, my voice low and venomous, each word dripping with hatred. "You left me there to die. You abandoned me like a piece of trash!"He raised an eyebrow, his expression unyielding, his eyes cold as ice. "I did what was necessary, Emily. You are of no use to me, why should I save you?” He asked.“Then it must be a shame, right? That I am alive, and not dead like you hoped.” I smirked. “It's a pity you are alive. I wonder what my sons see in you.” He sneered, causing me to let out a loud scoff in disbelief. “You have the strength to scoff at me, I see. Hopefully, it won't be for long”"You said you did what was necessary?" I repeated, my anger boiling over like a pot about to overflow. "You call abandoning me necessary? I was stabbed, and you just walked away!

The presence of Dr. Reynolds, my dad’s best friend, brought a small flicker of hope to my otherwise dark and turbulent world. I hadn’t seen him in so long, but his familiar face and gentle demeanor were like a lifeline in the storm of my emotions."Emily," he said with a soft smile, taking a seat next to my hospital bed. "You’ve been through so much. How are you holding up?"I tried to muster a smile in return, but it felt really weak and forced. "I'm managing, Dr. Reynolds. It's been really hard, but seeing you here... it helps."He nodded, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "I wish I could do more. Your parents were like family to me. I promised them I'd always look out for you.""Thank you," I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat. "It means a lot to have you here."We chatted for a bit, reminiscing about the past and sharing small, comforting memories. It was nice to talk about something other than the fear and anxiety that had been consuming me. But I noticed his phone