The night was silent, nearly eerie. Cornelius was in the other room, probably sleeping so soundly. While Emily was wide awake, could not help but ponder.
What the hell was she even doing?
She had told herself a million times already that she should not get back with Lucas, or at least pretend not to love him back anymore. If she wanted to protect Cornelius from great imminent danger, staying away from Lucas's league was only the least sacrifice she could make. Although danger is already part of their life now, since a war would commence anytime from then.
However replaying those words in her mind, she still seemed to always come back to the Alpha. And she hated how Lucas could exclusively access a part of her she had intended to keep hidden.
She was hopeless and weak under his gaze.
