Elara's POV
“What the f**k, Emma? Why are you so—”
Emma cut me off with a loud laugh, holding her chest like she couldn’t breathe. “You should have seen your face!” She doubled over, still giggling.
“Of course I don’t want to hear the nasty details of you and your cold Alpha on your wedding night. I was just messing with you.”
I stared at her for a second, heart still racing from the sudden panic. Then I forced out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of my neck. Something about the way she had asked earlier felt…off. Too eager. Too sharp. Like she was hunting for secrets. But I shook the feeling away. This was Emma. My best friend since we were kids. She was probably just being her usual nosy self.
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” I muttered, smiling despite myself.
Emma wiped a
