Emma's POV
The next morning, I yawn and stretch, feeling the fatigue weighing heavy on my shoulders. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night, my mind consumed with thoughts of Ava. As I unconsciously step into the dining room, Charlotte runs towards me and hugs my legs.
My gaze shifts to the dining table, and I see Matthew sitting there, staring at me.
"Uh, I can eat in the mess." I hesitate, unsure if I should accept. Eating breakfast with the Alpha and his sister feels like a big deal, especially when it's Matthew.
But before I can decline, Charlotte insists, "Come on, Emma! We want you to join us."
Matthew doesn't object, instead pulling out a chair for me. "Sit down, Emma," he says, his tone calm and welcoming.
Feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity, I take a seat beside them, unsur
