Emma’s POV
I woke feeling completely normal, just like any other day.
Richard had already left for early patrol, but his side of the bed still held his warmth. I stretched, a small smile curving my lips at the pleasant ache between my thighs from the night before, and headed downstairs for coffee.
The kitchen was quiet, morning light filtering through the windows in soft golden beams.
I poured myself a mug, inhaling the rich aroma, and leaned against the counter to sip it slowly, feeling the usual comfort of a hot drink on a cool morning.
The door creaked open, and Torren stepped in, dipping his head in greeting. His enforcer gear was already on, boots polished, dagger at his hip.
“Luna,” he said, voice respectful as always. “Morning. The Alpha left early, but he asked me to let you
