EMILY’S POV
Emily sat on the swinging chair in front of her pouch, a cup of hot lemon tea in her hands as she reminisced on the discussion she had with Alpha Castor.
She hasn’t told Roman or Sheila about her discovery.
She didn’t know why but a part of her wasn’t ready to voice out how twisted, her lineage was.
She glanced up as both Sheila and Roman walked towards the house, their hands filled with grocery bags.
Emily watched as they discussed, briefly wondering when the house she and Roman lived in became the designated spot for late night dinner.
Emily sighed, trying to bury the jealousy at the sight of the two of them.
Roman was another topic she wanted to avoid, for as long as she could.
She stretched out her legs, rubbing her arching back.
Hey…, Sheila greeted, giving E
