Emily's POV
The grand doors of the packhouse shut behind me with a soft thud as I stepped inside, my golden six inches heels clicking against the marble floors. The boys had already disappeared down the west wing after receiving an urgent summons from Alpha Elijah, leaving me to my thoughts. My heart was still fluttering from the whirlwind evening—the extravagant dinner, the gifts, the boys' attention. It was overwhelming, but in the best way.
I still Could not get over the fact that I have a car. It was my highlight of the night. The boys really outdid themselves, they made me feel soft and loved and feminine.
“Enjoy it while it lasts, sister.” Lila said in a sing-somg tone. “It would all come crashing real soon.”
I smiled, clutching the bouquet of roses tightly as I ignored the demo
