Emily's POV
If there was one thing I had learned in my life, it was that nothing ever went according to plan. And yet, here I was, standing in the middle of the pack house's grand hall, surrounded by swatches of fabric, cake samples, and a wedding planner who seemed to think I had the patience of a saint.
Spoiler alert, I didn't!
Alpha Elijah has chosen to avoid me and his sons like a plague and to be honest, I understood why he needed time, I just hoped it wouldn't stretch towards the next three weeks.
The pack house has been quiet since Luna Celeste’s exile. Not quiet in a sad way but in a peaceful and tranquil way.
So far, I have taken over the roles of Luna Celeste that kept the Pack house running, I have made the Slave Quarters a safer space, reduced their work hours and intro
