My father and mother look at me with fear and shock, and it fills me with pride. I am no longer the helpless little girl they raised and tried to manipulate. The sunny environment around us is starting to feel heavy, not because of the heat but due to the tension between me and my parents. The sunlight above our heads casts dancing shadows on the ground, with my shadow almost devouring those of my parents.

　　"You're a badass alpha, Emma," Accalia declares with excitement, her voice booming like thunder, loud, clear, and strong. A shiver of satisfaction runs down my spine.

　　Robert, my father, tries to argue something, but Matthew intervenes. His gaze is firm, unshakable, like a mountain in the face of a storm. My fiancé, my alpha. My love, Matthew Anderson, my mate.

　　"You'd better leave. Stonehaven Pack is allied with my wolf pack, and you know very well what happened in the last battle when your daughter commanded her army. You wouldn't want her to do that now, here, with you," Matthew orders with a firm voice and bared teeth, a clear and sharp warning like a dagger.

　　"This won't stand, Emma. You can be sure of that!" Robert responds with a trembling voice, and I don't believe his threats. His defeated posture is almost pathetic, and I can see the fear shining in my father's eyes. This creates a stark contrast to the arrogance Robert always displayed, but I couldn't see it until now.

　　Robert and Meg stagger to the car doors and get into the vehicle. I watch with a serious and determined expression, the weight of my alpha position etched into every fiber of my being. Keeping my alpha spirit active, I even feel my claws and fangs as I watch my father and mother drive away. Once the car is out of sight, I breathe a sigh of relief, the fresh air filling my lungs and gradually dispelling the tension.

　　Matthew pulls me into his arms, hugging me tightly. I rest my head on his shoulder and allow my whole body to relax; his scent is delicious, and hearing my fiancé's heartbeat is the best melody I can have right now. Everything else—the sound of people talking in the backyard, the music, the crackling of the grill—fades away, and I can only hear and feel Matthew's heartbeat.

　　"I am so proud of you, Emma," Matthew whispers in my ear, planting a tender kiss on my cheek. His words are like a balm, dispelling any lingering doubts I might have now.

　　I tighten my arms around him even more, pulling his body closer to mine. My heart fills with joy at hearing that.

　　"I love you so much, Matthew. More than you could ever imagine," I declare, lifting my head and looking into his beautiful green eyes.

　　My fiancé's hands move to my face, holding it firmly but gently. He caresses my cheek with his thumb, sending a light shiver through my body. His touch is both comforting and exciting.

　　"Emma, I love you. I love your strength, your kind heart, your leadership. You are the perfect woman, the perfect mate," Matthew announces sweetly before his lips meet mine.

　　Matthew's kiss always causes butterflies in my stomach, and my heart always yearns for him. His hands move from my face to my shoulders, while mine continue to hug his waist. The kiss is gentle, his tongue invades my mouth, and they entwine with each other. I feel a warmth spread through my body as our lips explore each other.

　　Instinctively, I scratch Matthew's back, and a low growl escapes his lips before he bites my lower lip, causing a growing excitement between my legs.

　　When we pull back a few centimeters to look at each other, there is a red fire of desire in Matthew's eyes, which I am sure reflects in mine too.

　　The sun overhead heats the warmth I am feeling, and I feel my nipples harden with the arousal building inside me.

　　There is no need for many words between my fiancé and me. He gently lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist while he eagerly kisses my neck.

　　"They won't miss us," Matthew declares with a muffled voice against my neck, his words only arousing me even more to have sex with him right there in front of the house.

　　The world around us begins to fade away as Matthew carries me inside the house, leaving only the two of us in my main house. The walls, painted and now filled with photographs of my wolf pack, wrap us in a cocoon of intimacy and desire.

　　"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you here and now, Emma!" Matthew growls at me as we reach the bedroom. His eyes burn with a lustful fire that reflects my own desire.