Faylen's Pov

　　"Are you alright, Fay?" she asks, concern evident in her voice as she moves towards me with slow, deliberate steps, each movement laden with the gentleness only Emma, a true leader, could possess.

　　"Yes, I just wanted to talk to you about the wolf packs coming tomorrow. Do you know if perhaps my old pack, well… will be there?" My words come out hesitant, almost a whisper, as if speaking too loudly could materialize Varian here in the meeting room.

　　I do not want to face Varian. I have been running from him for so long that it feels like I am still doing it.

　　Emma comes closer and gently strokes my arms in a comforting, reassuring manner. I still feel uneasy with touches on my body because of Varian, but I know Emma will not grab my arms and shake me like Varian did. Emma's touches are light, like a whisper of a breeze, yet they carry a silent strength.

　　"I honestly do not know, Fay. I asked Matthew not to include the name of the Blood Moon Pack in the summons. But since this escalated so quickly, and packs confirmed that were not even invited, there is a possibility your old pack might come," Emma replies, her voice filled with remorse and sadness, her sincere brown eyes seeking mine.

　　She continues to stroke my arm, trying to comfort me, but it does not help much. Anxiety pulses under my skin like an open wound.

　　"If you want, you can stay here. Jordan can go in your place if you prefer," she suggests, and I am surprised by her offer. The possibility of escaping this direct confrontation is tempting, but I also feel the weight of responsibility on my shoulders.

　　"But I am your beta, it is my duty to accompany you to events of this magnitude. If I do not go, they will think you are weak, that you do not know how to lead…" I argue nervously, speaking hastily. The thought of being seen as a weak link in Emma's leadership is unbearable to me.

　　Emma continues to stroke my arms, moving her fingers up to my shoulders and squeezing firmly but not enough to hurt me. Her eyes meet mine, filled with determination and affection.

　　"Faylen, your duty is to be well, to be safe. I am the alpha, I take care of you all. I protect you all, that is the role of an alpha. I do not care what others think about the Stonehaven Pack, I care about your safety. If you prefer to stay, I support that decision," Emma declares with a firm and serious voice. I feel my eyes fill with tears, each word a reminder of the love and protection I finally found after so long searching.

　　Emma pulls me into her arms, and I am blessed with a comforting, warm embrace. I feel my heart fill with peace and joy at Emma's declaration. Her touch is warm and secure, a barrier against all the shadows that threaten to engulf me every day.

　　"You are safe here with us, Faylen. I will never let anything happen to you, I promise," Emma declares softly in my ear. The sincerity in her words is a balm to my tormented soul.

　　"Thank you, Emma, thank you so much," I murmur with a voice full of sincerity, my words a whisper of gratitude, an echo of the peace I feel in her embrace. Emma's presence, the strength of her leadership, and the warmth of her friendship are the anchor that keeps me steady, even in the fiercest storms.

　　"Sit on my lap, Faylen, I want to smell your delicious scent now," Varian orders with a growl, his words cold and cruel, imbued with a chilling malice that makes my skin prickle. I feel a shiver run down my spine, as if ice itself is infiltrating my bones, and my feet seem stuck to the floor, heavy as lead.

　　Varian sits on his red leather throne in the pleasure room. The place is a grotesque display of decadence and oppression. The walls are covered with dark, heavy tapestries that muffle any sound, creating a suffocating atmosphere. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, their soft lights casting dancing shadows that seem to whisper dark and obscene secrets. The air is thick with the bittersweet smell of cheap perfume mixed with sweat, sex, and bodily fluids, a nauseating combination that clings to my skin and nostrils.

　　Other women are scattered around the room, all half-naked like me. Each of them wears an expression that ranges from despair to emptiness. None of them truly wants to be here. Varian is naked, save for a gold chain that stands out against his ghostly pale skin. His body is a disturbing contrast between physical beauty and the corruption of his soul. Meanwhile, I am forced to wear a sheer lace robe that serves no purpose other than Varian's pleasure. My body is compelled to obey Varian, my alpha. My body is forced to feel pleasure even when internally I do not want to, I was trained for this. I was molded for this.

　　A fake malicious smile spreads across my lips as I walk sensually in high stiletto heels toward my alpha Varian, each step tightening my heart with pulsing disgust. My mind creates a storm of repulsion and self-loathing. I am a warrior, but I am also Varian's whore. I kill for him and also orgasm for him. Whatever Varian demands, I am forced to do with a charming smile on my lips, even though every fiber of my being cries out for freedom.

　　As I approach, the aversion and disgust pulse within me like a furious drum. Varian's thin lips part and his fangs emerge. This does not scare me, yet my body, conditioned by years of abuse, trembles at the sight of his sharp teeth. Like a good she-wolf, I obey Varian's request and sit on his lap. His member is rigid and hard, ready to be used on any woman in this room, including me.