Chapter 31 CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
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 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 Emily a one sided hug. Emily smiled at her, standing up. She opened the door for them, helping Sheila with one of the bags.
Emily dropped the bag on the kitchen counter, pulling out its contents. She had written chocolate down for Roman, and right now she desperately wanted it.
Roman and Sheila laughed quietly as Emily munched on the chocolate bar, humming in contentment.
Roman had suggested they prepared spaghetti tonight, one of Emily’s favorites. Emily glanced at him briefly, before looking away.
She sat down on the kitchen stool, swinging her legs as she scrolled through her new phone. There wasn’t much to do on it, making Emily quickly bored with it.
She clenched her hands as Sheila laughter rang out. Sheila was leaning against Roman, her boobs pressed on his back as she tried to see what he was cooking.
Emily rubbed her arching chest, blinking her eyes at the growing pain. She lied, she couldn’t give up on Roman. He was hers, and no one else.
Chaira growled at the sight, spitting out profanities at Sheila.
Without thinking, Emily walks towards them, standing beside Roman as the three of them crowded the small space.
Roman turned towards her, a wide grin on his face, as if he could sense her jealousy. He shifted away from Sheila, leaving her to watch over the food while he took Emily’s hands walking her back to the stool.
“Sit down, he commands.”Emily blushes, doing as she was told.
Roman sat opposite her, her hands in his. He glances at her wrist, noting the bracelet she was putting on. He traces his fingers on it, before looking up at her.
Oh, Emily mutters, looking down at the bracelet she had found, with her name on it.
I don’t know, I just felt like wearing it.
“Do you like it?”Roman asked her, or you just want to feel closer to your past, by wearing something from it.
Emily looked up at him, her gaze conveying words she couldn’t speak out.
Roman simply smiled at her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. A subtle reminder, that he would always be by her side.
“What did Alpha Castor say about the woman in the picture?” “Was she his sister, or something?”He asked.
Emily sighed, before slowly relaying what Alpha Castor had told her, leaving out the part about the true Alpha. Later she would tell Roman about it, not because she doesn’t trust Sheila, but because she wasn’t ready for that fact to be known by people for now.
“You mean Camille was a rogue?”Sheila asked.
Yes, that's what Alpha Castor told me.
“Do you think the Kinsley brothers are still out there?” Emily asked, her voice ringing out through the silent room.
Possibly, Roman says. They probably might have integrated with other packs, or worse still leading packs of rogues. There have been rumors about an uprising.
That’s why Stefan had wanted to sign this alliance.
“Why can’t they simply join a pack?”Emily asked, confused with all this information.
“Do you know why we call them rogues?” Roman asked her, as Sheila set their plate of food in front of them, before taking her seat.
“No,” Emily says, digging into her food.
Take it easy, it’s still very hot, Roman cautions.
Anyways he says, they are called rogues because they believe werewolves are superior beings. They don’t believe in our living conditions, or with our many rules. They believe that we have forgotten our nature, choosing to live as humans.
They basically want to live in their wolf form, as wide animals without rules. They want to go back to the primitive times.
Emily stared at Roman, shocked at the fact that people would willingly choose to live like that.
“Where they all banished from their packs?”she asked, trying to understand why someone as powerful as Camille would be cast out from her pack.
“No,”some of them were born as rogues, with no choice to live differently. Some chose to go back to that nature. Roman says, before taking a big bite of his food.
“Dose are the ones you watch out for,” Sheila says, shaking her head.
“What about Luna Serena?”, Emily asks. “Does this mean she isn’t really mated to Alpha Castor?”
“It’s just like Stefan,” Sheila says, he chose to take her as another bride, so that the pack would have a Luna.
Emily nodded, deep in thought. “What is it?” Roman asked, noticing her mood.
It’s just Camille, Emily says. I didn’t have enough time to question Alpha Castor. There’s just so much I don’t know she says. “How did she die?”, “Is she really my mother?”
“Hey! Hey!” Roman says, taking her hands in his. One thing at a time, ok, why don’t you write down all you want to know, so that next time you see Alpha Castor, you can ask him.
Emily ran up to her room, getting a pen and paper before running back downstairs. She needed to write it all down before she forgets.
Together with Roman and Sheila, she wrote down every question she had. Who would have thought, that she would end up at the very pack where it all started.
So who is your father Sheila asked, glancing at Emily.
Emily sighed, before voicing out what she had been thinking. ““If Camille Kinsley turns out to be my mother, then Alpha Castor might be my father.””