EMORY'S POV
The following days passed in a haze of dread and unease. Each morning, I joined Dad in the garden to spend time with him before heading to school. The morning sun seemed to cast an almost unforgiving light on his frail figure as he weakly gripped the armrest of his wheelchair.
Each day, I fought back the tears that threatened to spill as I watched the once vibrant and commanding Alpha fade into this fragile state. Yet, despite everything, he always managed to summon a smile for me.
There was another battle I faced every day—Sylvie’s relentless disdain, a shadow that seemed determined to darken my every step. In front of Geller or others, she wrapped her venom in sweetly barbed comments, each word carefully aimed to hit its mark. If I dared to react, she’d twist the narrative
