88. Fake

Emmy’s pov

Isaac held my hand on the plane, and despite having little experience holding someone's hand, it calmed my nerves a bit.

I knew I would be scared walking back into the packhouse, but I didn’t realize how petrified I was until I was led down the corridor to my old room.

Did the staff give me this room on purpose, knowing it was my old room? Did they hate me this much?

I stood frozen, staring at my old door. The imprint where the alpha had pushed my head against the wooden door was still there.

It was impossible for me to move; the sounds around me were disappearing, and I was left with my memories.

I didn’t even realize I was moving until we passed a door with claw marks in the frame.

“Emmy?” Isaac’s faint voice said in the distance, but I was unable to register what was happening around me.

The alpha must be near here. He will get so angry if I wander through the packhouse. He hates it when I disobey him. I need to be an obedient and submissive mate. I need to be of service.