She's Mine Now

Emily's laugh was a low, annoying sound, and her eyes glinted with malice as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Spare me the unnecessary sermon, Esme," she said. "You're one to talk about love, aren't you? After all, you're about to marry the king, not out of love, but out of obligation. And once you do, that pristine dress of yours won't be the only thing that gets sullied."

Moving closer, she helped Esme adjust her sleeves, her touch cold and detached. "Just as Alpha Dahmer so astutely pointed out earlier, you were born to be a pawn, a tool to be used and discarded at whim. And…. it seems that fate is already unfolding as predicted." Emily's smile was a cruel, triumphant thing after that, and she turned to exit the chamber, leaving Esme more broken than she previously was.