Emma's POV
I burst into the Alpha's office, my eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "You're talking about rejoining me to the Pack?" I demanded, my voice low and even, but laced with a hint of danger.
Surprise crossed his face, followed by a calculating gaze, as he took in my resolute stance. The air was electric with tension, heavy with unspoken questions and unresolved emotions.
"So, it's true," I said, my voice firm, yet laced with a hint of vulnerability. "You're considering letting me rejoin?" The Alpha's expression remained inscrutable, but I detected a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes, as if sizing me up, wondering what I would do next.
The Alpha, seated behind his desk, looked up at me with an unreadable expression. "Ah, Emma. Yes, I was just discussing that with one of my advisors."
"Explain," I growled, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.