Chapter 102

Emily

I could not bring myself to get dressed for my court date with Dorothy. She had submitted the video evidence into the case, and it turned from the question of my inheritance to a murder trial against my father. I suppose, though, that I do not consider him to be my father anymore, but more of a man who has broken my heart repeatedly throughout the years.

I forced myself to go to the office instead, making myself at home behind my wooden desk with a familiar mug of tea, just off to the side. I visit myself with wedding planning, calling caterers as well as flower vendors to confirm the garlands that Logan and I want for our special day. Every now and then, my eyes move back to my phone, hoping to see a notification that things have worked out in my favor, that my baby cousin Derek will be avenged for his untimely death.

It keeps me distracted, constantly pulling me away from the tasks at hand. Instead of being able to focus on wedding planning, I enforced to stare at the dark screen of my phone, waiting for a sign that everything is going to be okay.

I can't help but wonder what the media is like. If they are trying to force their way into the courtroom like they did all of the other times. They are part of the reason why I did not go to the court today, not wanting to see the familiar flashes of light as well as their invasive questions into my personal life.

The media can be so cruel sometimes. Somebody got a hold of the video that showed me pushing Derek off of the slide and tried to make it seem as if I was the one who killed him instead of my father. Logan's pack was forced to send the journalist, a synthesist, silencing them, which only made the media turn against me more.

All I can do now is sit here with the Hope that after today, the media and paparazzi can understand why there defaming statements and claims have hurt me as well as my future husband, the hopeful future Alpha King of this country.

My phone vibrates on the table. My body goes rigid, unable to move, my breath hitching in the back of my throat as I stare at the device. Dorothy's name is plastered across the screen, another message coming in as fast as her first one. I lean over my desk and stare at the message on the screen, a flood of warmth overtaking my senses.

Dorothy: The video was proven to be forged in court thanks to your friend’s new evidence.

Dorothy: We were able to indict your father on the charge of murder. I have handed all of the evidence to the District Attorney’s Office.

Dorothy: All we can do now is sit back and hope that justice will be served for your cousin, Derek.

I let out a quiet sigh and allow my body to relax into my chair. I close my eyes and cover my face with my hands, a small smile spreading across my face, but it is quickly killed when I hear a pair of footsteps exit from Logan's office.

Reid exit the room, a look of anger across his face. From behind him, I can see Logan leaning against his desk, a look of disappointment in his face. His brother quickly walks down the aisle, his eyes focused on my desk before he exits through the doors.

My eyes turn to look at the wedding planning. It is the beginning of Logan and I’s life together, the first stepping stone into the rest of our lives. A slight sense of dread overtakes my body, a slight shudder.

I simply do not know how his family will accept a wolf like me. Somebody who whose wolf is asleep and dormant. They are taking a major risk by allowing their son to marry me, especially since if I am to get pregnant — which I am not planning on due to our contract with one another — that their heir is likely to have a dormant wolf as well.

It worries me to think that my future child, if I have one that is, could end up ostracized like I have been so far. I can only hope that their father, the man I have grown to love over the months, will be there to protect them every step of the way like he has with me.

“Emily,” Logan calls from his office.

My head perks up for my desk. I stand and slowly enter his office, closing the door behind me to allow us some privacy with one another. Logan stands in front of his desk, holding papers in his hands.

“What's that?” I point to the papers he's holding.

“Dorothy just sent this over from her office,” he placed the papers onto the desk behind him before turning his full attention to me. Our eyes meet and I feel like I am finally about to hear some good news. "Your family has officially handed over your mother's inheritance as well as compensation for lawyer fees and any kind of financial hardship that the case has brought onto you…not that you needed it, of course.”

An overwhelming sense of happiness and joy crashes throughout my body. A smile blossoms across my face, my nerves feeling jittery and excited. I slowly crossed the distance between us and wrap my arms around his neck, standing up on my toes to plant a kiss onto his lips.

The kiss is sweet, my happy chuckles infectious as he keeps me pressed against him. He dipped me back, gasping against his lips, before he brings me back up, pulling away from my face. Logan gently brushes my hair out of my face until to head to the side, look of pride and content wrapped around his face.

“You did it,” Logan speaks in a warm tone. I can’t help but smile and let out another chuckle, my hands pressed against his chest.

“No, Logan, we did it. I never would have been able to get through this on my own…it is because of you that I finally got what my mother and grandfather wanted me to have,” my happiness is prominent in my voice, taking over my body in one fell swoop.

Logan leans in and kisses me again. It is gentle and sweet, filled with the happiness and pride that he feels in this moment. It is infectious, making me smile even more than I have before.

Things are finally beginning to fall into place. It feels as if I am able to breathe again, ready to embark on this next step in my life with him at my side. I feel invincible, ready to take on the world.

With Logan at my side, I know that I will be okay. I know that I am safe and do not need to worry about being kicked out or used or abused. With him, I know that everything will be okay and that I do not need to worry about my old family and the tricks that they have up their sleeve.

Now, we can live our lives in peace. Well, as much peace as we can. With the wedding and the upcoming Alpha King election, who knows what is to come.