Emery's POV

It had been a whole week since Alpha Luciano threw me out of his room and his bed. I was angry, angry at myself for pushing the issue and getting kicked out of his life. Angry at him for disregarding all the time we'd spent together. Had I truly meant nothing to him?

But most of all, I was angry at her. Before she'd come here, everything had been perfect. Now, she seemed to be walking on sunshine, smiling every day while I was here sitting on pins and needles, anxiously waiting for Margaret to call my name.

The other women found it weird that she would be...