Chapter 127 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT

EMILY’S POV

I gasped out, jerking up. I could still feel the panic building up in my chest.

“What is it?” Roman asked beside me, turning on the bedside lamp.

“My father. Alpha Castor, He is dead." I whisper, allowing the tears run down my face.

And as if to confirm my fears, that my dream had be...