Emily's POV
I walked into the private wing of Northridge Medical Center. My heels clicked against the floor as I headed to the executive suite at the end of the hall. The nurses nodded respectfully as I passed. They knew better than to stop Alpha Liam's daughter.
I placed a modest bouquet of white lilies on the bedside table, their scent mingling with the antiseptic smell of the room.
My father lay there.
Once the most feared Alpha of the Rogue faction, now he was just a shell. Tubes ran from his nose and arms. The steady beep of machines was the only sign he was still alive. He'd had a sudden illness last year and was rushed to the hospital, but he never recovered.
Nova stirred restlessly within me. "He deserves worse than this."
