Chapter 107

Zevara’s POV

As I walked through the pack house, thousands of eyes bored into mine. Some in awe of how much I had changed. Some shocked to see me back here and a few still stared at me with disgust—like the same smelly Omega daughter of the infamous pack whore.

Whispers and murmurs swirled around but I didn’t even act like I heard them. I just walked, head raised, shoulders high and my steps were confident.

When I reached the entrance of our apartment,I made the cross sign and knocked gently on the door. No response. I knocked again—harder this time.

“Who the hell is that?” Emily’s voice came from inside, filled with irritation as usual. “Get the fuck in if you want.”

This wasn’t a good sign. I don’t think she has changed at all.

I twisted the doorknob open and stepped in. Just by the entrance, there were empty bottles of alcohol and shs littered everywhere. I moved further in and there were plates of leftover foods, dirty clothes, cobwebs