Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 83 The Help of a Good Friend

"Oh, Dolly." Emily was almost in tears. She couldn’t believe she was meeting Dolly here. "Why are you here?"

"I saw the news online about your trip to the South, so I wanted to come and meet you. Look, this is the lemon pie that Mrs. Bauer made for you." Dolly said as she took the bag-wrapped lemon pie out of her gray backpack and handed it to Emily. She looked embarrassed. "I don’t know if this lemon pie is still edible. It took me nearly a day to get from my place to the capital. Maybe the lemon pie has gone bad."

Emily opened the bag and sniffed the lemon pie inside. The familiar scent reminded her of the kind Mrs. Bauer, and she asked Dolly, "Are Mrs. Bauer and the rest of the village all right?"

"Yes, everyone’s fine." Dolly looked at Emily, her eyes showing concern for her friend. "I’ve been worried about you since your father’s men took you away. I tried to reach out to you, but no one knew where you were. It was only when the news of your marriage to Alpha from the North went online that we learned you had left for the North. Oh, Emily, I miss you so much."

"Me too." Emily said, and hugged Dolly again.

Klaus watched Emily and Dolly hugging each other as they walked down the street, his eyes full of suspicion, clearly unable to understand the bond between the girls. He cleared his throat twice and politely reminded them, "Hi, ladies. Can you go back to the hotel and hug again? After all, this is a public street."

"Yes, Dolly, let’s go back to the hotel." Emily excitedly took Dolly’s hand and said, "You know what? I have a lot to tell you."

The two young women walked ahead alone. Klaus reluctantly followed behind. He looked at the intimacy between Emily and Dolly, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes. He couldn’t help but mutter, "Great, I’m seriously out of place here."

Soon, they returned to their hotel room, and Dolly looked at the lavishly decorated suite and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Emily, the place where you live is like a palace."

"This is the room that the Southern royal family arranged for me." Emily pulled a bottle of sparkling water out of the fridge and handed it to Dolly. "Have some water."

"Emily, tell me, what really happened when you were taken away by your father’s men?" Dolly sat on the couch. She didn’t open the bottle of sparkling water but asked with concern, "Why did you go to the North to get married?"

"It’s a long story." Emily sighed and briefly recounted her abduction to the North.

"Damn Katherine!" Dolly exclaimed, setting the bottle of sparkling water down on the coffee table with a resounding thud.

"How could she do this to you?" Dolly’s eyes blazed with anger. "That wicked woman, daring to falsely accuse you of murder, just to make her daughter a princess! She’s insane!"

"Now that I have evidence that Katherine poisoned my mother, I need to file a petition with the Court of Congress. But the problem is, I haven’t found fifty people to support me and sign the petition." Emily explained her current predicament.

"You need the signatures of fifty people?" Dolly’s eyes lit up, and she excitedly said to Emily, "I can get everyone in the village to help you. I’m sure they’ll support you in suing your stepmother."

"That’s right, I didn’t think of it." At Dolly’s reminder, Emily remembered that she could go to her friends in the country and help sign the lawsuit.

"I’ll take care of that," Dolly volunteered. "I’ll go back to the country tomorrow, no, I’ll go back tonight."

"It’s too late," Emily glanced at the clock on the wall. "In two hours, it’ll be nearly midnight. You stay here tonight and come back tomorrow."

"No, if it’s too late tomorrow," Dolly said firmly. "I need to help you get the signatures of fifty people, and I’ll return the packet now."

"But it’s not safe for you to go back alone," Emily glanced at Klaus, who was standing nearby, and she gave him a pleading look.

"Oh, you remember me now, lover?" Klaus folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the table. He had been listening to them, but hadn’t said a word yet.

"I can have Marx escort Miss Dolly back to the pack," Klaus said. "Is that okay?"

"Thank you."

Klaus called for Marx, who appeared in the room a few minutes later. Klaus assigned Marx the task of escorting Dolly back to the pack and instructed him to keep Dolly safe.

Marx nodded, looked at Dolly, and said, "Can we go now?"

"Emily, trust me, I’ll be back," Dolly packed the printed petition into her backpack, said goodbye to Emily, and left with Marx.

Emily felt empty when Dolly left. She had just seen her best friend, but she was leaving in a hurry.

It was Dolly who stood up for her when Emily thought her father’s men had taken her by force. Dolly had also been wounded by one of her father’s guards. Now Dolly was working on Emily’s lawsuit against Katherine again. Dolly’s devotion to Emily touched her and made her feel a little ashamed.

I’ll have to make it up to Dolly, thought Emily to herself.

"What are you thinking, lover?" After finishing his shower, Klaus walked up to Emily, who was wearing only a top, and took her in his arms.

As he leaned down and kissed her cheek, water from his hair accidentally dripped onto her neck.

"I’m worried about Dolly," Emily’s eyes showed a hint of concern.

"Marx will protect her," Klaus’s kiss moved to Emily’s delicate collarbone. "I think you’re too tense. You need to relax properly."

"Klaus, I’m not in the mood today," Emily’s mind was consumed by the lawsuit, and she wasn’t at all interested in sexual desires.

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"Hey, how about I help you relax?" Klaus’s voice was low and soothing. "A massage, perhaps?"

"Just a massage?" Emily asked, her tone hesitant.

"Yes, just a massage." Klaus scooped Emily up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.

After a few moments, Emily let out a moan from the bedroom, her eyes half-closed, her hands gripping the pillow tightly. "Klaus, is this what you call a massage?"

"Enjoy, my Queen." Klaus’s head was buried between Emily’s legs, his mouth working diligently on the most sensitive spot.

The groans soon escalated into screams, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over her like a heatwave.