Alpha Greogry had already given up hope of ever finding a mate until........... Emma wandered around with no pack after running away from her abusive father but what happens when Emma finds her mate and he happens to be the Alpha of one of the most ruthless pack
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"Alpha, there seems to be a breach," Beta Tobias announced, barging into Alpha Gregory's office, his face etched with concern. The heavy oak door slammed against the wall, sending a reverberating thud through the room. Gregory didn't look up from his paperwork, his brow furrowing as he continued to write. "How serious is the threat?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with an unmistakable authority. The flicker of a candlelight illuminated his chiseled features, highlighting the tension in his jaw. "It's an omega, Alpha." Tobias's voice carried a trace of frustration, as if the words alone should have been enough to convey the gravity of the situation. "An omega?" Gregory says, finally looking up, his eyes meeting Tobiasâs with a mix of disbelief and irritation. "Are you telling me that you, my Beta, can't handle a simple omega?" He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. Tobias had been his closest friend since childhood, someone who understood the nuances of his temper and still stood by him. "No, Alpha," Tobias replied, trying to keep his tone steady. "But this omega has crossed the border and might be hiding somewhere within the pack's territory. Its scent is elusive, and the Beta warriors are struggling to identify it. We have no clue about its intentions, which is why I came directly to you." Gregoryâs eyes narrowed into slits. "So, you're telling me the rogue is already within the pack, and Iâm just hearing about it now?" Tobias took a deep breath. "Iâve been trying to mind-link you, but you shut us all out. We need your help to handle this situation." Gregory exhaled sharply, his temper barely restrained. "Alright. Iâll mind-link the entire pack to assemble at the pack house, particularly the women and children. I'll take on the task of searching for this rogue myself. Tobias, I want you to guard the pack house gate. No one leaves until we locate this intruder. Is that understood?" "Yes, Alpha. I will make sure of it," Tobias replied, nodding firmly before turning on his heel and heading out of the office. Gregory knew he could be harsh, but he trusted Tobias more than anyone. His friendâs loyalty and ability to endure his outbursts were unmatched. Once Tobias left, Gregory closed his eyes to center himself, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. When he opened them again, his deep gold-brown eyes had shifted to a fierce, glowing red. He walked to the window, the chill of the night air brushing against his face as he let out three powerful howls. The sounds echoed through the forest, a call to all pack members to gather at the pack house immediately. With the signal sent, Gregory strode purposefully out of his office, down the grand staircase, and outside towards the pack members who had already begun to assemble. "Alpha," they greeted him in unison, their voices tinged with a mixture of respect and concern. He acknowledged them with a curt nod, his gaze scanning their faces. "Are you heading out now, Alpha?" Tobias asked, stepping forward with a concerned expression. Gregory nodded in response. "Yes." "Please, take care of yourself. The pack relies on you," Tobias said earnestly, placing a hand on Gregoryâs shoulder. Gregory met Tobiasâs gaze, a rare smile crossing his face. He returned the gesture with a reassuring pat on the back. "I will, Tobias. Keep the pack safe. Iâll deal with this intruder." With a final nod, Gregory dashed out of the gate, shifting seamlessly into a powerful brown wolf. The transformation was swift and smooth, his muscles rippling beneath his fur. As he ran, the night air was filled with the sounds of the pack members hurrying to the pack house. A few tried to halt him, but he ignored their calls, knowing he would make amends once the rogue was dealt with. Upon reaching the pack border, Gregoryâs heightened senses were overwhelmed by a strange and intoxicating blend of floral and strawberry scents. The aroma was both alluring and unsettling, invoking a deep, unfamiliar longing within him. "Alpha, weâve pinpointed the area where the intruder might be hiding," one of the pack warriors said, breaking into his thoughts. Gregory's ears perked up, focusing on the warriorâs words. "Lead the way. I need to resolve this swiftly." His mind raced with questions. What kind of omega would dare to trespass on his land? He was determined to show this intruder why his pack was the most feared in the region. "This is the location, Alpha," Eve, the leader of the pack warriors, said, gesturing towards an old, dilapidated cottage nestled in the trees. The structure seemed to blend into the night, its windows darkened and walls covered in creeping ivy. "With your permission, we will proceed." "No, Eve. I will handle this personally," Gregory said, stepping forward and shifting back into his human form. He stood naked in the moonlight, his muscular frame illuminated by the soft glow. It was a common sight for the warriors, who were accustomed to seeing their Alpha in this state. "Alpha you shouldn't..." Eve began, trying to interject, but Gregory cut her off with a low, menacing growl. "Are you questioning my authority, Eve? You know better than to try and stop me," he growled in his Alpha voice, causing all pack members, including Eve, to drop to the floor in submission. The intensity of his voice echoed through the clearing, reinforcing his dominance. "I'm sorry, Alpha. That was not my intention," Eve said, her voice trembling as she lowered her head in respect. Ignoring her, Gregoryâs attention was fixed on the cottage entrance, where the intoxicating scent was strongest. It had stirred emotions in him that he had never experienced in his twenty-two years as Alpha. His determination to find the rogue was fueled by an unsettling combination of curiosity and frustration. He pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside. The scent of flowers and strawberries, mingled with an undercurrent of fear, nearly overwhelmed him. The interior was shrouded in darkness, with dust motes dancing in the faint moonlight that filtered through the grimy windows. "Whoever you are, step out now and accept mercy," Gregoryâs voice resonated through the room, laced with a dangerous edge. "If I have to find you myself, I will not hesitate to tear you apart." As he moved through the cottage, the scent grew stronger, leading him to a door at the back. He stopped and issued a final warning. "Come out now, or face the consequences." The intruder remained hidden, and Gregoryâs patience finally snapped. With a powerful kick, he burst open the door and stepped into a cluttered room. His eyes swept the room, taking in the scattered furniture and the thick layer of dust that coated everything. He approached the wardrobe, his anger boiling over. With a swift motion, he yanked the doors open, revealing a figure huddled inside. The pale skin of the omega stood out starkly against the darkness. The sight of the omegaâs deep blue eyes, wide with fear, sent a jolt through Gregory. And his wolf growled in recognition. "Mate," it howled as Gregory sank to his knees, overwhelmed by a wave of unexpected emotions.Emma sat in the sitting room, lost in thought. The weight of the packâs problems and her own grief bore down on her like a suffocating blanket. Her swollen eyes told the story of endless nights spent crying. No matter how much Luna Essa tried to console her, Emma remained inconsolable. She had become a shadow of her former selfâemotional, fragile, and prone to tears at the smallest provocation. Though she tried to appear composed in front of the pack, as soon as she stepped inside her chambers, her façade crumbled. Her tears flowed freely, soaking the pillows, as she clutched Gregoryâs belongings. The faint scent of him that once brought her comfort had long since faded, leaving her feeling hollow and alone. Today was no different. She sat on the couch, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress, her thoughts far away. Luna Essa had taken the children upstairs to let Emma have a moment to herself, though Emma knew that even the sight of her children brought bot
Gregory remained still as his eyes caught the glint of a broken glass shard lying on the floor a few feet away. His heart thudded, not just from the pain in his chest but from the flicker of hope that sparked within him. He glanced around the dimly lit room. The bloodstains on the floor and walls were dried, and there was no other tool or weapon in sight. Focusing on the shard, Gregory pulled himself back until his legs could swing forward. The jagged stones on the floor dug into his bare skin, but he gritted his teeth. âJust one more push,â he muttered to himself. He swung his leg again, ignoring the pain, and managed to nudge the shard closer to him. âCome on,â he whispered, stretching his leg as far as he could. His toes finally grasped the shard, and he carefully lifted it towards his hand. The rope binding his wrists was slightly elastic, but the effort of stretching it was excruciating. Gregory winced as he stretched his arm enough to grab the shard from his toes.
Gregoryâs eyes fluttered open, his lashes heavy with dried blood. His head throbbed, the sharp sting of a recent wound pulsing through his skull. The air was cold, damp, and carried a nauseating mix of mildew and copper. Blinking against the dim light of the room, he tried to lift his hands, only to feel the searing pull of restraints biting into his wrists. He shifted, wincing as the rough ropes chafed his skin. His arms were stretched wide, tied to wooden beams on opposite sides of the room. His legs, though free, were heavy with exhaustion, his boots scraping uselessly against the dirt floor. âWhat the hellâŠâ Gregoryâs voice was hoarse, each syllable clawing its way out of his dry throat. His gaze dropped to his chest. The once-crisp white shirt he had worn was now stained with blood, the dark patches spreading like grotesque flowers. His breaths came shallow and fast as he tugged at his restraints again, harder this time. The ropes didnât budge. From the corner o
Four months had passed since that chaotic battle, and though the world had resumed its rhythm, Emma felt an unsettling void in her heart. Gregory and Alpha Evan were still missing, leaving a gaping chasm in her life that she struggled to fill. Yet, even in her sorrow, she had to stand strong for her children. Soon, the triplets would be celebrating their first birthday, a milestone that demanded her attention and energy. With five months of pregnancy showing, Emma moved about the kitchen, her body weary but her spirit determined. She was preparing warm milk for her nine-month-old tripletsâDarren, Derek, and Delilahâwho had recently grown fussy with the breastfeeding routine. She sighed, glancing at the clock on the wall. It felt like every tick echoed the emptiness she felt without Gregory. As she warmed the milk, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She paused, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, willing the discomfort to subside. âJust breathe,â she whisper
The night was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and chaos as Emma pressed her palms against the cold glass of the window. Her breath came in short gasps, each inhale laced with the unmistakable smell of burning wood and the faint cries of distant voices. She turned to Luna Essa, who was crouched beside her, both of them hidden away in the dim light of the underground room Luna Essa had secured for them in the park house. The shadows danced on the walls, flickering ominously with the glow of the fires raging outside. âEmma,â Lunaessa whispered, her voice trembling slightly. âWe have to stay quiet. They canât find us here.â But Emma couldnât tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding beyond the window. The night sky flickered with the bright flashes of flames consuming their world. The once-peaceful neighborhood, filled with laughter and life, now lay in ruins, the homes of their friends and families reduced to mere shells engulfed in flames. Suddenly, a sharp pain pie
The night was thick with tension, shadows dancing among the trees as a cold wind whispered through the clearing. Alpha Evan stood at the edge of the pack territory, a grim smile curling on his lips. The moonlight gleamed off the knives strapped to his belt, reflecting his cunning intentions. He was not just another rogue; he was a man consumed by a singular obsession: reclaiming his daughter, Emma. Around him, a motley crew of rogues gathered, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. These were men and women who had wandered far from the path of civility, drawn together by the promise of chaos. Alpa Evan had no trouble rallying them. He had promised them power, freedom, and bloodâespecially blood. âListen up!â Alpha Evan barked, his voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade. âTonight, we take back whatâs ours. Gregoryâs pack has something I want, and I will not rest until I have it.â The rogues shifted, anticipation crackling in the air. They had heard
Gregory and Emma were enjoying a light-hearted moment, laughter filling the room as he tickled her sides, playfully dodging her swats as she gasped between breaths, trying to escape his grip. Suddenly, Emmaâs face shifted from joy to discomfort. She wriggled away from him and quickly stood, holding her stomach. âEmma?â Gregoryâs voice was filled with concern as he reached for her hand, but she was already moving toward the bedroom door. âAre you okay?â he asked, his tone gentle but worried. But before she could respond, Emma covered her mouth, barely making it to the other side of the door before she doubled over, her stomach rebelling as she vomited. Gregory followed close behind, unbothered by the mess. He stepped over it and knelt beside her, placing a steady hand on her back as she heaved again. âEmma, talk to me,â he said softly, brushing a few strands of hair from her face as she wiped her mouth. âAre you feeling sick? Is it something you ate?â Emma shook her head, at a
The air buzzed with anticipation as packs from across the territory gathered in Greogry's territory for the annual ceremony, a long-awaited event where Alphas, Betas, and even some Omegas came together, all in search of their destined mates. Rows of people lined the wide grounds, laughter and low chatter weaving through the crowd as each wolf hoped this would be the year they'd finally sense that one special scent. Daniel and Tobias had been walking side by side, occasionally nudging each other and exchanging banter, though Tobiasâs eyes flitted across the crowd every so often. He was searching as much as anyone, even if he didnât like to admit it. Daniel, however, seemed more relaxed, eyes bright as he took in the sights and sounds around them. Suddenly, Daniel stopped in his tracks, a faint but unmistakable scent filling his senses. His expression turned intense, and Tobias noticed immediately, halting beside him with a concerned look. âDaniel? Whatâs wrong?â Tobiasâs voi
The moon was barely a sliver in the sky as Miranda paced back and forth in the dim clearing, her heart pounding. The chilling forest air had her shivering, but the cold wasnât what troubled herâit was the anticipation, the uncertainty. She had been waiting far too long already, and the silence of the forest only added to her impatience.She hugged herself, glancing around nervously. Just then, she heard a rustling in the shadows. She snapped her head around, and Alpha Evan stepped out, his movements sleek and commanding. His eyes glinted with an edge of mischief and malice, and his presence immediately made the air feel heavier, darker.Mirandaâs lips curled into a forced smile. âAlpha Evan,â she greeted, a mix of nerves and hope in her tone. âItâs about time.âHe observed her for a moment, unhurried. âMiranda,â he acknowledged with a slight nod, his gaze scrutinizing. âImpatience doesnât suit you.âIgnoring his tone, she quickly dived in. âIâve done as you asked, Alpha. Iâve been
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