Gregory's Pov I sat there, my head in my hands, my thoughts a tangled mess. My mother had already reached the door, ready to leave, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I don’t understand,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just wish she hadn’t been with someone else before me.” She paused, hand on the doorknob, and slowly turned back. Her eyes softened, but I could still see the disappointment in them. I couldn’t bring myself to look up; instead, I kept my gaze on the floor, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. “I’ve never felt like this before,” I continued, the words spilling out now. “Every time I try to get closer to her, the thought of someone else touching her drives me insane. It’s like I’m losing control, and I don’t know what to do.” My mother sighed and walked back toward me. She didn’t sit, but I could feel her presence right in front of me. “Gregory, I raised you better than this,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “I rais
Emma's Pov I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in the oversized bedroom. It felt suffocatingly unfamiliar, so much larger and more luxurious than the cramped room I had grown up in under my father’s roof. A lump formed in my throat as memories of that time came flooding back—the memories of what he had done, the pain he had caused me. My father, the man who should have protected me, had sold me off to those half-heirs. I was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted games, forced to endure their cruel advances. They came without warning, without care for my refusal or struggles. Whether I fought or screamed, they did as they pleased, inflicting agony every time they touched me. Some would slap me, others punched me until I was black and blue, laughing as I lay broken on the floor. Each visit left new scars, both visible and hidden deep inside me. They enjoyed watching me crumble, feeding off my helplessness. A tear slipped down my cheek at t
Gregory's Pov I stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of Emma’s body in my arms. My eyes fluttered open, and I realized we had fallen asleep together. She had cried herself to sleep after I had tried to comfort her, and now here we were, tangled in each other. I gazed down at her, her head resting softly against my chest, her breathing steady and peaceful. For the first time, I was able to really look at her. The soft, delicate features of her face caught my attention. She had long lashes that brushed against her cheeks as she slept, and under her left eye, there was a faint scar—one I hadn’t noticed before. My fingers moved almost involuntarily, tracing the small scar gently, feeling the ridges of her skin. I wondered how she got it and what pain it might have caused her. A strange pull started inside me. I could feel an urge to kiss her, to close the small distance between us, but I fought against it. She was so vulnerable, and I knew this wasn’t the right ti
Emma's Pov I tossed and turned in my sleep, feeling restless. Alpha Georgory's arms were wrapped tightly around me, pulling me close. My back was pressed firmly against his chest, and my buttocks... they were right against his crotch. His body heat surrounded me, and it felt foreign yet strangely comforting. This was the first time he’d ever held me so close, and my mind couldn’t quite process it. Tears pricked at my eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensation of being held by him. As I shifted again, I heard a low groan escape from him, vibrating against my back. "Emma," his voice was strained, "I appreciate the movement, but if you keep doing that... I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself." Heat rushed to my face, and I quickly tried to pull away, embarrassed by my body’s reaction. But just as I tried to slip from his grasp, Georgory tightened his hold, dragging me back against him. That’s when I felt it—his arousal, hard against me. The im
Gregory's Pov I’m going to kill him. The thought pounded in my head as I stalked across the pack grounds, barely restraining the urge to knock Tobias out. He was trailing behind me, as usual, making it impossible to escape the relentless irritation that was his existence. “Just leave me the hell alone, Tobias,” I muttered through clenched teeth, the ache from a sleepless night weighing on me. “Oh, come on, chill out!” Tobias laughed, jogging up beside me, eyes gleaming with mischief. “What’s wrong, huh? You look like shit. Those bags under your eyes, man—wait, wait, don’t tell me…” I shot him a withering glare. “Don’t tell you what?” Before I could stop him, Tobias leaped onto my back, hooking an arm around my neck, grinning like an idiot. “Did it happen?” he whispered, leaning close like he was sharing some big secret. “Did you finally let go of all that tension? Huh? Get a little release last night?” The audacity. I felt my fist curl, a dangerous calm settling o
Gregory's Pov As Tobias and I entered the pack house, a group of young children came running toward us, their laughter echoing through the halls. One little boy, with striking sea-blue eyes that looked like Emma's eyes, darted ahead of the others and latched onto my leg, his small arms clinging tightly. I couldn’t help but bend down to pick him up, his infectious giggles filling the air as he played with my hair. Tobias scoffed from the side, shaking his head. “Why is it that everyone always loves you? I’m literally right here, and it’s like I don’t exist.” I smirked, glancing over at him. “Maybe if you used your brain every once in a while, they’d like you too.” Feigning offense, Tobias clutched his chest in exaggerated disbelief. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re saying I’ve got no brains? Oh, my poor, fragile heart!” I chuckled, ignoring his theatrics as the boy in my arms continued to giggle, tugging at my hair with delight. Just as I dropped the little boy back on the
Emma's Pov As we wandered through the mall, I turned to Erica and said, "You can go ahead with the other girls if you want. I don’t mind." Erica’s eyes widened dramatically, and she placed a hand on her chest like she was having a heart attack. "Oh, for the love of Alpha Gregory, are you trying to get me killed? No way am I letting his Luna out of my sight! The man would have my head—no voodoo, please!" I couldn’t help but giggle at her theatrics, and Erica flashed me a grin. "Besides," she added, "I’m kind of enjoying playing bodyguard for you." We continued walking, watching the other girls practically sprint from shop to shop like kids in a candy store. Erica, on the other hand, stayed loyally by my side, occasionally casting glances at me as we strolled. Then she stopped and narrowed her eyes at me. "You know, Luna, I’ve noticed something." I blinked, a little startled. "What?" Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she waved Alpha Gregory’s black card in the air like
Gregory's Pov I was barely holding it together as I walked home, every step fueled by the rage burning inside me. Tobias and I had been talking about some pack issues when the message came through. One of the women who had been with Emma texted me, saying she was with some guy, and she sent the location. That’s when I lost it. I didn’t even think. My blood boiled as I headed straight for the mall, furious that Emma would pull something like this. When I got there, the sight of the man gripping her hand made my vision blur with anger. What pissed me off the most? She wasn’t even trying to pull away. No effort at all. I couldn’t think. I didn’t care about anything else. I just stormed out, barely aware that Emma had followed me. Now, as I walked into the pack house, I could feel her trailing behind, but I wasn’t going to acknowledge her. Not yet. My whole body was vibrating with anger, barely contained. Even my mother, who had been about to say something, took on
Emma sat in the sitting room, lost in thought. The weight of the pack’s 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 self—emotional, 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 Gregory’s 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. “Just one more push,” he muttered to himself. He swung his leg again, ignoring the pain, and managed to nudge the shard closer to him. “Come on,” 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.
Gregory’s 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. “What the hell…” Gregory’s 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 didn’t 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 triplets—Darren, Derek, and Delilah—who 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. “Just breathe,” 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. “Emma,” Lunaessa whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “We have to stay quiet. They can’t find us here.” But Emma couldn’t 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 blood—especially blood. “Listen up!” Alpha Evan barked, his voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade. “Tonight, we take back what’s ours. Gregory’s pack has something I want, and I will not rest until I have it.” 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, Emma’s face shifted from joy to discomfort. She wriggled away from him and quickly stood, holding her stomach. “Emma?” Gregory’s voice was filled with concern as he reached for her hand, but she was already moving toward the bedroom door. “Are you okay?” 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. “Emma, talk to me,” he said softly, brushing a few strands of hair from her face as she wiped her mouth. “Are you feeling sick? Is it something you ate?” 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 Tobias’s eyes flitted across the crowd every so often. He was searching as much as anyone, even if he didn’t 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. “Daniel? What’s wrong?” Tobias’s 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 wasn’t what troubled her—it 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.Miranda’s lips curled into a forced smile. “Alpha Evan,” she greeted, a mix of nerves and hope in her tone. “It’s about time.”He observed her for a moment, unhurried. “Miranda,” he acknowledged with a slight nod, his gaze scrutinizing. “Impatience doesn’t suit you.”Ignoring his tone, she quickly dived in. “I’ve done as you asked, Alpha. I’ve been