Like What Exactly is Wrong with Gregory can't he just get this over with the suspense is hitting me too🫢🫢🤐
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
Gregory's Pov My voice cut through the air, sharp and full of authority as she appeared at the top of the stairs, arms crossed. “Gregory, what exactly is your problem? Do you even realize what you’re doing? I went upstairs and found that you locked your mate in the room. For what reason?” I groaned inwardly, rubbing my temple. Of course, she had to get involved. “Mother, please, can you just stay away from this? Stay away from her affairs. I don’t want you meddling in my business.” Her eyebrows shot up as if I’d just told her she couldn't have dessert. “Meddling? Oh, I’m sorry, Gregory, I didn’t realize showing basic decency towards your mate was considered meddling. I thought we were getting somewhere with you. But no, clearly, I was wrong. Every day you become more and more like your father.” My heart clenched at the mention of him. “Mother, don’t—” I warned, my tone hardening. But she wasn’t done, not by a long shot. “I am done talking to you if you refuse to see
Emma's Pov I woke up to the faint sound of movement just outside the door. My heart immediately skipped a beat, a knot tightening in my chest. The room was still dim, with just a faint sliver of light sneaking through the curtains. I blinked, trying to fully wake, but the tension from the night before clung to me like a heavy weight. I had cried myself to sleep, my body exhausted but my mind restless. The man from the mall—his face wouldn’t leave my thoughts. What if he tells my father where I am? The very idea sent shivers down my spine. The fear of being found again, of being dragged back to that nightmare... I couldn’t even breathe at the thought. Suddenly, the sound of the door turning pulled me from my thoughts. I sat up in bed, stiff with anxiety, every muscle in my body tensed. Gregory walked in. He didn’t even glance at me. No acknowledgment, no word—just a cold silence. He moved like I didn’t exist, peeling off his clothes and tossing them aside without c
Georgory's Pov I sat at the dining table, half-listening to my mother as she rambled on about yesterday’s events. Something about pack affairs, but honestly, my brain had already checked out. I wasn’t even sure if I had responded to anything she said in the last five minutes. Then I looked up, and there she was—Emma—coming down the stairs wearing my clothes. I nearly choked on my coffee. There she was, draped in my oversized white polo like it was some kind of fancy dress, and those jeans—how on earth did she even manage to get into those? They were at least three sizes too big, yet somehow, she made it work. And why in the world did she look so damn good? I blinked, then blinked again, hoping that maybe I was hallucinating from lack of sleep. Nope, still there. And still... absolutely stunning. My mind went blank. I couldn’t stop staring, completely bewitched, like she had cast some sort of spell on me. My mom could have been reciting the entire history of th
Gregory's Pov I was at the bar, the only one in the pack’s territory, surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke and the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. The dim lighting barely cut through the fog, casting everything in a shadowy gloom. Tobias, was beside me, his concern evident on his face as he leaned in closer. “Man, you need to ease up on the drinks,” he said, his voice showing his concern. “This isn’t like you.” I barely looked at him, my focus shifting to the women around me. Their advances were persistent, but I didn’t push them away. I just took another drink, trying to drown out the numbness that had settled over me. “This isn’t you, Gregory,” Tobias continued, his frustration growing. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?” I took another swig, my throat burning. “If you keep this up, I swear I’m calling your mom,” Tobias warned, his voice edged with exasperation. I met his gaze with a challenging stare. “Dare if you can,” I said fla
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