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
Gregory's Pov Her scent was overwhelming—thick, sweet, and intoxicating, filling every corner of the room and driving me to the edge of my control. She was already on the bed, laid out before me, her body trembling, her legs spread wide, and her slickness glistening between her thighs. Her skin glowed with need, and her lips were parted as small whimpers escaped, almost begging for me. My wolf stirred at the sight, growling deep in my chest, pushing against the fragile hold I had on myself. She was mine, laid bare, and every instinct in me screamed to claim her, mark her, and make her truly mine in every way. The bond between us, that primal pull, only intensified as I stood over her. Her body was trembling, hips slightly arching, seeking the touch only I could give. I stepped closer, my breathing heavy as I knelt on the bed between her thighs. My hand reached out, fingers brushing over the inside of her thigh, slick with her arousal. She gasped at the contact, her b
Gregory's POV I was deep in sleep, my arms wrapped around her, her soft body pressed against mine, both of us warm and content after everything that had happened. The bond between us was a constant hum in the back of my mind, comforting, but now, something stirred me awake. It started as a subtle tickle, a familiar scent that grew stronger and more potent with each breath. Her scent—thick and sweet, like the first night—filled the air, wrapping around me, making my blood run hot. My wolf stirred inside, growling low, my body reacting instantly. I shifted on the bed, trying to push the haze of sleep away, but the scent of her arousal had me fully awake in seconds. My cock throbbed painfully hard, straining against her thigh, and my control frayed at the edges as the primal urge to claim her again surged through me. I opened my eyes to find her next to me, her back arched slightly, hips shifting restlessly on the sheets. Her face was flushed, lips parted as small, nee
Emma's Po Emma’s POV I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck—twice. Every muscle in my body ached, sore from the wild night before. A groan escaped me as I shifted, the soft sheets clinging to my skin. My entire body felt heavy, as if I had been wrung out and left to dry in the sun. Honestly, it was a miracle I even woke up at all. The soreness reminded me of exactly what happened last night. My face heated, and a soft giggle bubbled up before I could stop it. Gregory and I… well, there was no hiding it. We had been going at it like crazed animals, which wasn’t far from the truth, really. My mind flashed to his hands, his lips, his body moving against mine... “Oh my goddess…” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my eyes to push the memories back. But the soreness in my limbs wasn’t about to let me forget. I reached over to Gregory’s side of the bed, expecting to feel his warmth, but all I found were cold sheets. I blinked, turning to look. His side was empty,