why is Greogry this way he should stop behaving like a child and just accept his mate this suspense is killing me 🫢🤧
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,
Emma's Pov As I made my way downstairs, the soft hum of voices reached my ears. Laughter floated up from below, mixing with the clatter of dishes and chairs scraping against the floor. It was lively—unusual, considering the quiet, tense atmosphere that usually followed Gregory around. I paused on the stairs for a moment, listening closely. Among the chatter, I picked out a voice I knew all too well. Gregory’s deep, commanding tone. But there was another voice, one that sounded almost... like his? I frowned, my curiosity piqued. Who’s here? I wondered, my feet carrying me the rest of the way down the stairs. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Gregory didn’t seem like the type to have casual guests over for breakfast. As I turned the corner and entered the dining room, the scene that greeted me took me by surprise. Gregory was seated at the head of the table, his usual brooding air nowhere to be found. He looked... relaxed. His mother, Luna Essa, was seated beside him
Emma's Pov Daniel looked at me with a teasing smile, completely brushing off the tension that hung in the air. “Don’t mind them,” he said smoothly. “May I know the name of this lovely, beautiful lady?” I felt my face heat up instantly. Great, another one who’s going to make me blush today. I was about to respond, but before I could even open my mouth, Ati’s voice cut through the room like ice. “Oh Daniel, don’t waste your time,” she sneered, glaring at me with disdain. “She’s just a slutty bitch who pretends to be innocent. Right, Emma?” Her words stung like a slap across my face, and the silence that followed was suffocating. Gregory’s chair scraped against the floor as he shot up, his eyes burning with fury. His voice came out in a dangerous growl, each word heavy with authority. “Get out,” he ordered, fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I said, get out.” Ati's eyes widened in shock, but her expression quickly shifted to a mocking smile. “Alpha, it’s me, At
Emma’s POV As Daniel and I strolled back toward the pack house, I couldn't help but feel relieved. Daniel had this natural ability to lift the mood with his light-hearted banter. He had been cracking jokes, pointing out random things along the way, and generally making me laugh in ways I hadn't in a long time. It was easy with him, like the weight I usually carried around vanished when I was with him. The pack house came into view, and just as I was beginning to feel truly relaxed, I saw him—Gregory. He was standing there like a storm cloud, arms crossed, a deep scowl etched into his face. My heart sank instantly. What now? I hated how tense I got around him sometimes, like I had to constantly walk on eggshells. "Look at him," Daniel muttered, his voice dropping low. He followed my gaze to Gregory, who was glaring at us from a distance. "Here we go again. It’s that same old angry face. You’d think the man never smiled." I glanced at Daniel, trying not to giggle.
Georgory's Pov I’m not sure which part of me was angrier—the part that had watched Danny touch her hand, or the part that knew she didn’t even realize why it was driving me crazy. As soon as we entered the room, I shut the door with a soft click that seemed too loud in the silence. Emma flinched slightly, her wide eyes on me, clearly nervous about what was coming. I stalked toward her, feeling the anger mix with something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Possessiveness, maybe. Or maybe just raw frustration. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to let this slide. Without a word, I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, staring at her. Her eyes flickered with confusion, and she took a small step back, biting her lower lip. The sight of her nervous, unsure, only made that knot inside me tighten. “G-Gregory…?” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Did I… do something wrong?” I could see her trying to piece together what was happening, trying to figu
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