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
Third Person Pov "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 Tobias’s 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 und
Gregory's PovNo, how could I meet my mate after so many years, only to discover I am mated to an omega, an omega? He thought angrily as he pushed away all the files on his office table. The papers scattered across the floor, some fluttering as they fell. His frustration turned into a storm of papers, emotions, and shattered expectations. "I asked for a real mate, and you gave me a burden. What wrong have I ever committed, huh? Tell me!" Gregory cried out, his voice echoing in the empty office, questioning the Moon Goddess's choice of mate for him. The room felt too small, suffocating under the weight of his discontent. Ever since he was eighteen, Gregory had waited patiently for his mate, constantly feeling a pang of sadness whenever a pack member came to register their bond. Each union felt like a taunt, a reminder of the bond he longed for. Now, at forty-one, the Moon Goddess finally decided to grace him with a mate—a weakling of an omega. It felt as if his patience and loy
Emma's Pov"Where am I?" Emma asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her eyes fixed on the woman with piercing green eyes who regarded her with a faint smile. "Oh, you are awake," the woman replied, her tone light yet inscrutable. Emma’s heart raced as confusion churned within her. She had expected to be dead or imprisoned, given that crossing the TMN pack’s borders was usually a death sentence, but here she was on a soft bed. Emma’s stomach tightened in fear as different scenarios crossed her mind. What if they were planning to use her as a sex machine, just like her father had done to her? The very thought made her stomach turn. She hadn’t crossed the borders on purpose. Days of wandering, weak from hunger, had made her desperate. When she had spotted some ripe bananas, a flicker of hope had ignited. She had planned to grab the bananas quickly and continue her escape. But as soon as she entered the area, she saw the pack warriors closing in. Panic exploded in her
Emma sat in the room waiting patiently for her mate, Gregory, as today was the day when they would accept the bond, and she felt really jittery. She had been sitting in the room for the past seven hours, and there was still no sight of her mate. Looking around the room, her eyes locked onto a picture that looked so much like her mate, who had made it a point of duty to avoid her all through the week he arrived here. Walking over to the picture, as she glided her fingers over the frame, her mate looked to be in his twenties. In this picture, he looked really happy and smiled brightly. How she wished he could smile at her this way. “What are you doing there?” The dominant tone of an Alpha's voice made her jump in fright. Turning to face the direction the voice had come from, which was at the entrance of the door, she saw the very man who had been avoiding her all week. She took her time to assess his rugged features: deep green eyes inherited from his mother, and a chiseled physiq
Third Person Pov "You are not to speak of this to anyone," Gregory growled at Emma, his voice low and dangerous. But Emma was too overwhelmed by her own rising desire to truly hear him. "When I talk to you, I expect a response," Gregory repeated, this time his hands trailing down to Emma’s waist, pulling her closer. He guided her toward the bed, gently laying her down. Emma’s eyes were glazed with lust as she gazed up at her Alpha, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Please, I need you, Alpha," Emma whimpered, her voice trembling as she tried to pull herself closer to Gregory, her body already responding to his presence. Gregory took his time, moving slowly up her body, leaving a trail of heated kisses on her flushed skin. He could practically taste her arousal in the air, thick and intoxicating. When he reached her lips, he captured them in a deep, searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up desire and anger into it. Emma moaned softly against his mouth, her hips instincti