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's Pov I can’t believe it’s finally here. After a month of trying to get used to this pack, today is the day. The day I’m crowned Luna and officially initiated into the TMN wolf pack. My stomach churns with a mix of excitement and nerves as I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the dress they’d given me. It’s a deep, regal blue—something I’d never pick out for myself, but it’s beautiful.“You ready?” I hear Gregory’s voice from the doorway, deep and calm like always, though I can feel the tension rolling off him. He wants everything to go perfectly, I know that much.“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I say, turning to face him. He’s already dressed in his ceremonial robes, looking every bit the Alpha he is.He smiles, that small, secretive one he saves for moments like these. “Good. Because everyone’s waiting.”I take a deep breath and follow him out of the room, trying to ignore the pounding of my heart. The entire pack is gathered outside in the clearing, which is decorated
Emma's PovThe afternoon sun shone down on the park, casting a warm golden glow over the children playing around me. Their laughter was infectious, making me forget, at least for a little while, the tension that always seemed to hang in the air. I sat on the grass, legs crossed, watching as a group of them ran circles around me, their energy boundless."Emma, where are you from?" A little girl, her pigtails bouncing as she ran, plopped herself down beside me. Her name was Kara, and she was one of the more inquisitive ones in the group. I smiled at her, amused by her curiosity."I'm from far away," I said, my voice light, not wanting to get into details. It felt good just to be Emma for now, not Luna, not the stranger everyone whispered about. Just Emma, sitting with kids who didn't care about the complicated politics of the pack."How far?" Another boy chimed in, his big brown eyes wide with wonder. I recognized him as Alex, one of the newer members of the pack."Very far," I repl
Emma's Pov That hard, unmistakable gaze of Alpha Gregory was piercing through me as I stood talking with Danny in the hall. My heart sped up, my body responding to the weight of his stare before my mind had a chance to catch up. I glanced over my shoulder, meeting those steely eyes of his, and felt a sudden shiver run down my spine. There was something dark and primal in his gaze, a smoldering intensity that left me breathless. He didn’t say a word, just turned and strode toward the kitchen, his broad shoulders cutting through the room like a force of nature.Something was wrong. I could feel it in the air, thick and charged with an electricity that made my skin tingle. Without thinking, I hurried after him, sensing the pull between us, stronger than ever. Each step felt like I was walking into something I wasn’t prepared for, and yet, I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, the door clicked shut behind me, and before I could even react,
Emma’s POV:I could not even begin to process the humiliation I felt when two park members, both women, strolled into the kitchen right after Georgory had left. The room, I was certain, still smelled distinctly of sex. They greeted me with cheerful smiles, and I, struggling to keep my composure, just gave them a stiff nod. My face was burning with embarrassment. Without saying anything, I practically fled the kitchen, making a quick exit up the stairs to our room.The moment I stepped into our bedroom, I peeled off my clothes like they were on fire, and headed straight for the shower. This time, I decided to use the Jacuzzi in the adjoining bathroom. As I sank into the warm, foaming water, I allowed myself to relax for the first time that day. The water did wonders for my body, soothing away the tension in my muscles, but I also realized just how utterly exhausted I felt.Lately, I had been feeling increasingly tired, and I didn’t know why. Of course, it probably had something t
Emma's Pov I could feel my heart racing as I sat in the pack doctor's office. Ellen, our park doctor, smiled warmly at me, but I could sense something more behind that smile. My stomach was a bundle of nerves, and the longer the silence stretched, the more uneasy I became. Finally, Ellen spoke, her voice gentle but filled with excitement. "Congratulations, Luna, you’re one month pregnant." My heart skipped a beat. Pregnant? The word echoed in my head, but I didn’t know how to feel. A rush of emotions surged through me—fear, confusion, and a strange sense of hope. This wasn’t my first pregnancy, after all. It was my third. But none of the previous ones had survived because of my father. He had always made sure I ended them before they had a chance. I shivered at the memory, the fear of the past lingering like a shadow over this new life inside me. But this baby... This baby was different. This baby was my mate's—Gregory’s. And no one, not even my father, could take t
Emma's Pov As I sat in the hall, my eyes were fixed on the elderly woman addressing the group. Her voice, firm and unyielding, echoed off the stone walls as he spoke about the importance of purity and innocence. "One must keep oneself innocent," she said, his voice reverberating with authority. "Do not involve yourself in men, young ones. Do not be seen flicking around with them, entertaining their advances, or giving in to temptation. Reserve yourself for your mate, your destined partner, the one the moon has chosen for you." I tried to stay focused, but the weight of his words pressed down on me, suffocating in their expectations. My head was already spinning, and the dizziness I'd been trying to ignore crept back in, stronger than before. I could feel the room shifting slightly, as if the floor beneath me was unsteady. But I forced myself to stay awake, clutching the edge of my seat until my knuckles turned white. The woman on the stage finished her speech, offerin
Emma's Pov I had barely opened my mouth to explain myself when Gregory’s eyes bore into mine, his voice cold and biting. "No, Emma, that’s not what I asked. I don’t understand why you would hide something this important from me. You say it was for a surprise? But the fact you kept it from me in the first place makes no sense. " He took a step closer, his towering presence making the space between us shrink to nothing. “And the way you’re reacting now—it’s suspicious.” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing for something to say that would make him believe me. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, the pressure building. “I—” I began, but my voice faltered. The words caught in my throat, and all I could think about was the baby, our baby. “I just wanted to be the one to tell you… It was supposed to be a surprise, Gregory. I was going to tell you when I got home, but—” “But you didn’t,” he interrupted, his voice growing colder. “And now you
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