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's Pov It had been three months since that fateful day when Gregory had stormed out of the pack hospital, leaving behind an air so thick with tension, I could barely breathe. Three long months, and I was still reeling from the weight of his absence. He never slept in our room anymore, and I rarely saw him. The silence was deafening, and it wasn’t just the silence in the room—but in my heart too. I was sitting in the pack house's living room with Melinda, trying to keep my mind occupied. Melinda was chatting away, recounting her wild childhood adventures, trying to cheer me up. She was always good at that—making me laugh even when I didn’t feel like it. “So there I was, standing in the middle of the stream, fully convinced I could catch a fish with my bare hands,” Melinda said, grinning ear to ear. “Of course, I slipped on the rocks and fell flat on my back, soaking wet, screaming like a banshee. The fish probably thought I was one of them after that!” I chuckled,
Emma's Pov I leaned back in the kitchen chair, swirling my straw through a concoction of Sprite, Red Apple juice, and a couple of other questionable ingredients—my latest pregnancy craving masterpiece. Spread out before me was an impressive array of chocolate candies, half a cake, and a tub of frosting. I shoved another chunk of cake into my mouth, humming with satisfaction. Being two months pregnant had turned me into a bottomless pit, and, to be honest, I wasn’t even mad about it. I could probably eat a mountain if I had the chance. The sound of footsteps approaching pulled me out of my sugar-induced trance, and I looked up just in time to see Daniel walk into the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks and sighed dramatically, like he’d just walked in on a crime scene. "I'm tired of seeing this sight every single day," he groaned, rubbing his temples like I was giving him a headache. "What the hell is this combination, girl? Sprite and Red Apple juice? Chocolate? Cake?" I w
Emma's PovI was leisurely sipping my drink—a strange but somehow satisfying concoction of Sprite, red apple juice, and chocolate candy—while strolling through the garden. The garden had become my little sanctuary where I could be alone with my thoughts and my weird snack combinations.The flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and for a moment, I felt at peace. That was until something strange in the air made me stop dead in my tracks. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I was no longer alone. The cold, familiar voice sent a shiver down my spine.“Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn’t my runaway daughter,” a voice said with a low, chilling laugh.I froze, my hand gripping the plastic cup so hard that it nearly crushed. Slowly, I turned, and there he was—my father, Evan, standing just a few feet away from me. The sight of him made my blood run cold. My heart raced in my chest, pounding against my ribcage as though it were trying to escape. Instinctively, I took a s
Emma's Pov I can feel Daniel’s eyes on me, that same look he gets when he’s about to pester me about something. “So, Emma…” Daniel finally breaks the silence, crossing his arms and leaning against the back of the couch. “What are you going to do now?”I raise an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”“You know what I mean.” He gives me a look like I’m being difficult on purpose, which, okay, maybe I am. “You can’t keep ignoring it. You have to tell Gregory.”I sigh, knowing exactly what he’s talking about but not really wanting to go down that road. “Daniel, I understand your concern, but…” I glance away, unsure how to word it. “I don’t think I’m ready to tell him yet.”Daniel’s expression softens for a moment, but just as quickly, his usual playful smirk returns. “Emma, look at how worked up your father got you. Imagine if i had not arrived right when I did. What would he have done?” His voice drops a little, and I can see genuine worry in his eyes now. “I think it’s time you let Gr
Georgory's Pov I could smell her before I even saw her. Emma’s scent drifted toward me, soft and familiar, but it hit me like a freight train every time. I could feel her approaching, that gentle pull in the bond between us. The moment I caught a whiff of her, my attention snapped from the dull conversation Katie was attempting to hold, though I wasn’t really listening before. Katie had been talking nonstop since she arrived. Something about how she came back for me, how things could have been different between us. I wasn’t really paying attention, nodding occasionally to keep up appearances, but when Emma’s scent hit me? I couldn’t help but exaggerate the situation. Katie was saying something about our “past connection” when I let out a loud laugh, almost too loud. It wasn’t that funny, but I wanted Emma to hear it. Maybe she’d think I was having the time of my life in here. Petty? Sure. But I was irritated with the situation between us, and it felt good to push back in
After Katie left, I led Emma toward the bed. She moved quietly, her steps hesitant. Once she sat down, I turned and went back to close the door, making sure we had privacy. I needed to hear everything without interruption, and this conversation couldn’t wait any longer. When I returned, I sat down beside her, feeling the distance between us despite our proximity. There were so many unspoken things, so many secrets weighing on us. I looked at her, searching her face for something, but she kept her gaze down, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the bedspread. “Emma,” I started, my voice low. “These past few months… without you… haven’t been easy. If I said otherwise, I’d be lying.” She didn’t respond immediately, her shoulders tensing at my words. I could sense the emotional walls she had built, the ones I was trying to break through. I took a breath, knowing I had to push her, even if it hurt. “But what’s been harder… is not knowing the truth. I need you to tell me e