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
Georgory's Pov Emma would be like, “They were all aborted by my father.” Her voice was steady, but the words hit me like a brick, leaving me breathless. I stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest. The air between us thickened with her revelation, and suddenly, the room felt too small. I leaned down, my knees buckling as I sank to the floor, the cool surface grounding me against the whirlwind of emotions. I brought my hands to my face, pressing against my forehead as if I could keep the world from spinning out of control. “Why?” I choked out, feeling the tears welling in my eyes, threatening to spill over. “How could he do that to you? To them?” The tears came unbidden, streaming down my cheeks. They fell in torrents, each drop a release of the anguish I had kept bottled up inside. I had been so consumed by my own pain that I hadn’t seen hers. The guilt gnawed at me. “I should have protected you,” I whispered, my voice muffled by my hands. “I should have been there for y
Gregory’s POV Emma’s question caught me off guard. “So, tell me about your father,” she asked softly, her eyes searching mine. A sudden, tight feeling formed in my throat, and I coughed, looking anywhere but at her. The walls, the floor, even the window—anything to avoid her gaze. My father wasn’t something I talked about often, and definitely not now. The silence stretched between us, and I could feel her watching me, waiting. But how was I supposed to answer that? Where would I even begin? Emma shifted, her voice gentle, understanding. “I mean… if it’s uncomfortable to talk about, you don’t have to. I don’t know much about him, but it’s okay.” I exhaled, grateful for her tact. Before I could respond, she smiled and changed the subject, her tone light. “You know what? I’m hungry.” I blinked, the sudden shift catching me off guard. “Hungry? Again?” She stood up, brushing off her clothes as if to signal the conversation was officially over. “Yes, again.” A small smi
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