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
Katie's Pov. I paced the room, my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides. The walls felt like they were closing in on me with every step I took, each thought driving me closer to the edge. Gregory had actually asked me to leave because of her. How could he? After everything I’d done, everything we’d been through, he chose her—that pathetic excuse of a mate. My chest tightened, fury building until I felt like I could explode. "Can you believe it?" I snapped, spinning on my heel to face Ati, who was sitting calmly in the corner of the room. "Gregory has the audacity to ask me to leave, all because of that… that thing he calls a mate. How did it come to this? How could he choose her over me?" Ati raised an eyebrow, but there was no surprise in her expression. If anything, she seemed almost bored by my outburst, as if she had expected this all along. "I told you this would happen, Katie. I warned you. You gave that girl too much time and space. Now she’s wormed her way
Katie's Pov I stood outside Alpha Jerome's room, my heart pounding in my chest. The air was thick with anticipation, and I felt a mixture of dread and curiosity as I prepared to confront the man who held so much power in our world. Today was the day I would meet him, and there was no turning back now. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Alpha Jerome sat on the edge of the bed, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he looked me over. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn’t the most pretty prideful, Katie," he drawled, his tone dripping with mock admiration. I rolled my eyes, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "Can we just get to it?" I replied, cutting through the superficial pleasantries that hung in the air between us. As I spoke, I began to unfasten the buttons of my blouse, peeling it away from my skin with deliberate slowness. The fabric slipped down my
Third person pov Katie sat at the edge of the bed, her body aching from the ordeal she’d just endured. Every muscle felt strained, as though her bones were wrapped in lead. Her mind drifted, numb to everything except the lingering discomfort in her limbs. She let out a sigh, rubbing her temples, trying to will away the dull throbbing that pulsed through her. Ati stood across the room, leaning casually against the wall, arms folded, her eyes narrowing as she observed Katie. There was a smirk playing on her lips, a subtle, almost predatory glint in her gaze. She waited for a moment, letting the silence grow heavy before she finally spoke. "So... how are you feeling after your night with Alpha Jerome?" Ati asked, her voice laced with an exaggerated sweetness that dripped with mock concern. The smirk on her face widened into a twisted grin, one Katie didn’t notice as she was too lost in her own discomfort. Katie sighed heavily, barely lifting her gaze. "I ache... everywhere,"
Georgory's POV Today was finally the day. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension as I stood in our bedroom, watching Emma sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Six months had passed since we found out Emma was pregnant, and now, she was unmistakably full, her belly round and prominent beneath the covers. I could hear her soft snores, a gentle reminder of how peaceful she looked despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us. With a quiet sigh, I approached the bed, my heart swelling at the sight of her. I shook her shoulder gently, murmuring her name, but she didn’t stir. Instead, she rolled onto her side, burying her face in the pillow. I chuckled softly, shaking my head at her stubbornness. “Emma,” I whispered into her ear, leaning down closer. “Mother is back.” Instantly, she sprang up, her eyes wide with surprise, and in her excitement, she caught me squarely on the nose with her forehead.
Georgory's Pov I carried Emma in my arms, her body limp as we entered the Park Witch's house. She had fainted moments ago, and I was still on edge. Her breathing was shallow but steady, and I was desperate to understand what was happening to her. The witch glanced up from her seat, her sharp eyes narrowing at the sight of Emma. “Lay her here,” she instructed, pointing to a wooden bench covered in worn blankets. I gently placed Emma down, watching as the witch moved closer. She hovered her hands over Emma, her brows furrowing as she began to hum softly. The strange energy in the room grew thicker with every second. “There is a powerful force within her,” the witch muttered, her fingers tracing an invisible pattern in the air above Emma. She grabbed a small pouch from her table, shaking it, and the jingling sound echoed in the quiet room. After a moment, she paused, her expression darkening. “Your mate carries more than just a child,” she said, her voice low. “The en
Gregory's POV I could feel the weight of exhaustion settling over me as I sat beside Emma, watching her breathe softly in her sleep. The tension of everything—her sudden collapse, the witch’s cryptic warnings, the looming threats—was catching up to me. My head drooped slightly as I leaned back, letting the quiet wash over me. I decided to rest for a moment, just to take the edge off. But peace was a fleeting luxury. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open with a loud thud. I bolted upright, heart racing as Eve, the pack’s warrior leader, stormed in. Her face was set in a grim expression, her eyes filled with urgency. “Alpha,” she addressed me, breathless. “There’s an emergency.” Annoyed at the disruption and protective of Emma, I narrowed my eyes, my voice low with irritation. “What is it, Eve? Is it so bad that you had to disturb me while I’m here with my mate?” My tone was sharp, but she didn’t flinch, bowing her head in respect. “I’m truly sorry, Alpha,” she
Gregory walked with heavy steps, his mind already clouded with worry, as one of the warriors came up and handed him a shirt and pants. He pulled them on in silence, his thoughts elsewhere. His gaze remained focused ahead as he entered the pack warriors’ house, eager for a moment of rest after the battle. As he sat down, leaning back, trying to catch his breath, the door burst open. Steven, one of the warriors, rushed in, panting heavily. "Alpha!" he called, his voice trembling with urgency. Gregory growled under his breath. "Can’t I get a moment of peace?" Steven hesitated but pushed forward. "I'm sorry, Alpha, but... there's been an issue. It’s about Luna Emma." At the mention of Emma, Gregory shot to his feet, his eyes blazing. "What happened to my mate? Speak!" Steven’s face was pale. "We went to the pack witch's house, as instructed. But when we got there, Luna Emma was... gone. There's no trace of her anywhere." For a moment, Gregory stood frozen, his world crashing do