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
Gregory rushed into the park house compound, his heart pounding and his mind racing. He barely noticed the children playing in the yard as he stormed through the entrance, desperate to find his mother. As he burst into the main room, he found Luna Essa deep in conversation with Daniel. The moment she saw him, her expression shifted from curiosity to concern. “Gregory, what’s wrong?” she asked, rising to her feet. “Why are your eyes so red? Where is Emma?” Her gaze darted behind him, searching for her daughter-in-law. Taking a shaky breath, Gregory felt the weight of despair crushing down on him. “Mother, Emma isn’t here,” he managed to choke out, his voice breaking. “I don’t know where she is.” “Who knows?” he added hopelessly, dropping into one of the dining chairs. Daniel, usually stoic and composed, stepped forward, worry etched across his features. “Gregory, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” “I think Emma has been kidnapped,” Gregory confessed, his heart raci
As Ati stepped into the pack house, the dim light revealed Luna Essa seated in a chair, her expression clouded with worry. The atmosphere felt heavy, as if the walls themselves mourned. “Oh, Luna,” Ati began, feigning concern. “I heard about the kidnapping.” Luna looked up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and resignation. “Oh, news travels fast,” she replied, her voice tinged with weariness. Ati hesitated, searching for the right words. “I want to apologize for what happened the other time.” “Don’t worry about it,” Luna said softly. “You’re all my kids. And I forgave you a long time ago.” Despite her words, there was a lingering sadness in her gaze. Taking a deep breath, Ati steeled herself. “Luna, I need to tell you something important. I think I might know who actually kidnapped Emma.” Just then, Katie rushed into the room, her face pale. “Um, Ati, can I see you for a moment?” “Not right now, Katie!” Ati snapped, irritation flaring. “I’m trying to tell Luna