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
Emma's I blinked my eyes open, disoriented. My mind was sluggish, like it hadn’t fully woken up with the rest of me. At first, everything was a blur. I couldn’t even tell where I was. But after a few seconds, my brain began to catch up, piecing things together. The cold, hard surface beneath me. The roughness of stone pressing against my back. I coughed, the taste of dust sharp in my throat. Slowly, I tried to sit up. The effort was harder than it should have been, and a sharp pain ran down my arms as my hands scraped the ground. That’s when I felt it—the tightness around my legs. I glanced down, heart sinking. My legs were bound with thick rope, leaving me unable to move freely. Where am I? The question slipped out of my mouth, my voice barely a whisper. But no one was there to answer. The room around me was cloaked in darkness. I could barely make out the shape of anything—just shadows merging into more shadows. I was alone. Completely alone. "Georgory!" I called o
Emma's Pov And then, just as I thought it couldn't get worse, the door swung open with a creak, making my breath catch. I blinked, trying to focus. Melinda? “Melinda!” I croaked, my voice shaky and weak. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “What… what are you doing here?” Melinda stepped fully into the room, her presence commanding. She tossed her head back and let out a laugh, a sound so sharp it felt like it was slicing right through me. She took her time walking over, her heels clicking sharply against the stone floor, each step adding to the knot in my stomach. “Oh, pretty Emma,” she sneered, stopping just a few feet away. “If only you knew how many people are in on this. Your enemies have friends, lots of them. You wouldn’t have been so free and nonchalant if you knew.” I stared at her, my mind spinning. I tried to process her words, but nothing made sense. How could Melinda—someone I had known—be here? Working with them? My father’s deep voice cut through the fog
Georgory's Pov I gripped the bottle tighter, the weight of it anchoring me in my chair as I stared blankly at the swirling liquid. The burn in my throat was all that reminded me I was still here, still stuck in this endless loop. "Will you stop this?” Daniel's voice cut through the fog of my mind, but I didn’t look up. His footsteps approached, echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. “That’s your fifth bottle. You need to stop.” I laughed bitterly, bringing the bottle to my lips again. “Stop? What for, Daniel?” I muttered, my voice low and rough. “We’re on the edge of war. People I trusted betrayed me, Emma’s gone, and my children…” I trailed off, swallowing hard. “What am I supposed to do? You tell me.” Daniel stood before me, frustration radiating off him in waves. “You think drinking yourself to death will solve anything?” he snapped. “You’re the Alpha, ! You need to get your head straight. The pack is in chaos—borders are being breached, people are being murdered. And
Gregory’s wolf growled in the back of his mind, the sound vibrating through his chest. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the urge rising inside him. Eve was too close. That scent, so similar to Emma’s, was messing with his senses, clouding his thoughts.Before he could stop himself, he turned toward her, his eyes locking onto hers. Something primal flashed in his gaze—something dark and uncontrollable. Eve’s breath hitched, but she didn’t move. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she held his gaze, her eyes soft with understanding.And then, without thinking, Gregory closed the gap between them. His lips crashed onto hers, fierce and desperate. Eve’s body tensed for a moment, surprised, but then she melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck.The taste of her lips—it wasn’t right. It wasn’t Emma. But his wolf didn’t care. It growled louder now, pushing him further. The heat between them escalated quickly, and Gregory’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until
Gregory’s body trembled uncontrollably. He sat on the cold floor, half-dressed, his shirt still on but his pants undone, exposing the evidence of what had just happened. His eyes darted between Eve and the door where Daniel’s voice had come from. The shame, the regret, it all hit him at once like a crashing wave. “What have I done?” he whispered, barely audible, his voice choked with guilt. He buried his face in his hands, his body shaking as he fought back tears. Eve, standing nearby, hesitated for a moment before walking toward him. She knelt beside him, reaching out but stopping just short of touching him. "Alpha," she said softly, her voice tinged with guilt, "I understand… and I’m really sorry I didn’t stop you." She paused, trying to find the right words. “Even though this was my first time… I would willingly do it again, for you. You’re my Alpha, and I would do anything for you. I don’t blame you for what happened.” Gregory didn’t respond, his face still buried in his