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
Emma's POV It had been days. Weeks, maybe. Time had lost all meaning in this place—this wretched prison masquerading as a household. The walls seemed to close in on her with each passing hour, the stench of captivity clinging to every inch of her skin. Emma could barely remember what it felt like to be free, to feel the warmth of the sun or the wind on her face. The darkness had become her constant companion, settling deep within her bones, and the cold, unforgiving floor was now her bed. She shifted, wincing as the ache in her body sharpened, the pain of her ordeal weighing heavily on her back. Her arms, legs, every part of her body screamed for relief, but there was none to be found. She slowly pressed her back against the wall, feeling the rough stone scrape against her torn skin, and rested her head. There was nothing else she could do but wait, wait for the next wave of pain or whatever torment her father had in store for her. Her father hadn’t brought another man
Daniel Pov The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp. Shadows danced on the walls, stretching and shrinking with the faint movement of the light. I sat on the edge of the bed, slumped over, my mind too clouded to focus on any one thought for long. Tobias was next to me, his arms wrapped around me, holding me close. His fingers stroked through my hair, a comforting gesture, but it barely registered through the haze of everything I was feeling. I leaned into him, needing the contact but also feeling weighed down by the storm raging inside me. My brother's tears… I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. He’d never cried before, at least not in front of me. And yet tonight, his sobs had broken something inside me. “I don’t understand…” I muttered, my voice raw. “I’ve never seen him cry. Not ever. And now… now it’s like the world’s just… falling apart. ” I paused, struggling to find the right words. “Where’s the peace, Tobias? Everywhere I turn, there’s anoth
Ati approached the prison, the stench of the place hitting her as she walked in, but she ignored it. She had come with a purpose. After taking permission from the guard, she headed straight to where Katie was held. She knew where they kept pack members who had offended, and it didn’t take long for her to find Katie curled up by the wall. “Katie,” Ati called out softly. Katie stirred and looked up, her eyes wild. She made a low growling noise, warning Ati to leave her alone. But Ati wasn’t easily intimidated. She stepped closer. “I’m really sorry for everything that happened,” Ati began, her voice calm but firm. “I just wanted to tell you… I’m no longer interested in Alpha Gregory. You can keep him if you want.” Katie just stared at her, saying nothing. “I found my mate,” Ati continued. “Last week. It was the most amazing thing, really. I just thought you should know. And I wanted to apologize for what I did. I know you didn’t kidnap Emma, but I had to act then. It was... c
Georgory’s POV Georgory woke up with a start, his head pounding with a relentless ache. He groaned, squinting in the darkness. The pain in his head was unbearable, every beat feeling like a hammer against his skull. He lay still, eyes wide open, but the guilt and regret from earlier still haunted him, gnawing at his thoughts. Another sharp pain shot through his head, making him wince. Just as the pain subsided in his skull, a different ache hit him below. His body reacted violently—his dick painfully hard, straining, throbbing with a pressure he couldn’t control. “Ugh…” Georgory grunted, gripping the sheets beneath him. The pain surged, his body stiffening, his hips jerking involuntarily. He rolled onto his side, groaning in agony. “Not again… damn it.” His breathing was ragged, each breath shallow and filled with discomfort. The sharp ache continued, and he was on the verge of shouting. Then, through the fog of pain, he heard muffled voices from the other side of t
Georgory's Pov I woke up on the cold floor, my head pounding from the hangover. The headache that had been crushing me last night had finally started to fade, but my body still felt heavy. Without thinking, I stood up, still naked, and walked into the room. There she was—Miranda. Standing in the middle of my mess. "What are you doing here?" I asked, not even bothering to notice my state of undress. She jumped like she’d been caught in the middle of something. Her eyes went wide, and her face turned a pale shade of red. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Alpha!” she stammered, turning her back to me immediately. “I didn’t know you were here. I thought you were out. I was just... you know... arranging your things. The room was scattered, so I thought—” “I never asked for your help,” I cut her off, my voice low, tired. “So what are you really doing in my room?” That’s when I noticed it. She was hiding something behind her back. Something small. Suspicious. Her breath caught, and she shr
Gregory’s POV The dust-covered study hadn’t seen much use in over a year, but I didn’t care. I needed the quiet. After everything with Miranda, I needed space to think. Her words kept replaying in my head—Emma might not even be alive. My fists clenched as I tried to shake off the thought. The door opened without a knock, and I knew it could only be one person. “I knew I’d find you here,” Mother said, stepping inside, her tone sharp as ever. She didn’t waste time. “What is this I’m hearing about a potion?” I sighed, barely lifting my head. “Tobias,” I called, my voice tired. Tobias appeared almost immediately, standing awkwardly in the doorway. “What’s going on, How did mother know about this?” I asked him directly, not in the mood for games. Tobias shifted nervously. “It’s not my fault, Alpha. She... she heard it from the pack witch.” I narrowed my eyes. “And what exactly did the pack witch say?” Tobias swallowed, glancing briefly at Luna Essa before answering. “She
Emma could see the distant borders of the TMM pack. Her pack. Her mate's pack. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She bent her knees, resting against a tree, her hand cradling her swollen belly. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, dragging her down after two days of endless walking with no rest. She had barely survived on the wild berries she’d found along the way, even gnawing on some bush bark to soothe her hunger. But now, as the borders loomed ahead, she felt like she couldn’t take another step. Her legs were covered in cuts and scrapes from sharp branches and thorns, her feet sore and bloodied from walking barefoot through rough terrain. For a moment, she sat there, frozen. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and her entire body trembled with fatigue. She placed one hand on her stomach, the other on her lower back, trying to ease the pressure. The baby somehow shifted inside her, a small reminder of wh
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