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