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
Third Person Pov After five grueling hours, the doors to the ward finally swung open, revealing the doctor stepping out, fatigue etched on his face. Gregory’s pulse quickened as he stood, his body heavy with anxiety and exhaustion. He had spent the entire time pacing, hands shaking, praying silently for good news. The doctor removed his gloves, tossing them into the nearby trash with a soft thud. Gregory couldn't wait another second. "Doctor?" His voice cracked, filled with desperation. "How are they?" The doctor’s expression remained serious as he spoke. "The babies have been delivered successfully—three healthy babies." Gregory's breath hitched, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of worry lightened just a little. Tobias, who had been silent by Gregory’s side, suddenly jumped up, his face breaking into a relieved grin. "Oh man, I'm so happy for you, Gregory!" he exclaimed, clapping Gregory on the shoulder. But before Gregory could let the relief sink in fully, the
Luna Essa entered the prison, her footsteps slow and deliberate as they echoed through the dimly lit hallway. The cold air inside the stone-walled cell was stifling, almost suffocating. She came to a stop in front of Katie’s cell, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the young woman curled up in the far corner, asleep under a thin blanket. For a moment, Luna Essa stood there, watching her, thinking of how different things could have been if Katie had made better choices. But that time had passed. Now, there was no turning back. Finally, she cleared her throat, the sound slicing through the silence like a knife. Katie stirred, eyes blinking open in panic. She jolted upright, heart pounding, but as her bleary eyes focused on Luna Essa, the tension in her body eased. The fear gave way to recognition, and she slowly crawled toward the bars, her hands gripping the cold iron as she bowed her head. "Good morning, Luna," Katie whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse. S
Luna Essa stood by the hospital door, her hand resting on the handle as she silently observed the scene inside. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, casting soft shadows over the space. Gregory sat beside Emma’s bed, his posture slumped, his hands gently holding Emma’s lifeless fingers. His gaze was fixed on her, as if willing her to open her eyes. The exhaustion was etched into his face—red eyes, heavy bags beneath them from sleepless nights, and a pale complexion that only added to his weariness. Luna sighed softly before stepping into the room. "Gregory," she called gently, "you need to get some rest. You haven’t slept in days." Gregory lifted his head slowly, his tired eyes meeting his mother’s gaze. “Mother…” His voice was thick, hoarse, and filled with pain. "She’s… she’s not waking up." Luna walked closer to him, her heart aching for her son, but she kept her voice calm. "Just give it some time, Gregory. She’s been through a lot. Maybe she just needs more tim
Gregory walked into the house, the weight of the past few days evident in his tired eyes and slouched shoulders. His steps were slow, deliberate, as though each movement took more energy than he had. The door to his room creaked open, and he stepped inside, the familiar scent of home surrounding him. Without thinking, he reached for his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it on the bed with little care. The exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. After a brief pause, he headed back downstairs. His throat was dry, the weight of the last few hours heavy on him. When he reached the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. The coolness of the drink soothed him momentarily. As he closed the fridge, preparing to leave the kitchen, he heard a loud gasp. “Ah! Alpha!” a startled voice called out. Gregory turned to see Lizzy, one of the cooks, standing at the entrance of the kitchen with wide eyes, clearly taken aback by his sudden appearance. She bowed her h