The morning sun rose high over the grounds of the TMN pack house, casting golden rays over the large gathering that had assembled. Over 1,000 pack members crowded the space, their excited whispers blending with the playful sounds of children running around. Despite the air of anticipation, there was tension too—today, the fate of Eve, Katie and Miranda would be decided. Both women had been implicated in the kidnapping and abuse of their Luna, Emma, a crime considered unforgivable within the pack. Emma was not present at the gathering. Gregory had insisted on keeping her away, preferring to shield her from the weight of the event. Instead, he stood tall and authoritative on the podium, his presence commanding the attention of every wolf in attendance. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, his aura exuding power as the voices slowly died down. “Good morning, members of TMN pack,” Gregory’s voice boomed, echoing across the grounds. Silence fell immediately, and all eyes tur
Gregory’s kiss deepened, his lips firm yet gentle as they claimed hers. Emma’s hands instinctively found their way to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of his skin beneath her touch sent a shiver up her spine, and she could feel the steady beat of his heart quickening in response to her nearness. His hands continued their slow ascent, pushing the robe further open, exposing more of her bare skin. The cool air brushed against her, a sharp contrast to the heat that radiated between them. Gregory’s mouth left hers only to trail down the curve of her jaw, his lips and tongue teasing the sensitive skin of her neck. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her, making it impossible for her to think of anything else but him. Her breath hitched as his hands finally reached her breasts, cupping them with a tenderness that belied the hunger in his gaze. He lowered his head, his lips finding her collarbone, and then lower still, h
The moon cast a gentle glow through the window as Gregory and Emma slept peacefully in each other’s arms. But the tranquility of the night was shattered when Emma suddenly began to shake violently on the bed, her body drenched in sweat. The abrupt movement startled Gregory awake, and he bolted upright, his heart racing with fear.“Emma!” he exclaimed, instinctively shaking her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”Emma’s eyes were wide, unseeing, as she continued to tremble, lost in a nightmare. “No! Gregory, you can’t die!” she cried out, panic lacing her voice.“What? Emma, what are you talking about?” he asked, concern flooding his voice as he grasped her shoulders, trying to bring her back to reality.Emma finally blinked, her gaze darting around the dimly lit room as if she were trying to grasp her surroundings. Recognition slowly seeped into her features, and she threw herself into Gregory’s arms, clutching him tightly. “I don’t want you to die. I don’t want my father to take you!” she
Emma stood by the window, already dressed for the day, as the sunlight streamed through the curtains. Without much ceremony, she slung baby Darren onto her back and secured Derek to her chest in a snug carrier. Her movements were brisk, focused, as she prepared to head out. Just as she was adjusting the straps, Gregory stepped out of the bedroom, drying his hands with a towel. He barely had a moment to take in the sight of her before Emma marched up to him and dropped baby Deliah into his arms without so much as a word. Gregory raised his brows, glancing down at the baby and then back at Emma. “What’s happening?” “We’re going for a walk,” Emma replied, her tone matter-of-fact. “I want to introduce the babies to the park.” Gregory sighed, shifting Delia in his arms. “I’ve got a meeting in a little while, Emma. I don’t have time for a walk right now.” Emma’s eyes narrowed, her voice cutting through his excuse. “Are you trying to pass down all the duties to me again
Chapter: A Day in the Life of Eve at Bacardi Park The sun barely peeked over the horizon when Eve dragged herself out of the small, cramped servant quarters. Her body ached from the cold, the thin blanket doing nothing to protect her from the harsh nights in Bacardi Park. She hadn’t slept well—she never did anymore. Every morning felt like waking up to the same nightmare, but today, something weighed even heavier on her chest. The dread was suffocating. She stepped outside, hands trembling as she adjusted the old, threadbare tunic that was now her only possession. The moment her feet hit the courtyard, the first stone came. It hit her square in the shoulder, a sharp sting that nearly made her stumble. She winced but kept her eyes down, walking faster. She knew better than to react. “Traitor!” came the jeering voice of a young boy. He couldn’t have been more than ten, but the venom in his voice was as bitter as any adult’s. The other children joined in, laughing and picki
Daniel and Tobias sat at the dining table, silence heavy between them after Emma and Gregory had left the house. The air around them was charged, and they both felt it, the tension that had been growing between them for days. Daniel stared at the remnants of breakfast on his plate, his mind elsewhere. Tobias, sitting across from him, was pretending to be distracted, but his eyes kept flicking back to Daniel, as if waiting for something to happen. "You're quiet today," Tobias said, breaking the silence, his voice low and smooth. Daniel raised an eyebrow, meeting Tobias's gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Am I?" Tobias leaned back in his chair, his eyes not leaving Daniel's face. "You know you are." Without saying another word, Daniel stood up from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. Tobias watched him, his eyes darkening as Daniel slowly walked around the table, closing the space between them. Tobias's breath hitched when Daniel stopped
Emma hummed softly as she wrapped herself in a robe after her shower. Her body felt refreshed, but she couldn't shake the sense of quiet unease that had settled over her. She had just put the babies to sleep in their cribs and was ready to wind down herself. Gregory had already left for his meeting, leaving the house still and peaceful. As Emma walked back to the nursery to check on the triplets, she stopped at Delilah's crib. Her heart skipped a beat. Delilah’s face was flushed, sweat beading on her small forehead. Her skin, once rosy, had turned a pale white, and she was burning hot to the touch. Panic gripped Emma instantly. "Delilah?" she whispered, gently lifting her from the crib. Her daughter’s body felt limp, heat radiating from her tiny frame. Emma’s breath quickened, her mind racing with all the worst possibilities. Without a second thought, she gathered Delilah in her arms, not caring that she was still in her robe, and bolted out of the nursery, down the stai
Gregory sat in his study, reviewing a stack of documents. The dim light cast shadows across his serious features, and the quiet hum of the room was broken by a knock on the door. He looked up, adjusting his posture slightly. "Come in," he called out, his tone firm but expectant. "Who is that?" The door creaked open, and Tobias stepped in, a casual smile on his face. "It took you long enough," Gregory remarked with a smirk, eyes narrowing playfully. "Well," Tobias chuckled, "I had to eat first. Coming to your office is like entering a dungeon—it's going to be a hell of torture." Gregory gave him a half-smile, motioning for Tobias to sit. Tobias dropped into the chair, leaning back comfortably as though he owned the place. "How are the kids, especially Delilah?" Tobias asked, genuine concern slipping into his playful tone. Gregory shook his head, his smile fading. "We're not talking about the kids right now." He folded his hands on the desk, his voice growing more serious. "T
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