Emma's POV Gregory’s words hit me like a slap, sharp and sudden. “Have I not told you to stay away from me? What is this you're doing?" His voice, cold and distant, sliced through the air like a winter breeze, sending a chill down my spine. My heart twisted in my chest, each beat heavier than the last. I tried to hold the plate steady, but my hands betrayed me, trembling under the weight of his disdain. The Omega next to him—tall, confident—stepped forward. Her smile, sickly sweet, didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, are you okay? Hope everything is fine. Hope everything is good,” she chirped, her tone laced with false concern. Her eyes sparkled with something I recognized too well: satisfaction. She was enjoying this. I lowered my gaze, stepping back. She had every right to be so close to Gregory, to touch him without fear. Unlike me. I had no claim, no ground to stand on. Gregory’s glare was enough to make me feel small, a shadow barely worth acknowledging. I said nothing. M
Emma's Pov I hesitated at the doorway of the pack house, my feet rooted to the ground. I could still hear the laughter and chatter inside, the sound of celebration buzzing through the air. I wanted nothing more than to stay outside, away from all of it. But Luna Essa’s grip on my arm tightened, her determination unwavering. “Come on, Emma,” she urged, pulling me gently but firmly. “You’re part of this now. No more hiding.” “I-I don’t think—” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. But she was already dragging me toward the entrance, her steps decisive. The moment we stepped inside, the noise swallowed me whole. The room was filled with people, Omegas and Betas from other packs, all gathered to congratulate Alpha Gregory on finding his mate. I felt my stomach twist, the weight of their ignorance pressing down on me. They didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know that Gregory had rejected me, that he didn’t want me. I kept my head down, trying to avoid eye contact with an
Emma's Pov "We are just going to the mall," one of the omegas with red hair dared to voice out.But with one sharp look from Alpha Gregory, she immediately fell silent."Mother, can you tell me where you're taking my mate?" Gregory's voice was cold yet controlled as he stared at Luna Essa, waiting for a response.Luna Essa, however, took her time, pretending not to notice his intensity. When she finally spoke, I wished she hadn’t."So now, you think she's your mate? Gregory, I thought you were adamant about not accepting her. Why the sudden change?" Luna Essa questioned, raising an eyebrow in amusement.For a long moment, Gregory just stared at her, his eyes filled with frustration. He clenched his jaw before finally replying, his voice laced with irritation. "Mother, I am not in the mood for this right now."Without waiting for a response, Gregory's gaze shifted to me, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. The room felt smaller, quieter, as if no one else
Emma's Pov As Gregory’s lips brushed against mine, my entire body stiffened with a sudden rush of heat. It was like a spark igniting something primal deep inside me, a force I couldn’t control. My breath hitched, my heart pounding against my chest. I should have stopped him. I knew I should. But the moment his touch found me, all sense of reason began to unravel. “Alpha... we need to stop,” I barely whispered, my voice shaky. I wanted to be firm, to sound like I meant it, but my resolve was fading with every passing second. My wolf, buried deep within me, whimpered softly, betraying the growing desire that was quickly taking over. He didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. Gregory lifted his hand and pressed a single finger to my lips, silencing me with a touch so light, yet it felt like it had the weight of the world. His eyes bore into mine, dark and intense, and I found myself unable to look away. His gaze seemed to consume me, drawing me in, and a deep, shuddering b
Gregory's Pov The moment I saw her walk into the pack’s living room in that red dress, I was bewitched. The fabric clung to her curves, showing off every line, every delicate shape. She was stunning, the kind of beauty that made everyone stop and stare—but it was more than that for me. That dress defined her so well that I felt a surge of possessiveness rise up in me. From the second she stepped in, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She didn’t see me at first, but I watched as she looked around, her gaze searching. I knew exactly who she was looking for—me. A part of me felt satisfaction at that, but the other part was frustrated because she had no idea what she did to me. I tried to focus, tried to concentrate on the conversations happening around me, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was her. And then she spoke to him, that Alpha. The annoyance burned through me instantly. What could she possibly be talking to him about? I clenched my fists, feeling the irritati
Gregory's Pov I sat there, my head in my hands, my thoughts a tangled mess. My mother had already reached the door, ready to leave, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I don’t understand,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just wish she hadn’t been with someone else before me.” She paused, hand on the doorknob, and slowly turned back. Her eyes softened, but I could still see the disappointment in them. I couldn’t bring myself to look up; instead, I kept my gaze on the floor, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. “I’ve never felt like this before,” I continued, the words spilling out now. “Every time I try to get closer to her, the thought of someone else touching her drives me insane. It’s like I’m losing control, and I don’t know what to do.” My mother sighed and walked back toward me. She didn’t sit, but I could feel her presence right in front of me. “Gregory, I raised you better than this,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “I rais
Emma's Pov I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in the oversized bedroom. It felt suffocatingly unfamiliar, so much larger and more luxurious than the cramped room I had grown up in under my father’s roof. A lump formed in my throat as memories of that time came flooding back—the memories of what he had done, the pain he had caused me. My father, the man who should have protected me, had sold me off to those half-heirs. I was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted games, forced to endure their cruel advances. They came without warning, without care for my refusal or struggles. Whether I fought or screamed, they did as they pleased, inflicting agony every time they touched me. Some would slap me, others punched me until I was black and blue, laughing as I lay broken on the floor. Each visit left new scars, both visible and hidden deep inside me. They enjoyed watching me crumble, feeding off my helplessness. A tear slipped down my cheek at t
Gregory's Pov I stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of Emma’s body in my arms. My eyes fluttered open, and I realized we had fallen asleep together. She had cried herself to sleep after I had tried to comfort her, and now here we were, tangled in each other. I gazed down at her, her head resting softly against my chest, her breathing steady and peaceful. For the first time, I was able to really look at her. The soft, delicate features of her face caught my attention. She had long lashes that brushed against her cheeks as she slept, and under her left eye, there was a faint scar—one I hadn’t noticed before. My fingers moved almost involuntarily, tracing the small scar gently, feeling the ridges of her skin. I wondered how she got it and what pain it might have caused her. A strange pull started inside me. I could feel an urge to kiss her, to close the small distance between us, but I fought against it. She was so vulnerable, and I knew this wasn’t the right ti
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