Gregory led Emma down a secluded hallway, one that had once been used by the pack warriors but had long been abandoned. The space was silent, the air thick with unspoken anticipation. As they reached the end of the hallway, Gregory gently pressed Emma against the wall, his eyes filled with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. "Emma," he breathed, his voice low and hoarse with desire. "I can't wait any longer." Without hesitation, he bent down, his lips brushing over her neck before his teeth grazed the spot where her mark lay. The sensation made Emma gasp, a soft moan escaping her lips as the intensity between them grew. Gregory, overwhelmed by his impatience, tugged at her shorts, his hands working quickly as he pulled her close. His movements were hurried, his need palpable, but still, there was a tenderness in the way he touched her—an unspoken understanding between them. Emma’s breath quickened as he kissed her with a fervor that left her dizzy. The next th
Emma woke up and glanced at Gregory beside her, still fast asleep. His breathing was steady, and the sight of his toned, rippling muscles made her heart skip a beat. She smiled to herself, feeling a blush creep across her face as she giggled softly, feeling like a teenager in love. She carefully slipped out of bed, conscious of the fact that she was completely naked. Reaching for her robe, she slipped it on, but not before donning a set of delicate lingerie underneath.With a quiet sigh, she tied her robe and opened the door slowly, making sure not to disturb Gregory. She could already hear voices as she made her way downstairs, the unmistakable sound of Luna Essa, Gregory’s mother, along with a few other women, chatting amongst themselves.As Emma stepped into the living area, all the voices hushed, and she instantly felt a wave of heat flood her cheeks.Every eye was on her, and Luna Essa was the first to speak, her lips curling into a playful grin. "Well, well, look who’s decide
When Gregory finally finished and was eating, Emma shakily stood up from the bed, legs wobbly and barely supporting her. She watched him as he continued his breakfast, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Gregory, are you a monster?" she blurted out, still catching her breath. "I’ve lost count of how many times you—" she gestured, flustered. Gregory paused, raising an eyebrow. "Is there a problem? Or…do you need me to go outside and get more?” He smirked, eyes dancing with a playful glint. Emma narrowed her gaze at him, fighting back a smile. "Dare it if you can, but just know—you’re risking your life," she warned, though her expression softening. Gregory chuckled, shrugging as he took another bite of his toast, clearly unfazed. Emma sighed, heading to the shower to freshen up. When she finally emerged, her hair damp and skin refreshed, she glanced around the room—only to find Gregory gone. A flicker of worry crossed her face as she searched the room. Her heart began to race as she chec
Jerome strode through the park, directing warriors to different entry points with swift commands. “You, cover the east entrance. Watch for any unusual movement,” he barked, moving briskly to the next group. “Stay sharp, all of you. I don’t want a single gap in security.”After making his final rounds, Jerome returned to his home, expecting a meal waiting for him. He glanced at the empty table, his face hardening with irritation. “Katie!” he called, his voice echoing through the empty space. No response. “Katie!” he shouted again, louder this time, his patience wearing thin.Angrily, he stormed toward the maid quarters, shoving the door open, only to find the room empty. But then, a faint sound of retching reached his ears from the bathroom. His annoyance only deepened as he followed the sound, crossing his arms as he spotted Katie bent over the toilet, vomiting.“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, voice dripping with disdain. “Where is my breakfast?”Katie looked up, pale and e
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
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
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 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