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
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
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
Third Person Pov "Alpha, there seems to be a breach," Beta Tobias announced, barging into Alpha Gregory's office, his face etched with concern. The heavy oak door slammed against the wall, sending a reverberating thud through the room. Gregory didn't look up from his paperwork, his brow furrowing as he continued to write. "How serious is the threat?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with an unmistakable authority. The flicker of a candlelight illuminated his chiseled features, highlighting the tension in his jaw. "It's an omega, Alpha." Tobias's voice carried a trace of frustration, as if the words alone should have been enough to convey the gravity of the situation. "An omega?" Gregory says, finally looking up, his eyes meeting Tobias’s with a mix of disbelief and irritation. "Are you telling me that you, my Beta, can't handle a simple omega?" He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. Tobias had been his closest friend since childhood, someone who und
Gregory's PovNo, how could I meet my mate after so many years, only to discover I am mated to an omega, an omega? He thought angrily as he pushed away all the files on his office table. The papers scattered across the floor, some fluttering as they fell. His frustration turned into a storm of papers, emotions, and shattered expectations. "I asked for a real mate, and you gave me a burden. What wrong have I ever committed, huh? Tell me!" Gregory cried out, his voice echoing in the empty office, questioning the Moon Goddess's choice of mate for him. The room felt too small, suffocating under the weight of his discontent. Ever since he was eighteen, Gregory had waited patiently for his mate, constantly feeling a pang of sadness whenever a pack member came to register their bond. Each union felt like a taunt, a reminder of the bond he longed for. Now, at forty-one, the Moon Goddess finally decided to grace him with a mate—a weakling of an omega. It felt as if his patience and loy
Emma's Pov"Where am I?" Emma asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her eyes fixed on the woman with piercing green eyes who regarded her with a faint smile. "Oh, you are awake," the woman replied, her tone light yet inscrutable. Emma’s heart raced as confusion churned within her. She had expected to be dead or imprisoned, given that crossing the TMN pack’s borders was usually a death sentence, but here she was on a soft bed. Emma’s stomach tightened in fear as different scenarios crossed her mind. What if they were planning to use her as a sex machine, just like her father had done to her? The very thought made her stomach turn. She hadn’t crossed the borders on purpose. Days of wandering, weak from hunger, had made her desperate. When she had spotted some ripe bananas, a flicker of hope had ignited. She had planned to grab the bananas quickly and continue her escape. But as soon as she entered the area, she saw the pack warriors closing in. Panic exploded in her
Emma sat in the room waiting patiently for her mate, Gregory, as today was the day when they would accept the bond, and she felt really jittery. She had been sitting in the room for the past seven hours, and there was still no sight of her mate. Looking around the room, her eyes locked onto a picture that looked so much like her mate, who had made it a point of duty to avoid her all through the week he arrived here. Walking over to the picture, as she glided her fingers over the frame, her mate looked to be in his twenties. In this picture, he looked really happy and smiled brightly. How she wished he could smile at her this way. “What are you doing there?” The dominant tone of an Alpha's voice made her jump in fright. Turning to face the direction the voice had come from, which was at the entrance of the door, she saw the very man who had been avoiding her all week. She took her time to assess his rugged features: deep green eyes inherited from his mother, and a chiseled physiq
Third Person Pov "You are not to speak of this to anyone," Gregory growled at Emma, his voice low and dangerous. But Emma was too overwhelmed by her own rising desire to truly hear him. "When I talk to you, I expect a response," Gregory repeated, this time his hands trailing down to Emma’s waist, pulling her closer. He guided her toward the bed, gently laying her down. Emma’s eyes were glazed with lust as she gazed up at her Alpha, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Please, I need you, Alpha," Emma whimpered, her voice trembling as she tried to pull herself closer to Gregory, her body already responding to his presence. Gregory took his time, moving slowly up her body, leaving a trail of heated kisses on her flushed skin. He could practically taste her arousal in the air, thick and intoxicating. When he reached her lips, he captured them in a deep, searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up desire and anger into it. Emma moaned softly against his mouth, her hips instincti