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
Emma's POV When I woke up the next morning, my entire body throbbed with a dull, relentless ache. It felt as though I had spent the night curled up on the cold, hard floor, and in truth, I had slept on the floor. The memory of Alpha Gregory sending me out of his room was still fresh, a bitter reminder that he had not accepted me. The red moon pool had drained me, left me aching for my mate, but there was nothing I could do. The bond between us was as real as the pain coursing through my veins, but without his acceptance, it was as if I was clawing at the walls of an impenetrable fortress, trapped in a limbo of unfulfilled longing. Luna Essa had woken me. Her presence was quiet, understanding. She hadn't said a word about the night before, but her eyes told me she knew. Maybe it was the way my limbs moved sluggishly, or the defeated look I must have worn like a mask. Either way, she didn’t press me for details, and I was grateful for that. Now, I stood beside he
Emma's POV The dining area was already buzzing with energy by the time I arrived. Alphas from other packs were seated around the grand table, their voices mingling in low conversation as they waited for the meal to begin. The air was thick with the scent of power and dominance, a mix of scents that marked the presence of so many strong wolves in one place. I had tried to look for him—my Alpha. I could sense him, his scent lingering faintly in the air, teasing me with its proximity. But no matter where I looked, he was nowhere to be found. It was as if he was intentionally avoiding me, keeping his distance despite the bond that pulled at both of us. My heart ached with the knowledge, but who could I blame? After last night, it was clear that he wanted nothing to do with me, and I was left to navigate this gathering alone. With a sigh, I found a seat among the other omega, their polite chatter barely registering as I sat down. The table was set, the food arranged
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