Emma’s POVWhen I open my eyes, a man stands beside the bed, looking straight at me.He dresses in boots and camouflage and carries a backpack. Who is he?I swear surprise must be written all over my face before my eyes travel around him."Richard Bondo," he says, touching his grey hair. It takes me a moment to process this."What?""That is my name.""I... I didn't ask your name," I say, finally able to breathe out."I think you need to know it, though."I don't know him. What a cocky old man, I think. Or cooked, rather. "What would I need your name for? I never met you before." I pretend to be quiet when I'm most agitated."Sorry," he grins apologetically.I stare at this man. He is much older than William, who saved my life. He is very tall and deeply muscular, which shows through his dirty clothing and his posture: a stronger werewolf."You're studying me," he says."I am.""Are you going to tell me a good reason for that?""Nope."Another pause. I watch the dark green glint of hi
Emma’s POVAs the jet lands on a small island, I look down from the air and notice faint, pale golden paths that led to a brilliantly lit airport."We are going to land on our home," says Dad.Looking out the window, I see a group of people standing nearby, standing in strict formation, densely pack."With such bright lights and so many people, what are they doing?" I ask nervously.Dad replies, "These people belong to the private security team and are here to welcome my arrival."Holy shit! My dad is a powerful man with his army team.Suddenly, I feel a bit uneasy and ask him a question. "How can you be sure that I am really your daughter?"After all, I have no memories, I just look like his wife. The only evidence can be my blood genes. But for now, he didn't have my blood genes to compare with his...In other words, all of this is just his speculation, not completely certain. If I'm not really his daughter...Will he kill me?"You'll know why I’m one hundred percent sure when you m
Jack’s POVI take a deep breath before knocking on the office door. It has been four days since we lost Emma. Right now, Jordy is heartbroken, and my attempts to cheer him up have been in vain. He doesn't want to see anyone, not even me. However, there is an emergency he needs to deal with.Knock. Knock. Knock."Not in the mood. Leave me alone," Jordy snaps, giving me his answer."It's Jack. Someone is looking for you. The Alpha Icyn who runs the business with us," I inform him."Sorry, come in," he sighs.I enter his office swiftly. He lies on the sofa, staring at the wall. I approach his sofa and hand him a glass of lemonade.His face looks pale, and it seems like he had another rough night, probably drowning his sorrows in drinks and tears.This is not his usual self."Sorry to bother you, Alpha Jordy. We still haven't found Emma," I say."Same shitty news, different day," he responds.Jordy and I both know that if he loses his mate, every pack member will realize that he is essent
Emma's POVI'm pretty happy at being surrounded by my family. Dad says I touch my nose as soon as I even think of lying. My big brother Elton jokes about the time I wrote absence notes for myself after going shopping."Dear dad and brothers," Elton read. "Please excuse Emma from today's dinner as I'm poor with women's problems."Dad had struggled to keep a serious face even while he was supposed to be tearing a strip off me.We spent the next couple of days trying to know each other better, cooking together in the galley kitchen, and I was already discovering new things about Elton. Like, he is good at cooking turkey.At night I slept in a huge room with seven maids looking after me. I felt like living in the heaven. But today, before I drop off to sleep, I'm lost in my thoughts.I feel a little uncomfortable, and being a werewolf, we rarely get sick.And the worst thing is, my period still hasn't come this month. Austin and Jordy never wore condoms every time we had sex.Many questio
Jordy's POVAm I in a dream? I ask myself.It's a glorious afternoon, the sort of sunny, breezy day that makes me want to take off my hat, gloves and coat.Emma's hand is clasped in my lap. I turn my head to look at her now and again, even through it makes her frown.An artist sits not far from us, I can see he is painting our family.Emma holds a very small baby, an infant cherub.Wait, baby? Whose baby? Mine? And what is her name?"Louisa, stop eating your fingers." Emma touches the baby's hair.I lower my head and notice Louisa looking at me, which makes my heart clench in paternal adoration each time my baby coos or grips one of my fingers in her little fist."How old is she?" I ask Emma.She frowns her eyebrows again, "you forgot about it? She is three years old."Our gold-haired three-year-old, Luisa, cuddled between me and my wife Emma on a blue-colored picnicking blanket, content to play with her toy dolls.And next to me, a small boy squirms with restlessness on my other side
Barbara's POVIf I killed Maura, Austin would marry me, right? "Hey, wake up!" Someone shakes my body violently, I open my eyes from a deep sleep and groan as the pain from my wounds pierces through my sleep.I sleep on a mat laid on the top of a haystack. Rest has been elusive lately, as they provided no clean blanket to keep me warm or enough food to satisfy my hunger.In the darkness, a man holds a knife and wears a big smile.The knife had a blade finer and sharper than any razor. If it slices a warrior, he might not even know he has been cut, not immediately.I can tell he has slaughtered many werewolves, both the blade and the handle were wet."Who are you?" I ask, my gaze fixes on his knife."My name is Albert, I come here to help you get out of here. Your enemy Emma is still alive, but she won't be returning."His words shock me, widening my eyes in disbelief."That pathetic worm is alive? I push her off the cliff!""Yes. You'd better hurry up, there is no time to talk about
Emma’s POVIt's a quarter to ten, and my brother Elton plans to take me out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate the fact that he is going to be an uncle.We talk about names for my kids and how excited our dad and brothers are.I bite my lip and ask him, "Elton, do you think I should contact Jordy and Austin and tell them about it?""I don't know," he says."You were an eighteen-year-old girl when Jordy wrecked your life. And Jordy is a playboy; he owes you the security of marriage. For him, marriage has to be a life sentence."I furrow my eyebrows; I don't understand why Elton doesn't like Jordy."He is my partner, and he proposed to me. We're going to get married."Elton shakes his head. "Your real family, Dad, your two brothers, will provide you and the twins with a safe haven and the recognition they need for a better life.""But I love them, and they love me. They will be happy when they hear I'm pregnant.""I'm sure, Emma... Did they call you or try to contact you recently?""Han
Emma's POVSadness, dizziness, pain, and blood...Where am I?"Jordy!" I gasp, sitting up with his name on my lips. Opening my eyes, I blink, feeling as if I've been sleeping for a year.I find myself lying in darkness, surrounded by the early morning hours. As someone pulls back the curtains, warm blankets are piled on me.My head spins with the movement, and my stomach lurches, causing waves of nausea.Turning to my left, I see my brother Elton sleeping beside me, a blanket pulled up over his legs.Where am I? And why do I feel so groggy?And then the memories flood back, crashing like a car wreck. I remember Jordy saving my life, and Austin pulling Jordy's body out of the car. I recall someone wiping my forehead and whispering something."You're awake!" Elton says nervously, gripping my hand firmly.Elton remains by my side, visibly exhausted from lack of sleep, and as soon as he sees me waking up, he firmly holds my hand."Water..." I rasp.He quickly picks up a glass of water nea