Alpha Michael’s POVLast night…I watched in grim silence as Nicholas poked the lifeless body of the rogue leader, his brow furrowed in alarm."He is dead," Nicholas reported, glancing up at me. "Why did you have to kill him? Now, how are we supposed to find your mate? When will you stop making bad decisions? You were never cut out to be an Alpha anyway."I simply smirked, walking across the lake towards the fallen criminal. Shoving my gun back into the waistband of my pants, I knelt beside the corpse, taking in the wide, staring eyes and the blood that leaked into the crystal-clear water."Get his body away from the lake," I ordered, gesturing to the small hole where the red blood was oozing in. "I don't want his filth contaminating the water."Nicholas obediently lifted the body onto his shoulders, grunting with the effort. "I will give him a quick burial," he muttered. "The scumbag doesn't deserve anything more."As my second-in-command disappeared into the forest, I glanced down a
Emily’s POV"When will Daddy Robert wake up, Mommy?" Winston inquired, stirring me from my restless sleep.Blinking the drowsiness from my eyes, I turned to see my son standing by the hospital bed, a plush toy clutched in his small hands. Hastily wiping the drool from my face, I pulled him onto my lap, our gazes settling on Robert's body."I don't know, sweetheart," I murmured, my heart clenching at the sight of his bandaged, coal-marked body. "But he is going to be alright, I'm sure of it, he has always been a fighter."Winston's lips puckered in a pout, and he reached up to brush the tears I hadn't even realized were sliding down my cheeks. "Don't cry, Mommy," he soothed. "Didn’t you say that Daddy Robert was going to be fine? Are you lying to me?"Before I could respond, he continued, his brow furrowing. "When are you going to make him my real daddy?" he asked, his voice tinted with a child's simple longing. "All the other kids at school have a mommy and daddy, but I only have you
Emily’s POVI tumbled across the bed as the warriors and Robert descended into a brutal fight. The men wrestled and grunted, fists flying as they fought to gain the upper hand."Don't hurt him!" I cried, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. One warrior landed a violent blow to Robert's face, blood spraying from his split lip.The room had fallen into utter chaos, with medical equipment and furniture scattered about the mess. The air was thick with the disgusting odor of sweat and the bright red trace of blood.My blood turned to ice when I realized that someone was behind me, but before I could move, I felt his hot breath against my earlobe. "Going somewhere?" Michael's voice boomed in my ear.I tried to run, but his iron grip encircled my waist, yanking me back against his muscular body. His large hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my cries."You are coming with me, whether you like it or not, little Omega," he growled, his hot breath fanning my cheek.Every fiber of my being rebelled a
Emily’s POVI felt hot tears roll down my cheeks, the humiliation and pain of the past few years crashing over me. My mind was spinning, the memory of James’s maltreatment, his refusal to protect me, was still fresh in my mind. I didn't want to give in, but I knew that if I resisted, he would only grow angrier."Don't cry, little Omega," he cooed, his breath hot against my skin. "If you divorce Robert and become my mate, I will make you the Luna of the Demontail Pack like you have always wanted. I can make you, my Luna."I shook my head vigorously, the thought of him touching me making my stomach churn. "Stop! Don't call me that, I'm not your luna."He pulled back slightly, his gaze burning into mine. "You will always be my Luna. Whether you like it or not, I am your Alpha, and you belong to me. James will have to share you, if he can’t, I will have to kill him."Before I could reply, his lips crashed against mine once more, his hands roaming over my body possessively. His touch was r
Alpha Michael’s POVThe borders of the sack were suffocating, the persistent motion of the truck leaving my back aching and my mouth as dry as the desert. I cursed my own recklessness, the wolfsbane I had heartlessly stuffed into Emily's sack now weighing heavily on my conscience.As the truck ground to a halt, the sound of the door creaking open had me tensing. A pair of harsh flashlight rays swept across the shipment, finally settling on my sack.One of the guards I had tasked with this work approached, a knife clutched in his hand. With a few quick slashes, the ropes binding me fell away, and I stood up, cracking my stiff neck and limbs.The guard eyed me with obvious concern. "Alpha, are you alright? We are finally out of the Glasslake pack, it was hard getting past the securities without getting searched, but our boss was able to get them to turn a blind eye."I simply grunted in response, accepting the bottle of water he offered. Gulping it down greedily, I glanced towards Emily
Emily’s POVThe sound of thundering footsteps shoved me awake, my entire body aching with a dull, throbbing pain. Puzzled, I shifted across the unfamiliar bed, squinting against the darkness that filled the room.Before I could fully gather my bearings, a stream of cold water came pouring down, soaking through my clothes and bed clothes. I jumped up with a startled yelp, my gaze snapping towards the shadowy person using the now-empty bucket."What the hell?" I demanded, wrapping my arms around myself. "Who the fuck are you? Why did you do that?""You should be grateful it was just water," a familiar voice hissed. The person stepped forward, and I felt my stomach crash as I recognized the crushing glare of Mrs. Blackwood. "If I had my way, it would have been acid."I stiffened at her bitter tone, a fresh wave of anger crashed over me. "How dare you!" I snapped. "How can you treat me like a piece of shit? Do you think I wanted to be here in the first place? I would rather be in the dang
Emily’s POVThe sight that greeted me through the glass panel stole the breath from my lungs, a sharp sting of pain shooting through my chest. There, chained to the bed, was a massive white wolf—its fur knotted and yellow eyes wild with fury. It could only be one person."J-James," I breathed, the realization hitting me on the head like a lead pipe.Beside me, Michael placed a steadying hand on the small of my back as I staggered, threatening to collapse to the floor."Easy, there," he murmured, his gaze trained on the tortured wolf before us. "The doctors are doing everything they can to bring him back to his normal state."I could only stare in mute horror as the medical staff moved with purpose, attaching various tubes and electrodes to the wolf's body. Suddenly, the head physician picked up a set of menacing-looking metal spikes, mouthing a word that sent a chill down my spine."Charge."With a shock the wolf shuddered, its body wrecked by violent shocks. The disturbing sound of i
Alpha Michael’s POVI stood in the courtyard, the cool night air doing little to crush the rumbling frustration bubbling inside me. Beside me, Emily listened carefully as the doctor narrated the latest developments regarding my brother."No one can go near him." I interrupted, furrowing my brow. "That's precisely why I hired you—to find a way to bring him back so people can go near him, especially his family."The man winced, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Alpha Michael, you just... wouldn't understand. We are still trying our best, but it's proving incredibly difficult." He paused, his expression darkening. "He has become a wild, dangerous beast. The chains have had to be replaced three times today alone."Emily moved closer, her face filled with a mix of concern and defiance. "How can he be dangerous when he is confined in that room?" she challenged.The doctor sighed heavily. "That's just it, the restraints may not be enough. He..." He hesitated, his Adam's apple bobbing as he s
Emily’s POVThree months had passed since that fateful night, and as I sat before the decorative dressing mirror, my heart raced with a combination of excitement and anxiety. Sarah and Mrs. Blackwood hovered around me, meticulously arranging my veil and fussing over the details of my gown."You are stressing me out, you two!" I huffed, rolling my eyes. "The maids could have finished this just fine, but no, you had to step in."Sarah hissed, gently smoothing the delicate lace. "Nonsense! I promised I would help with your wedding prep, and I'm not backing down now." Her warm smile was a far cry from the cold indifference she had once shown me. "After all, I have been your mother since middle school, Emmy."I had to fight back the tears that threatened to spill, staining my carefully applied makeup. I had promised myself I wouldn't cry today, this was my moment to beam with joy as I walked down the aisle to my beloved James.A soft knock at the door announced a new arrival, and I looked
Emily’s POV"Now it's your turn to have fun," James said as he guided me to the bed and made me lay down on the bed on my back.My mate came on top of me and started kissing, pushing his tongue as far as it would go into my mouth while rubbing his hand all over my tits with his hand. With him on top of me, my breasts and nipples rubbed against his hard chest as their hands worked up and down my naked body. James moved his head down my body, licking at my breasts, sucking my nipples, and nibbling at my stomach and torso as he lowered down between my legs. He pulled me to the edge of the bed as he got on his knees with his face between my legs, then held the waistband of my panties and pulled them down from my waist.I arched my back off the bed so he could slide my panties off my waist and out of my legs. He took a hold of my leg and placed it on his shoulder, with my flower exposed to his view. I blushed sheepishly, knowing he could see my wet pussy.I gasped, and my whole body tense
Emily’s POVFour days had passed since I had come running back to the Demontail Packhouse, my heart's only desire to reunite with my beloved James. And now, I found myself pacing anxiously outside the private clinic room, my fingers wringing together as I expected news of Winston's condition.The surgery had been underway for hours, and my legs ached from the endless watch. Sinking to my knees, I stared at the wooden door, silently willing it to open to bring me news of my son's wellbeing.The soft fall of footsteps had me glancing up, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as James approached, his warm gaze finding mine. Wordlessly, he dropped down beside me, wrapping a comforting arm around my shoulders and pressing a tender kiss to my cheek."How is the surgery going?" he murmured, his voice filled with concern.I shook my head helplessly. "I don't know yet, but I can't think straight."Giving my hand a reassuring squeeze, James met my gaze steadily. "Our son is going to be alrigh
Emily’s POVI couldn't control the steady stream of tears that fell down my cheeks as Robert encircled me in a comforting hug. I stood before my grandfather's freshly dug grave, the cold October wind whipping through the funeral hall as mourners gathered behind me.So many unfamiliar faces had come to pay their respects, yet my focus remained fixed only on the ornate casket that held my beloved grandfather's earthly remains. I remembered the last time he had hired bodyguards to protect me from Robert and couldn't help but wonder what had become of them.My grandfather had been the father I had never truly known, the one who had scolded my own father for cruelly chasing me out, who had showered me with affection and sympathy. It was that very favoritism that had driven the block between us, my father's hatred decaying like a poison.Robert's hand gently guided me as I placed the bouquet of lily-of-the-valley, my grandfather's favorite flowers, on top the casket. I tried to pull away, d
Alpha James’s POVI refused to accept Emily's rejection, I couldn’t. Rising to my feet, I chased after her, reaching out to grasp her hand. But she yanked it free, turning to face me. Her gaze was thoughtfully averted, her shoulders tense."Is it true?" I demanded, and my heart slammed against my ribcage with alarming force. "Tell me you were just joking, that you don't mean it."Emily's lips thinned into a tight line. "Denial won't solve anything. I'm sorry for leading you on before when you were just regaining your senses. The doctor said you needed love and guidance, but I'm done with you and Michael. I want nothing more to do with either of you." Her doctor said you needed love and guidance, but I'm done with you and Michael. voice remained surprisingly calm despite the heartbreak. "Thank you for coming back for me, but I didn’t really need your help."Hot tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke, her voice spiked with a finality that pierced me to the core. "It's better if you r
Alpha James's POVThe minutes went by like an eternity as the noxious gas finally began to clear from the packhouse. Michael and I were left crawling on the hard floor, our bodies smashed with weakness.Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps reached my ears. Summoning the last of my strength, I lifted my gaze to see Marcus striding towards us, his face covered by a protective mask."You could have prevented all this," he remarked, squatting down in front of me. "If only you had come to me earlier and made a deal."He leaned in closer, his foul breath fanning across my face. "But now that the gas is out there, wiping out the rest of your pack...you are going to tell me where all the money is."I struggled to push myself up, glaring defiantly at him. "I will tell you nothing, prick. My pack is ruined, damaged beyond repair. I have nothing left to return to." I spat the words with frustration. "I hate you more than life itself. I will take pleasure in killing you and tasting your b
Author’s POVThe first crow's call pierced the pre-dawn air, awakening the Demontail Pack members from their sleep. In the campsite, warriors sharpened their weapons, readying themselves for the coming war.Sarah, Mrs. Blackwood, and Geneva worked in the kitchen, distributing the precious cure to the waiting pack members. The bitter liquid elicited comical expressions as it was consumed, but the urgency of their job allowed no room for fun."The alpha and the warriors at the lake need some cure too!" A warrior shouted, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.Geneva gathered some glasses onto a tray in her hand and shouted back. "I’m on it!"She rushed outside the border of the campsite towards the lake, where Alpha James and the other warriors were bathing naked. The sun was beaming and directing down rays on the water, making it shine and sparkle as she approached. The other warriors were splashing around, having a good time, as they laughed and joked. She couldn't help but sta
Author's POVThe lush greenery of the park surrounded Emily and Jessica as they sat side by side on the bench, their children playing melodiously on the grassy floor. Jessica's voice was abnormally soft as she addressed the youngsters."You are all family now, so no fighting or bullying, alright?"The twins and Winston looked up in surprise but quickly resumed their game, sharing toys and laughter. Emily felt tears well in her eyes as she watched the kids play, Jessica's words stirring up emotions she had long suppressed.Sensing her distress, Jessica turned to her, her expression somber. "Um, I know the past five years have been hard on you," she murmured. "The bullying, the loneliness—even my own mother didn't shed a tear for me when I was brutally raped by those rogue wolves. She made it look like it was my fault, I got kidnapped and she told me to get rid of the twins."Emily opened her mouth to respond, but Jessica raised a hand, silencing her. Slowly, she slid off the bench, kne
Author’s POVThe once-lively park now sat in a sad, strange silence, different from the carefree days of the past. Emily gazed around the unhappy surroundings, her eyes resting on her son, who sat beside her on the bench, completely engrossed in playing with the Spiderman figurines Robert had given him.A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she watched him, so oblivious to the darkness that had fallen upon their pack. Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew the phone and wanted poster she'd borrowed from the daycare. Emily’s own face stared back at her, a stupid reminder that she was now a wanted criminal in her pack.Fingers trembling slightly, she dialed the Packhouse landline number printed at the bottom, her heart pounding against her ribs like a hammer as the line rang. On the second ring, a familiar voice answered."Carol, it's me, Emily!" She shouted urgently. "I need you to give the phone to your husband; I have some information for him!"But Carol's response was strong. "N