Emily's POVThe sounds of arguing and discontent filled the cramped space of the storage room, grating against my pounding headache. Try as I might, I couldn't block out their voices, each one rising in a loud noise."I can't stay here any longer!""The attackers want the Alpha, not us! We should leave this place, you can't keep us trapped in here like a bunch of prisoners!"Through the noise, a stern voice cut through, scolding the restless crowd. "Quiet! The walls aren't soundproof, they will find us here, if you guys keep making a lot of noise, like kids, the rogue alpha has already wiped out a large number of the pack residents."Mustering what little strength I had, I forced my eyes open, my gaze settling on the doctor, his face set in a grave expression as he addressed the gathered pack members. Many sat on hastily arranged mats, their faces obscured by medical-grade masks."What makes you guys think you are special? His henchmen are looking for us," the doctor continued. "We ca
Alpha Michael’s POV"Open your eyes, you coward!" Marcus shouted, his face mere inches from mine.I squeezed my eyelids shut, unwilling to watch the torture happening before me. The tormented screams of Jasmine and Carol pierced the air, driving my wolf to the edge of madness.I felt the sharp stab of Marcus's claws against my skin as he forced my eyes open, the bright afternoon sun burning my retinas. And there, in front of me, were the monsters that were torturing two of the people I had come to care about.Carol and Jasmine, their heads being shoved again and again into a large, steaming pool. The henchmen, their grip tough, kept their hostages soaked for longer than the human body could endure.Jasmine's muffled cries reached me through the water, her wolf's pain searing into my very soul. I could feel the razor-sharp claws bursting forth from my fingertips, my wolf howling for revenge.But I remained paralyzed, trapped in this waking nightmare, unable to act. Marcus's taunting vo
Emily’s POVThe storage room had grown dark as night fell, throwing gloomy shade across the confined space. Michael and Nicholas still had not returned, and an intense sense of unease had settled over the gathered pack members.I moved alongside the doctor, distributing water and canned foods to the anxious servants seated on the floor. As I approached the leader of the warriors, our eyes met, and I felt the kind of cold that had nothing to do with the weather. I wished I could avoid him, but duty compelled me to continue with my task.Extending a water bottle and can of food, I braced myself for another confrontation. The warrior snatched the items from my grasp, his expression consumed with anger."Is this some sick joke? You think just one can will be enough for me?" he snapped. "I'm not on the same level as these lowlifes. Give me more, now that I am asking nicely."I shook my head, forcing myself to remain calm. "We need to ration the supplies. As a leader, you should understand
Emily’s POVThe doctor rushed to Michael's side, quickly searching for his pulse. "Uh, he is alive, just unconscious," he reported. "We need to resuscitate him, he just passed out temporarily."The warrior leader approached, urging me not too gently. "Well, don't just sit there, whore. Do it, it's not like you haven't kissed him or his brother before."I swallowed hard, hating the man but knowing I couldn't afford to provoke him further. Toughening my nerves, I leaned over Michael, whispering a silent prayer before pressing my lips to his in a desperate attempt to revive him.His dry, cracked lips felt foreign against mine, but I pushed past the discomfort, exhaling deeply into his mouth. I repeated the process, pausing only to press my hands against his still chest, pushing with all my might.Finally, Michael gasped, coughing up a mouthful of blood as his eyes flew open. For a moment, he simply stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, to my surprise, he reached up, cradling my
Alpha Michael's POV A frown of concern creased my brow as I watched Sarah cling desperately to my right hand, her eyes struggling to open. She was lying on a small mat, her body extremely cold and her skin pale. "Nick?" she rasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that you?""Yes, it's me," I replied, leaning in closer to her. "Uh, please let me carry you out of here."She sniffed the air, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Your voice... your scent—it's different, are you really my Nick?"A small whimper escaped her lips, and I felt my heart clench. Why hadn't she and my mother gained consciousness like the others? Was it because of Sarah's pregnancy?I couldn't waste any more time. If Nicholas was... dead, I shuddered at the thought. I needed to get Sarah to safety after my mother, so she could bring the next generation of our pack into the world. Bracing myself, I moved to lift her, but she suddenly lashed out, her fangs sinking into the flesh of my hand. I flinched, pain cut
Emily's POV Carol grabbed me by the arm, shoving me roughly towards the waiting truck that was outside the packhouse. "Get in and drive," she commanded, her tone serious. "The other pack members are already inside, not all but the ones I was able to find after all the mess."I gripped the steering wheel, hesitating for a moment. "But Michael and his family are still inside, including my pregnant best friend," I protested. "I—I can’t just leave them behind, and to make matters worse, I haven’t driven a truck before.""Michael is an Alpha, he will be able to protect his family. I am staying back to help him. And as for the driving thing, I have got that covered," Carol snapped, waving someone forward.To my greatest surprise, the warrior leader stepped up, shoving Carol aside as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Hold on tight, sweetheart," he sneered. "This is a job for a real man, not some joke of a woman."I bristled, folding my arms across my chest. "I hate when you open your mout
Emily’s POVBefore I could catch up to Michael, a person wearing thick battle armor appeared out of nowhere, knocking Michael away from James just as he was about to stab him."What the hell?" Michael shouted, his fist colliding with the armored stranger's face.The person flinched, spitting onto the ground before retaliating with a hard punch that sent Michael staggering backward. I couldn't make out who it was, but the familiarity of his silhouette nagged at me.As the two men grappled on the concrete floor, the stranger gained the upper hand, twisting Michael's hand and causing the little dagger to slip from his grasp. Seizing the opportunity, the stranger rained down blows on my friend's face, Michael struggling helplessly beneath his assault.Michael’s head snapped to the right, blood gushing from his nose holes. But the stranger didn’t stop punching him repeatedly, across the face. It was as if he wanted to kill him, and my heart kicked up a notch."Stop!" I cried, rushing towar
Emily’s POVIt had been a month since our traumatic escape from the packhouse, yet the weight of it all still lingered. I hadn't seen Robert since he stayed behind to fight for us, and the fate of my son Winston continued to prey on my mind, I didn’t know where he was."It’s not your fault, Robert didn’t tell us which daycare he kept him," Artemis said in my mind. "I am sure he is being taken good care of.""But... we can’t be so sure. What kind of a mother am I? That I don’t know where my own child is?" I lamented, and shut her away, before she could utter another word, she didn’t understand how it feels to be a mother.Tonight, I took comfort in the cool hold of the river, hoping the gentle caress of the water might ease the pain I was going through. But as I bathed under the bright moonlight, the peacefulness was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps.Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around my chest, sinking deeper into the water until only my head remained above the wate
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