Author’s POVRobert forced his way through the busy kitchen, shoving maids aside as he made a beeline for the small storage room."Excuse me, coming through," he barked, reckless of the protests that followed him."Wait, you can’t go in there, that’s a private—"Reaching the door, he pulled it open and slipped inside, quickly closing it behind him and locking it. Bringing the phone to his ear, he braced himself as the familiar number flashed across the screen.The orphanage owner's voice was filled with distress as he delivered the news. "Why haven’t you been answering my calls? Your son's condition has worsened. If you don't get a doctor to operate on him soon, I'm afraid..."Robert cut him off, his grip tightening around the phone. "Do whatever it takes, to keep him alive," he growled. "I will send more money. Just make sure he gets the care he needs, you can look for a doctor on my behalf."The man's response was filled with frustration. "Money isn't the solution here, Mr. Robert.
Author’s POVRobert followed Carol down the dimly lit corridors, his eyes running about nervously, ensuring no one had spotted them. The sound of his wet footsteps echoed against the walls, the patter of rain a nonstop backdrop.At last, they reached a solid wooden door. Carol quickly brought out a key, glancing around before unlocking the door and pushing it open and leading Robert inside. The room was covered in darkness, the only light coming from the narrow sliver of light that filtered in from the hallway."Stay close," Carol murmured, reaching out to tug the door shut behind them.Blinded by total blackness, Robert felt the woman move past him, the sound of rustling footsteps signaling her movement. Suddenly, the room was bathed in soft light as she pulled a white cloth off one of the mysterious shapes that scattered the room.Beneath the cloth, rows upon rows of large plastic containers came into view. Robert's brow furrowed as Carol turned to him, a delighted shine in her eyes
Author’s POVThe roads leading to the Demontail Packhouse were a muddied mess, the heavy rainstorm of the previous night having left its mark. Nevertheless, Emily continued walking, her bare feet sinking into the wet sand with each step.Hunger troubled her empty stomach, her body growing weaker with every passing moment. But she was driven by a singular purpose, to ensure her son's wellbeing and, if possible, secure her own freedom by reuniting with Robert.As the huge gates of the packhouse came into view, Emily's determined walk faltered. A group of warriors stood guard, their voices raised in a noisy celebration."Open the gates!" one shouted. "The truck's about to go out!"Curiosity got the better of Emily as she moved closer, looking through the open gate. Her jaw slightly dropped in surprise as she spotted, Marcus next to the truck, in a deep conversation with Nicholas. Her breath caught in her throat. Nicholas, alive?Forgetting caution, she opened her mouth, ready to call out
Author’s POVEmily woke up with a pounding headache, her vision blurry as she pushed herself upright in the unfamiliar bed. Glancing around, she found herself in a lightly furnished room, a single door and restricted window the only means of escape.Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Emily made her way to the door, grasping the knob and pulling. To her surprise, it was unlocked. But as she began to walk out, without looking ahead of her, she bumped into a solid wall—that was someone’s chest.Wincing, she stretched out her neck upwards, her breath catching in her throat as she recognized the familiar face of Nicholas.Before she could utter a word, his large hand clamped over her mouth, and he shoved her roughly back into the room, slamming the door behind them. Emily's back collided with the wooden surface, and she found herself trapped, Nicholas's body trapping her in.His other hand braced above her head, and Nicholas fixed her with an unreadable gaze. "Listen to me," he mu
Author’s POVRobert gazed down at the twin children, their wide eyes and contagious grins instantly tugging at his heartstrings. Jessica's children—a boy and a girl—have brown locks that mirror the image of their mother's.Mr. Parker quickly shushed the kids, waving them away. "Shush, go away, I have told you, little troublemakers, times without number to stop calling everyone you see 'Daddy'! You know your mother isn't married."But the children refused to budge, looking up at Robert with uncontrolled adoration. "If you want to marry Mommy, we would love it!" the girl beamed.The older man's expression soured. "Naughty kids! Go away, or I won't let you have your birthday party!"The twins grumbled under their breath but scurried away, disappearing up the grand staircase.Robert turned to Mr. Parker, his brow furrowed. "Um, if Jessica isn't married, how did she have these kids? Is there something I am missing? Perhaps they are my..." He trailed off, his eyes widened in surprise. The
Author’s POVResting restlessly in the bed, Emily was holding a pillow to her chest inside the dark room. Her mind was consumed by thoughts of her son. How was Winston doing? Was the pain from his heart condition growing unbearable without his mother by his side?The sudden creak of the door had her sitting up, her heart was galloping so fast. Looking into the darkness, she could make out a ghostly figure approaching, their silhouette becoming clearer as they neared the bed.Gripping the spoon she had used for her meal, Emily scrambled to the edge of the bed, her legs curled protectively against her chest. "Stay back!" she cried, waving the spoon threateningly. "Don’t come any closer, or I won't hesitate to use this!"The mysterious person chuckled, and Emily's body relaxed as Carol's familiar face appeared in the darkness. "Am I really that scary?" the woman inquired, moving closer.Emily released a shaky breath. "Scary? I wasn't expecting someone to sneak in here like a ghost!" She
Author’s POVRobert's eyes fluttered open to the persistent slapping of Nicholas's palm against his cheek. Frowning, he glanced up at his new ally, who regarded him impatiently."Wake up, sleepyhead, we don't have all day," Nicholas scolded. "Time to get moving to the Duskfall pack, we don't want Marcus's henchmen to catch up to us, do we?"Handing Robert a wrapped burger, he added, "Eat up. You will need the energy."Accepting the food with a cautious glare, Robert took a hesitant bite, chewing thoughtfully. "Which side are you really on?" he questioned, his tone serious. "Are you seriously trying to make this deal happen, or what?"Nicholas's expression darkened. "I have to sell off some of the disease at the Duskfall pack," he admitted. "And I don't have a choice, we still need Marcus's trust if we are going to win this war, and the only way to have his full trust is by selling some of the containers and sending the money back to him."Robert's brow furrowed, his doubts persisting
Author’s POVAs the Duskfall warriors began offloading the containers of disease, the Alpha and his beta ushered Robert and Nicholas into the grand living room. But the two men came to a sudden stop, their gazes engrossed on the familiar person lounging on the couch."Michael?" Robert breathed, his brow furrowing in confusion.The Alpha gestured grandly. "Make yourselves at home. My beta will finalize the deal with you, I have another business to attend to."Without another word, he turned and began climbing the grand staircase, Michael getting up to follow him. Nicholas seized the younger Alpha's arm, whispering urgently. "What are you doing here? Didn't you refuse to join me yesterday? How did you get here so fast on your own anyway?"Michael offered a mysterious smile. "Sheesh, you ask way too many questions, you sound like my brother. I came here for another reason, I will let you know how it turns out." With that, he broke free and hurried after the retreating Alpha.The older ma
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