Emily’s POVI held the sleeping child tightly in my arms, trying to enter the living room, but James and Carol were blocking my view. To my surprise, James suddenly swept Carol up into his arms, his dark gaze fixing me with a glare."Stay there," he commanded, before carrying the giggling Carol back into the house.Carol wrapped her arms around his neck with a coy smile on her lips. "Why so suddenly affectionate, Tiger? If you wanted me, you should have just said so. I would have prepared myself."I couldn't help but scoff at the display, rolling my eyes as Carol pressed a kiss to James' cheek. Undiscouraged, I attempted to follow them, but Nicholas suddenly appeared behind me, his hand shooting out to block my path."Why are you taking so long to get into the house?" he asked, his gaze drifting down to the floor, where the shards of broken glass still glittered menacingly. "Oh, there are shards of glass. Hold on, let me get the maid to clean that up."He leaned in, shouting at an uns
Emily’s POV (WARNING: This chapter may contain sexual assault, but the author does not support sexual assault in any way; read at your own risk.)"I'm not like that," I mumbled, my words muffled by his palm. "Please, let me go!"He laughed, his head thrown back. "Let you go? Are you crazy?" He paused. "You have no idea how much I have sacrificed just so I can see you, and now that I have you, I can't let you go!"His grip tightened, and he tugged me up, throwing me onto the bed next to the little boy, who stirred a little."Stay the fuck away from me, Michael," I snarled, struggling to get up, but he was already on me, his weight crushing me as he pinned me down. I tried to push him away, but he was too heavy, and my palms slipped on his shirt."I will make you feel good, Omega," he promised, his tongue sliding along the column of my throat. I thrashed beneath him, kicking my legs and trying to break free. But my efforts were useless, and his body held me down."Don't tell me you nev
Alpha Jame’s POVAs Emily's hands wrapped around my waist and her voice was a desperate plea in my ear, I felt my anger begin to dissipate. Glancing down, I realized my hand was clenched around Michael's throat, his face contorted with panic."Calm down, Alpha," Emily whispered. "Don't do anything rash, you don’t want to kill him, do you? I understand that you are angry, but you can’t let your anger get the better of you."I took a deep, steady breath, and the warmth of her embrace soothed the stormy emotions within me. But the stench of alcohol coming from Michael was getting on my nerves, and I knew I couldn't let his behavior slide any longer.Removing Emily's hands, I turned to face her. Her hair was disheveled, and I couldn't help but notice her state of undress. "Go put some pants on," I commanded. "I will take care of Michael and make sure he never bothers you again."Emily's brow furrowed. "What are you going to do to him?""Don't worry about that, Braveheart," I replied, my t
Alpha Jame’s POVAs I strode down the hallway, the small child's hand clasped firmly in mine, a sudden shout pierced the air, immediately settling my senses in high alert."Jason!"The boy wrenched his hand from my grasp, his face lighting up with joy as he ran towards the source of the voice—Emily, who stood there with open arms. He rushed into her embrace, burying his face in the soft fabric of her dress as he broke down into a torrent of tears."A bad man took me!" he cried, his small, trembling body clinging to her as if his very life depended on it.I felt frozen in place, paralyzed by the scene unfolding before me. Davin's voice echoed in my mind: "I'm not sure she is really his mother. He just sees her as one.""Shut up," I muttered under my breath, the words a barely audible growl as I brushed aside the wolf's misgivings. My gaze fixed intently on the pair before me.Jason's gaze snapped towards me, his eyes narrowing with an unmistakable suspicion. "Mom, that's the bad man I
Emily’s POVThe kitchen was a bustling hive of activity, the air filled with the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked muffins as I busied myself with the chore at hand, Jason bouncing excitedly beside me, his eyes bright with excitement."I can't wait to taste them!" he exclaimed, his voice mixed with a childlike enthusiasm that brought a warm, affectionate smile to my lips. "I chuckled, carefully pulling the tray from the oven, the golden-brown tops of the muffins gleaming invitingly. "Sorry, honey," I teased. "These are all for Grandfather. No muffins for you today."Jason's expression immediately transformed into a dramatic pout, his small arms folding across his chest in a defiant gesture. "That's not fair!" he protested. "It's been so long since I have had muffins, grandfather wouldn’t know if you gave me some."I playfully tapped the tip of his nose, the action stimulating a soft giggle from him. "Nice try with the puppy dog eyes, but it's not going to work on me," I replied, my
Alpha James’s POVTears streamed down my face as I clutched my brother's pale, limp hand. Michael lay motionless on the bed, the full moon's ethereal light filtering through the window. His eyes were twitching, but he wasn’t opening his eyes.He had reverted to his human form, but that brought little comfort. The pack doctor insisted this was no mere coma, and the words did nothing to ease the guilt that gnawed at my soul.The soft footfalls of approaching steps pulled me from my trance. I turned to find Carol entering the room with a bowl of warm water and a towel draped over her shoulder."You should get some rest," she murmured. "I will stay with Michael for now and give him all the attention he needs; you don’t have to worry too much."She set the bowl on the nightstand, dipping the towel into the steaming water before wringing it out. Gently, she lowered the blanket covering Michael's body and began tenderly wiping his face and neck.I watched in silence for a moment before speak
Alpha James’s POVI couldn’t help but chuckle. I had missed him so much the past few hours that he was unconscious, and before I could lean in to hug him, Carol straddled his legs and grabbed his member in a firm grip, her slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing length. Michael gasped, his eyes bulging and swelling."Oh, God," he moaned, his chest rising and falling. "What the hell are you doing?"She stroked him firmly, her hand moving up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. Michael closed his eyes and groaned, his hips bucking hard.Carol leaned down, her mouth inches from his pulsating member. She placed her tongue at the base and slowly ran it up along the underside of his shaft.Michael's body spasmed, a loud moan escaping his lips. His hands flew to his side, grabbing the bed sheets in a tight grip."Fuck," he groaned, his voice cracking ever so slightly. "Why are you doing this to me, I…I thought you were with my brother."Carol smiled mischievously and flicked the tip o
Emily’s POVAs my eyes fluttered open, a shooting pain pierced through my skull, cold blood trickling down my face. Every inch of my body ached, throbbing in protest at the slightest movement.The sound of tormented screams assaulted my ears, and as my vision cleared, I realized with dawning horror that I was trapped upside down inside a distorted car.Beside me, glassy eyes stared lifelessly at me—the young daughter of the couple who had tried to help me escape. Blood oozed from her parted lips; her face was white, and her skin was translucent. In the front seats, her father's lifeless body hung limply, but there was no sign of the mother.Her disturbing cries pierced the air once more: "Please, don't kill me!"Memory rushed back in shattered bursts—the car swerving, rolling, the screech of twisting metal. We must have crashed, but the details escaped me.I dared to turn my head, searching for the source of those desperate pleas. There, I found Robert, his face twisted into a mask of
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