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 POVThe world distorted around me as I fled down the empty pack streets, my injured ankle leaving a bloody trail in my wake. The frosty night wind whipped through my untidy hair, biting at my exposed skin as I pushed my body to its limits.A stumble sent me crashing to the hard ground, pain piercing through my leg. Clutching the wound, I choked back a cry, hot tears stinging my eyes. I was losing too much blood and growing faint and disoriented.But the sound of approaching footsteps spurred me on. Glancing through the fog, I made out Robert's massive shadow closing in, his persistent chase leaving me with nowhere to run.Desperate, I searched for somewhere, anywhere to hide, to make my last stand. That's when the ground began to tremble beneath me, blinding headlights cutting through the night.A sports car barreled towards me, moving at breakneck speed. With the last of my fading strength, I thrust out a hand, screaming for help. "Help! Help! There is someone over here, I ne
Emily’s POVA hush fell over the gathered crowd as Jessica pushed forward, pleading with James not to kill her beloved Robert. Nicholas moved to block her path, but the Alpha waved him aside."Let her speak," he commanded, eyes narrowing as Jessica dropped to her knees before him.Head bowed, the bitch began to beg for Robert's life. "Please, don't kill him! He is the love of my life." She raised her gaze, desperation written across her delicate face. "If you want revenge, take it out on me instead. I will be your concubine for a night—bear your children, be your whore. Anything!"I flinched at her sister's shameless words, anger rising in my throat. How could she degrade herself in such a manner? My fists clenched at my sides as James' lips curved into a wolfish smirk."Get up," he ordered, his eyes raking over Jessica's kneeling form in an evaluating sweep.She obeyed without hesitation, rising on trembling legs. James handed his sword off to Nicholas before circling Jessica in a de
Emily’s POVI turned to Michael, arching a questioning brow. "So, what do you suggest your brother should have done with Robert instead?"Michael smirked, leaning back in his chair. "If it were me? I would have thrown him in the dungeon for a few days. Let him beg to be released from this place, it works like a charm.""You—" I opened my mouth to respond, but the words died on my lips as Jessica came running towards us. Dropping to her knees before Michael's chair, she fixed him with a desperate, pleading gaze, her green eyes glistening with tears."Please, Michael," she begged, reaching out to clutch at his lap. "Take me in as your own. I know you haven't found your true mate yet. Let me be your companion, your mistress. I will be whatever you need!"A chorus of gasps rippled through the room, but I remained unmoved. Michael's reputation as a womanizer was well-known - this latest indiscretion hardly surprised me.Michael reacted with disgust, swatting Jessica's hands away with a loo
Emily’s POVThe evening sun tossed long shadows through my bedroom window as I rummaged through my closet, searching for the perfect dress. Michael had insisted on taking me out, though the exact nature of our outing remained frustratingly unclear. Was this meant to be a date of sorts? The thought made my stomach flutter, although I hated myself for wanting it to be with James.Dress after dress was pulled from the hangers and swiftly rejected - each one holding too many memories of my time with Robert. Until, at last, a simple blue mini dress caught my eye, free of any polluted associations. Holding it up to my body, I turned this way and that before the mirror, assessing the look.A sharp knock at the door shattered me from my trance. Tossing the dress aside, I hurried to answer it, only to find Jason rushing past my legs and a warrior carrying a large package."Is this for me?" I asked, gesturing to the box.The warrior merely nodded, thrusting it into my hands before taking his le
Emily’s POVThe air seemed to still around us despite the awful sight. Mrs. Blackwood's piercing scream shattered the silence as she took in the lifeless body of her father-in-law on the bed."No, no, no!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.Her legs buckled beneath her, and Nicholas swiftly moved to catch her crumpling body before she could fall to the floor. But his arms provided little comfort, not with the haunting accusation that fell from James' lips next."H-How could you, Braveheart?" Alpha James’s voice cracked like a whip across the room. "How could you take my grandfather from me?"I shook my head intensely, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill forth. "It was a misunderstanding!" I pleaded, struggling to make him see reason. "I…I would never hurt your grandfather, I love him, he is like the father I never had!"But James was beyond listening, his every word spiked with pain and fury. "Don't talk when I'm speaking," he snarled, cutting off my weak protests. "
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