Emily’s POV
The bar was alive with pulsing energy, the air filled with the scent of alcohol and the thrumming beat of the music. Yet amidst the lively crowd, I sat alone, my face flushed and my vision clouded by the sharp volume of beer bottles scattered across the tabletop.
I was drinking to drown out the pain and the sting of rejection that still lingered in my heart after my confrontation with the Parker family. My father's cruel words, the way he had disowned me and cast me out of his home—it was all too much to bear.
As I reached for another bottle, a pair of expensive boots caught my eye. Slowly, I lifted my gaze, only to find the striking figure of Alpha Michael approaching me. He looked different from the man I had encountered that morning—more polished, more handsome, with a small wolf tattoo peeking out from the collar of his shirt.
I glared at him, my expression one of cold indifference. I had no desire to entertain anyone, let alone the brother of the man I had accidentally stumbled upon earlier that day.
But Michael seemed undiscouraged, taking a seat beside me as his friends hovered like obedient henchmen. I ignored him, reaching for the bottle and preparing to take another swig, only to have him reach out and grasp my hand, preventing me from drinking.
"Let it go!" I snapped, my voice harsh.
"A beautiful damsel such as yourself shouldn't be drinking this much," he murmured, taking the bottle from my hand and taking a sip himself. "Why don't you let me keep you company instead?" His eyes sparkled with mischief as he extended his hand toward me.
I scoffed, my eyes narrowing. "It's none of your business," I retorted, my gaze burning into him. "Just leave me alone."
"I'm Michael Blackwood," he said, unbothered by my cold demeanor. "We met earlier today, in my car, with my brother." He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a seductive buzz. "And I'd love the chance to get to know you better, come have a dance with me."
I felt a shiver run down my spine, torn between the desire to give in to his charm and the need to push him away. This was the last thing I needed right now—an unwanted suitor, a distraction from the pain that consumed my very being.
With a heavy sigh, I steeled my resolve, determined to make it clear that I was not interested in his advances. "Are you deaf or something?" I inquired, my voice firm. "I'm not in the mood for this or for dancing, so why don't you take your little friends and leave me be?"
I made no move to take his outstretched hand, instead keeping my arms firmly crossed over my chest, creating a silent barrier between us. The last thing I wanted was to be swept up in his games, no matter how alluring his invitation might have seemed.
Michael's expression shifted, a flash of embarrassment crossing his features as I rebuffed his advances in front of his friends. I could see the anger bubbling beneath the surface, and his companions were quick to capitalize on his wounded pride.
"It looks like you have lost your game, dude," one of them sneered. "Can't even handle one little omega?"
Another let out a derisive laugh. "I'm disappointed in you, man. I thought you'd be able to charm your way into her pants, but I guess you are just not up to the task."
Michael's grip on the beer bottle tightened, his knuckles turning white. Without warning, he reached out and seized my wrist, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"You will apologize for disrespecting an Alpha," he hissed, "Before things get out of hand."
In that moment, I felt a wave of adrenaline course through me. I may have been smaller and weaker, but I refused to tremble in the face of his anger. With a swift, practiced motion, I twisted my hand in his grip, reaching for the nearest empty bottle.
Before Michael could react, I swung the bottle with all my might, the resounding crack as it connected with his head sending shards of glass flying. He retreated, his grip on me loosening as he reached up to touch the bleeding wound.
The bar erupted into chaos as his friends came forward, their faces twisted with rage.
"How dare you!" they shouted, lunging towards me.
Without hesitation, I grabbed two more bottles, brandishing them like makeshift weapons. "Stay back!" I yelled, my voice barely audible over the noise of the fighting pack members.
All around us, the once-lively bar had descended into chaos. Tables were overturned, glasses shattered, and bodies collided as the Demontail Pack members turned on each other, driven by the potent mix of alcohol and wounded pride.
***
The fluorescent lights of the Demontail police station shone a harsh, clinical glow over the battered and bruised figures huddled around the desk. Michael, his jacket torn and his shirt stained with blood, sat with his friends, their voices raised in a noise of complaints.
One of them was glaring in my direction, his finger pointed accusingly. "That bitch is the one who attacked us! We never wanted to harm her."
I sat in silence, my expression blank, even as the alcohol still clouded my senses. The police officer turned to me, his brow furrowed.
"Is this true, Miss?" he asked. "Did you start the altercation at the bar?"
I merely stared back at him, refusing to offer a defense. Let them stew in their own lies and accusations – I had no energy left to fight.
The officer turned his attention back to Michael and his friends, who continued to bicker and argue, each trying to shift the blame for the chaos that had erupted at the bar. The noise was grating, and I could see the officer's frustration mounting, his hands running through his hair in exasperation.
"Can someone please give me something to work with here?" he pleaded, but his words were drowned out by the continued noise.
Suddenly, the doors of the police station burst open, and a towering figure strode in, exuding an aura of authority. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the imposing presence of Alpha James, flanked by two muscular warriors.
Michael's face twisted into a grimace as he spotted his brother. "What the hell is he doing here?" he demanded of the officer.
The officer sighed, a hint of resignation in his voice. "I called him here to help resolve this matter, as the elder and more responsible member of the royal family."
Michael slammed his hand on the desk, his frustration intense. "You shouldn’t have called him," he growled, his eyes narrowing as Alpha James approached.
Emily’s POVAs Alpha James approached the desk, the officer quickly bowed his head in respect. "Welcome, Alpha James," he said, his voice masked with respect.The officer then turned his gaze to Michael and his friends, his expression hardening. "Step aside," he commanded, gesturing for one of them to vacate the seat. "The Alpha wishes to speak."But James raised a hand, his features blank. "I don't mind standing," he said, his deep voice cutting through the tension. "Now, let's get straight to the point."The officer cleared his throat, glancing nervously between the brothers. "Well, Alpha, the situation is this: there was a violent altercation at the bar, and Miss Emily here—" he gestured towards me "—was allegedly swinging a bottle at Michael after he grabbed her wrist and demanded an apology."I kept my expression composed, refusing to show any outward signs of the fear I felt in James' presence. Michael's friends were quick to cut in, their voices rising in a chorus of accusation
Emily’s POVThe sound of muffled smooching stirred me from my slumber, and I sat up with a groan, the blanket falling from my chest. There, on a small chair in the corner, were Sarah and her boyfriend, Jake, locked in a passionate embrace. Their lips were fused together in a deep, eager kiss, moving in sync with a tangible hunger. Sarah's fingers were tangled in Jake's hair, pulling him closer as his hands roamed the curves of her body, caressing her sides with a gentle desire. Soft sighs and the occasional quiet moan punctuated the air, betraying the intensity of their passion."Get a room!" I exclaimed, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at the oblivious couple. "You couldn't have waited until I was gone?"Sarah pulled away, her hair disheveled and a smitten smile plastered on her face. "Sorry, Emmy," she giggled. "I just couldn't resist." She disentangled herself from Jake, who looked equally pleased with himself."Someone kept calling your phone all night," Sarah continued, s
Alpha James’s POVThe heavy rain pounded against the window of my office, the downpour threatening to breach the glass barrier. With a grunt, I strained to close the window, the cold droplets sprinkling my face as I wiped the moisture from my hair.Just as I was about to turn away, the sound of footsteps echoed behind me. Whirling around, I found my mother, Mrs. Blackwood, standing in the dimly lit room, her floral dress clinging to her drenched frame, tears streaking down her face."Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, my brow furrowing with worry as I moved to wrap my arm around her.She sniffled, her gaze meeting mine. "Son, it's your grandfather," she breathed. "H- he is missing. The rumor is that he has run away from the hospital, and the pack warriors are searching for him now."Rage flared within me, and I clenched my jaw. "Who was in charge of looking after him?" I demanded."There were actually two warriors; one is in the living room, while the other still out in the rain looking for
Alpha James’s POVExhausted from the day's events, I collapsed onto my bed, closing my eyes in a desperate attempt to find some rest. The constant calls to secure my grandfather's accounts and arrange for a round-the-clock caretaker had left me drained, both physically and mentally.Just as I was about to drift off, a sharp knock at the door jolted me from my reverie. I let out a low growl, thoroughly annoyed at the interruption. "Come in," I grumbled.Without hesitation, my brother strode through the door, his expression unusually serious. I shook my head, regarding him with a wary gaze. "What do you want, Michael?"He sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice taking on an almost pleading tone. "Brother, I need you to grant me a wish."I furrowed my brow, perplexed by his request. "A wish? What are you talking about?"Michael inched closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "It's my birthday gift, since you missed it. I need you to grant it, without question."I let out a heavy sigh, my re
Emily’s POVI arrived at Westbrook International Airport on a hot, humid evening, dragging my luggage through the sweltering heat. After two years away in the Duskfall Pack, I was finally back home. As I made my way to the parking lot, the weight of my suitcases seemed to grow with each step and sweat beaded on my forehead.Dressed in a floral top and denim shorts, I scanned the crowded lot for any sign of my best friend Sarah. But there was no one. I figure my own family wouldn't bother to pick me up either. With a sigh, I set down my luggage, about to call Sarah, when a sleek red car pulled up in front of me. Assuming it must be her, I opened the door and climbed inside, relief crashing over me as the cool air conditioning enveloped me.“You are right on time,” I breathed, settling my bags at my feet.But as I turned to greet my friend, I was met with a deep, masculine voice that most certainly did not belong to Sarah.“Who are you?”My heart plummeted as I locked eyes with the spea
Emily’s POVI groaned, burying my face in my hands. “You have no idea,” I muttered, already dreading the inevitable barrage of questions from her. Sarah chuckled, giving me a playful nudge. “Spill the beans, girl! Did you finally move on from that ex of yours with some new he-wolf?”“I wish,” I mumbled. “No, I accidentally got into the wrong car at the airport and almost got injured by a huge dog.”Sarah's eyes widened in shock. “You what? Oh my god, Emmy, are you alright?” She reached over to inspect my head, where a small bump was starting to form from the car door incident.“I'm fine, I'm fine,” I assured her, waving her off. “It was just... really embarrassing.” I shuddered, remembering the intensity of Alpha James' cool gaze and the teasing jabs from his younger brother.Before Sarah could interrogate me further, she pulled the car into the familiar garage of the Parker family mansion. As she stopped the engine, she turned to me, her expression somber.“Em, I have to tell you so
Emily’s POVBefore I could even consider walking away, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the corridor. My stepmother, Linda, and my father, Mr. Parker, rushed to the scene, their faces twisted with concern.Jessica looked up at them, her eyes brimming with crocodile tears. "Father, Emily hit me!" she cried, her voice trembling. "She just kept slapping me, over and over again!"Linda immediately rushed to Jessica's side, fussing over her swollen cheek. "Oh, my darling daughter!" she cooed, tossing a venomous glare in my direction. "How dare you attack her the moment you set foot in this house?"I stood my ground, my arms folded across my chest. "I won't deny it," I said boldly. "I slapped Jessica, and I won't hesitate to do it again."I fixed Linda with a pointed stare. "After all, she did seduce my fiancé. And your inability to discipline your own daughter properly has turned her into a homewrecker, just like you."Mr. Parker's face contorted with fury, and before I could even bra
Alpha Michael’s POVI let out a huff of exasperation as I stepped out of the car, the leash of our massive wolfhound, Conan, clutched firmly in my hand. The guards in the courtyard immediately straightened, saluting us as James emerged from the vehicle.It had been years since he'd set foot in this place – the grand Blackwood mansion, the heart of our family's pack. And now, James was back to take his rightful place as Alpha, and also because our grandfather had been diagnosed with cancer.Conan let out a booming bark, straining against the leash and dragging me towards the mansion's entrance. I struggled to maintain my grip, glancing back at James, but his expression remained impassive as ever."Brother, help me!" I exclaimed, my face screwed up in exasperation. "Conan only listens to you, you know."But James merely shrugged, and I watched as the guards rushed to my aid, forcing the noisy wolfhound from my grasp, but it was useless. Conan pulled me into the house, making a beeline f