Alpha Michael’s POVI was feeling angry and lost in thought as I contemplated a way to get Emily out of the dungeon. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder, jolting me out of my trance. I turned to find one of my friends. The two of us were seated in a VIP lounge area of a pulsing nightclub, and the air was filled with the boom of upbeat music."Are you alright, man?" My friend inquired, his face screwed in concern. "You haven't said a word since you joined us, and you haven't even touched your drink. That's unlike you."Another friend cut in, nodding in agreement. "He is right. What's eating you, bro? Don’t tell me you have fallen in love with that murderer."I frowned, my brow furrowing as I reached down, grabbing the beer bottle in front of me and popping the cap off with my teeth, trying my best to contain my frustration. Taking a long drag from the bottle, I smoothed my gaze at my friends. "I'm fine," I muttered. One of my friends let out a low whistle, and I turned my head
Alpha Michael’s POVI looked from side to side to make sure there was no one standing around the dark corridors of the packhouse as I knocked hard on Nicholas's door. The doors swung open, and Nicholas grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into the room before shutting the door behind us. Nicholas looked stressed out as he backed away from me, running his hand through his thick hair."Where is the evidence you were talking about?" I asked impatiently. Nicholas didn't utter a word as he walked across his spacious room straight to his nightstand and pulled open the bottom drawer. He fished out a brown box and placed it on the bed before removing the lid. I groaned, covering my nose in disgust as my eyes landed on a purple towel inside the box. It was smelly and covered in blood, and the murder weapon was wrapped in a white nylon next to it."The investigator found this in Emily's room," Nicholas explained. "She cleaned her hands with the towel, and her fingerprints are all over it. S
Alpha Michael’s POVAfter getting my brother settled in the clinic bed, I asked Carol to stay with him. "I have a bad feeling about this blackout," I told her, shining my flashlight in her face as she sat next to James, adjusting the duvet over his body."Just go," she replied curtly, waving me off.I shook my head and rushed back out to the corridor, where I spotted Nicholas, now wearing a gray tank top and black sweatpants, carrying an M4 assault rifle."Why do you have a gun?" I demanded, my voice low.A frown spread across his face. "I heard screams coming from the courtyard. I'm going to check it out," he stated, pointing at the flashlight on my body. "And stop shining that thing at me, I am right in front of you."He had a cap with a headlamp on, his expression serious and angry. "Well, what are you waiting for? Gather some warriors and go investigate!" I ordered. "After my brother, you are the second in command.""Come with me," Nicholas insisted, already heading deeper into the
Alpha James’s POVA sharp pain in my chest woke me from my sleep. My wolf howled inside me, warning that our mate was in trouble. The pain was so intense that I could barely move, paralyzed as I stared up at the ceiling of my room.I became aware of someone else on the bed and turned to see Carol murmuring in her sleep, her head resting on my chest. Disgust crashed over me. I was tired of her constant clinging. If she weren't pregnant, I would have shoved her off the bed.Gritting my teeth against the ache in my chest, I threw off the covers and got up, walking over to the balcony doors. What I saw in the courtyard below made my jaw drop.Some of my warriors were lying lifeless on the ground. The morning sun was beating down on their bodies, burning their skins, some of their skins were already smoking red. I couldn't tell if they were dead or just unconscious, but the area was utterly trashed, with blood staining the dirt. Someone had breached the packhouse grounds, but who? As far a
Emily’s POVI opened my eyes, feeling a sharp pain in my head. As I sat up on the unfamiliar bed, I looked around the room—the plain room, the heavy curtains drawn over the single window. It was completely foreign to me. Where was I?There was no one else here, just me. I tried to remember what had happened the night before, and it all came rushing back. Robert had taken me and abducted me from the dungeon of the packhouse.My heart pounded in my chest. I had to get out of here; I had to escape before he returned. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stood on shaky legs, my bare feet flinching against the cold floor. I hurried to the door, grasping the knob tightly and twisting it hard. But just as I started to pull it open, the distinct sound of footsteps filled the air.Panic seized me, and I quickly rushed behind the door, pressing my hand firmly over my mouth to muffle any noise. I held my breath as the door creaked open and Robert entered the room, accompanied by a pack d
Alpha James’s POVAs I finished addressing my pack members gathered in the courtyard, Carol leaned in close, whispering a request into my ear. "I think you have said enough, it’s time you introduce me as your luna, Tiger."I forced a tight-lipped smile, my wolf growling in protest. Ignoring the discomfort, I turned back to the ocean of eager faces watching us. "Members of my pack," I announced, "I am proud to present to you Carol Anthony, the future Luna of the Demontail pack. I was a little nervous to introduce her earlier because she is currently carrying your future alpha king."The crowd exploded in cheers, with members jumping and screaming in celebration. I held up a hand, signaling for them to quiet down so I could continue."And as you all know, the annual mating ball is coming soon." I paused, taking a deep breath. "This year, not only will you all be finding your mates, but I will also be getting engaged to the love of my life, and soon after that, I will be officially makin
Emily’s POVI grunted in frustration as I strained to pull open the window, my fingers digging into the frame. The iron exterior bit into my skin, and I hissed, pulling my hand back to see a thin line of blood welling up on my fingertip. Blinking back tears, I stuck it into my mouth, the metallic taste covering my tongue.The sound of the door creaking open made me freeze. Quickly, I jumbled onto the bed, burying myself beneath the heavy duvet and pretending to be asleep."Is that blood I smell?" Robert's voice echoed through the room, his footsteps drawing nearer. I felt the bed dip as he sat down beside me."I know you are not really sleeping, I heard your voice a few seconds ago," he muttered, tugging the covers away from my body. "Come, you must be hungry."My disloyal stomach chose that moment to let out a loud gurgle, and I cringed silently. Robert tapped my shoulder relentlessly. "Don't make me drag you out, my love. I can't have my queen starving while I am around."Reluctantl
Michael’s POVThe sun beat down mercilessly on the streets of the Duskfall pack, its brilliant rays reflecting off the street as I sat in the backseat of the car, gazing indifferently out the window. This was my first time in another pack's territory, but I couldn't bring myself to enjoy the view or explore. My sole focus was on finding Emily and rescuing her from Robert's clutches.We'd been driving for hours, but there was still no sign of her—no one who had even seen her. I frowned as the car came to a stop in front of an open-air restaurant, customers dining at the various tables. Nicholas, who was behind the wheel, reached over to stroke the wolfhound's head, the animal barking excitedly beside him."Why did we stop?" I asked, and my voice spiked with annoyance."We have been driving all night," Nicholas replied, opening the door at his side of the car. "We need to rest and refuel." The wolfhound jumped out after him, and I reluctantly followed them.As we settled at a small tabl
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