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 groaned as my back collided with the hard floor, Michael's forceful toss leaving me winded. Glaring up at him, I slowly sat up, wincing at the dull ache in my spine."What was that for?" I demanded, but Michael merely grinned down at me, his expression dripping with hatred.He extended a hand, as if to help me up, and I grabbed it, attempting to regain my footing. But just as I felt his grip begin to loosen, I yanked him down, sending him crashing to the floor beside me with a satisfying thud.Bursting into laughter, I got to my feet, hurrying to retrieve my luggage. "I didn't sign up to be tortured by you," I declared, fixing him with a pointed stare. "I came because I had no other choice, but since you are taking this as an opportunity to torment me, I will be leaving, you can hire someone else for the job."As I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of Alpha James—was that a faint smile playing on his lips? The sight of it only encouraged my determination, and I clutche
Emily’s POVAlpha James remained silent, his piercing gaze fixed on me. Before I could react, he moved closer, his striking body hovering over me until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed, causing me to tumble backwards onto the soft mattress.I stared up at him, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest as my eyes landed on the toned abs visible through the thin fabric of his robe. He leaned in, his previously warm expression hardening into a cold mask."Since you are already in my room," he murmured, his voice low. "I might as well tell you, my rules."I swallowed hard, unable to tear my gaze away as he moved closer, as if to kiss me. Instinctively, I closed my eyes, feeling utterly powerless under his influence.Suddenly, he let out a low chuckle, the unexpected sound causing me to snap my eyes open in surprise. "What were you thinking about, Braveheart?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I didn't know you could be so naughty; did you think I was going to kiss you?"I
Emily’s POVAlpha James cleared his throat, drawing my attention away from the sick man in the room. "My grandfather is... unwell," he stated, his tone clipped. "That's why we have hired you to care for him and to be with him at all times, so he doesn’t go astray."I frowned, peeking back into the room where the old man muttered to himself, oblivious to our presence. Turning to face James, I steeled my expression."I didn't sign up to be a babysitter," I retorted, my brow furrowing. "And no one told me he was, well, a madman. I think a mental hospital will be the best place for him right now. I don't want any part of this, I am leaving for real this time. You can keep your damn money, I don’t need it."The moment the words left my lips, I saw a flash of fury ignite in James' eyes. Before I could react, his hand shot out, wrapping around my throat and slamming me against the wall. I stared wide-eyed as his gaze narrowed, the irises shifting to a piercing yellow, his fangs bared."My gr
Emily’s POV"Why are you asking such a ridiculous question?" Robert inquired, moving closer to Michael. "This packhouse belongs to me as much as it belongs to you, no one can stop me from coming in here, neither you nor the pack warriors, even if they wanted to!” Memories of the night—he had told me that he was an orphan and lost his family in a car accident—ran on an unforgiving reel in my head. They were all lies, and it made me wonder what else he had lied to me about. "Leave now!" Michael shouted, "Leave if you know what’s best for you, I still haven’t forgiven you for what you did last—" "What did he do?" I demanded, my curiosity finally getting the better of me. "Because I know you wouldn’t just ban someone from coming into the packhouse for no solid reason."But Michael cut me off, his gaze never leaving his cousin. "It's none of your business, Little Omega," he snapped. "Stay out of it."Robert, however, refused to be silenced. "Emily has every right to know what happened b
Emily’s POV"Shut up!" Michael bellowed, his hand slamming against the back of my thigh in a stinging slap.I groaned in pain, the impact halting my struggles as he gently set me down in front of a door in the dark corridor. I tensed, ready to lash out, but before I could react, he caught my hand in a vice-like grip, chuckling as I fought to free myself."You look like an angry little rabbit," he taunted, his grip tightening. "But hitting me won't save you from what I'm about to do.""Alpha—" I opened my mouth to scream for Alpha James, but Michael pulled me flush against his chest, his hand clamping over my lips. I watched in alarm as he made a gesture to someone behind me, and the next thing I knew, a handkerchief was being pressed against my face, the strong scent of wolfsbane overwhelming my senses.As I struggled in Michael's rigid hold, the person began tying the handkerchief tightly around my mouth, followed by my hands being bound behind my back. I felt violated, Michael's han
Alpha James’s POVI pummeled the punching bag with aggressive intensity, my movements swift and precise as I channeled my emotions through the powerful strikes. My potential beta, who had just arrived from the Duskfall pack, Nicholas stood nearby, concern imprinted across his face."Alpha, I think you should take a break," Nicholas urged, his voice rumbling with worry. "You have been at this for over three hours and haven’t taken a sip of water. Are you perhaps torturing yourself?"But I couldn't stop, my need to punish myself was overwhelming. I had hurt my mate and made her bleed—the very thought of it tearing me apart. Davin growled in my mind, voicing his own displeasure."She wasn't wrong, you know," Davin rumbled. "Your grandfather is a madman. He should be in an asylum, not this packhouse, your coronation is tomorrow; you need to make preparations, don’t torture yourself, I told you not to hurt her, didn’t I?"I grunted, my chest tightening with pain. "You did, I just couldn’t
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