Alpha James’s POVMichael stepped forward, gripping my arm and whispering urgently. "Brother, I beg you, don't provoke him. He is far too dangerous, and besides, you didn’t believe the child was yours in the first place, just let him take them away."I tugged my hand free, glaring at him. "I'm no coward, this is my pack, I won't tremble in the face of anyone."Marcus's deep, rumbling voice cut in. "Your brother speaks wisely, Alpha James. You'd do well to heed his advice."Narrowing my eyes, I barked an order to my warriors. "Seize him. Throw this trespasser out of my packhouse."The warriors hesitated, exchanging wary glances, as if they were scared of Marcus.Marcus simply chuckled, shaking his head. "I won't fight you, boy," he drawled, his tone mocking. "But you'd be wise to step aside, in case you embarrass yourself in front of your pack."I followed his gaze, taking in the fearful, trembling expressions of my pack members. Gritting my teeth, I signaled my warriors to stand down.
Emily’s POVI was utterly exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The constant rollercoaster of being with Alpha James had worn me down, leaving me feeling used and discarded. No more, I was done being treated like trash, just because I had fallen hopelessly in love with him.As I stumbled through the corridors, a concerned warrior approached. "Miss Emily, are you okay? You don’t look so good." he inquired.I forced a smile, waving him off. "I'm fine. It's not like I'm your Luna or anything, just ignore me." The warrior's brow furrowed in confusion, but I brushed past him, making a beeline for my room.The alcohol burned hot in my veins, my vision blurring as I staggered down the hall. All I wanted was to get out of this wretched place, away from James and his insufferable games. I couldn't bear the thought of spending another night in this cursed packhouse.Reaching my door, I grasped the handle, only to have a hand shoot out, preventing me from closing it. James's voice rang out
Alpha James’s POVA persistent voice calling my name slowly dragged me from the hazy depths of sleep. As my eyes fluttered open, I was met with the familiar sight of Emily's door, my back resting uncomfortably against the hard floor."Alpha? What are you doing here?"Glancing up, I found Nicholas looking down at me, his brow furrowed in concern. "You could catch a cold sleeping out here, why didn’t you go to your room? If your mother finds out about this, she will blame me for not taking proper care of you."He extended a hand, and I accepted it gratefully, grunting as I pulled myself to my feet. My body ached from the hard surface, a proof of how deeply I must have been lost in my thoughts to have fallen asleep in such an exposed place."According to your schedules, you have a meeting with the elders this morning," Nicholas continued, "To discuss the result of the security project you suggested."I frowned, waving a dismissive hand. "Tell them it can wait. I need to speak with Braveh
Emily’s POV"I'm your daughter, for goodness sake!" I cried, standing outside the gigantic gates of my father's mansion, because his stupid guards had refused to let me in.The thudding sound of my luggage hitting the ground drew my gaze upwards, where my father now stood. A look of pure hatred spread across his face. With no remorse, he sent my belongings falling onto the dirt at my feet, the clothes scattering all over the place.Tears streamed down my face as I stared up at him, my heart clenching. This was the last place I had left to turn, and he was casting me out just like the last time. "I know you don’t like me, but don't you care that I have nowhere else to go?" I pleaded.My father's lips curled into a scoff. "Shit, you can’t possibly be thinking that you have a right to live here, right?" he inquired. "The rumors of my father's will leaving half his wealth to you are just groundless rumors. And because of you, something terrible happened to Jessica, just because you were
Alpha Michael’s POVFive years, had passed. That was how long it had been since Emily had vanished from our lives, leaving a gaping void that nothing could fill. My brother had become a mere ghost inside his pack, existing only in the confines of his room, unable to face the world that had taken her from us.While I obediently ruled in his position, I wallowed in my self-imposed exile. My wolf's constant lamentations echo in my mind. I wish Emily was also my mate. But today, as my mother approached me, I forced myself to straighten to meet her gaze. In her hands, she held a decorative golden mask adorned with delicate feathers."My son," she murmured, leaning in to secure the mask over my face. "I have prayed for days and fasted, hoping you would find your mate soon. I'm tired of seeing you and your brother hurt over that... that heartless bitch who dared abandon you."A laugh escaped my lips, and I watched as she adjusted the mask, a dry smile playing on my lips. "Don't worry, Mother
Alpha Michael's POVWhen my mate refused to reveal the identity of her captor, I shook my head, shifting my grip on her so that I could better see her face."Since you don't want to talk to me, may I at least know your name?" I asked gently, eager to establish some form of connection."Um, Jasmine," she murmured, her words barely audible."Jasmine," I repeated, testing the name on my tongue. "What a beautiful name, it really suits you, you have the face and everything." Slowly, I reached up to brush another stray lock of hair from her delicate face, but she flinched away, her entire body trembling in fear.My heart clenched—clearly, she was terrified, and I cursed myself for moving too quickly. As her mate, I should be a source of comfort, not fear. Carefully, I took hold of her wrist, tugging her towards the entrance of the garage. "Come, let's go inside," I urged, my tone soft. "You don't have to tell me who did this, if you don't want to, all you have to do is point them out witho
Alpha Michael’s POVI stood in the family garden, Jasmine's delicate hand clasped in my own. The gentle breeze played with her chestnut locks, and I marveled at her ethereal beauty, my heart swelling with the knowledge that she was mine.But the joy I felt was short-lived, for she turned to me, tears streaming down her flawless face. "Alpha Michael, I told you, didn’t I? We can't be together, you should have just left me in the trunk where you found me," she whispered, pain slicing her face.I tightened my grip on her hand, unwilling to let her go. "I don't care," I insisted. "I will buy you back from that bastard or throw him in the dungeon myself. I will do anything, Jaz. You are mine."She shook her head slowly, her hair falling over her face. "It doesn't matter. We can't be together, I’m sorry…" Her voice trailed off, and her body began to disappear, scattering like mist before my eyes."No!" I cried, desperately reaching for her hand. "Jaz, don't leave me!" But she was gone, vani
Emily’s POVTaking a deep breath, I adjusted my crispy white lab coat, the familiar weight and fabric a comforting reminder of how far I had come. Five years had passed since I had fled the Demontail Pack, and now I stood before the office of Dr. Karl, the man I counted as both my closest ally and greatest enemy.Toughening my resolve, I pushed open the door, my gaze sweeping the spacious, well-appointed room. This would be my first time setting foot in Karl's office, and I couldn't help the wave of distaste that crashed over me. We might have a begrudging respect for one another's medical skills, but that was where our friendship ended.Approaching his tidy desk, I reached into the pocket of my coat, removing a familiar pair of purple panties. With a frown, I placed the panties in the top drawer, quickly shutting it before I could dwell on the dishonesty of my actions.Just as I turned to leave, the sound of the office door swinging open drew my attention. A tall, curvy she-wolf stro
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