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
Alpha Michael’s POVI watched in horror as James turned to face me, his eyes wild and red. He raked his gaze slowly up and down my body, a deep growl rumbling in his chest. I instinctively stepped back, my heart pounding in my ears, as I saw the wolf just beneath the surface of my brother's skin."James..." I breathed, my voice cracking ever so slightly. "It's me, Michael, your brother. Don't you remember me?" I hesitantly reached out a hand, praying I could break through the madness consuming him.The moment my fingers touched his shoulder, James lashed out. Sharp claws scraped across my face again, drawing thick blood that trickled down my cheek. I cried out in pain and shock, my eyes soaking with tears. "Brother, what happened to you? Talk to me!" I pleaded. "This is not you, snap out of it!"James answered with another savage snarl, then pounced. He crashed into me, knocking me to the floor. The foul stench of his breath made me gag as he sat over me, animalistic sounds spilling f
Emily’s POVMy gaze was fixed on the ultrasound screen as I guided the transducer across the expectant mother's swollen belly. The baby, now fully grown, moved with a healthy energy that filled me with a sense of quiet wonder."Everything looks good, there is nothing unusual," I murmured, offering the woman a reassuring smile. "Just as I told you before, there is no need to come in every day, if you pretend to be feeling pain again just to see me, I will pass you on to another doctor."The she-wolf let out an exasperated groan, but I ignored it, removing the transducer and helping her rearrange her dress to cover her bump. Putting the instrument back in the drawer, I powered down the monitor, turning to face my troublesome patient."What is it this time?" I asked, annoyance creeping into my tone as I braced my hands on my hips.Hot tears welled in the woman's eyes as she clasped my hands in her own. "Please, Dr. Emily," she pleaded. "Why won't you help me abort the baby? My mate doesn
Alpha Michael’s POVPain pierced through my body, causing a throaty howl that resounded through the walls of my room. Twisting and turning on the bed, I struggled in pure torment, the scorpion's venom coursing through my veins like liquid fire.My mother's words echoed in my mind - during the full moon, the effects of the poison would be at their most devastating, making me powerless against the assault of pain.Gritting my teeth, I fought the urge to shift, to submit to my wolf's instincts. But the moon's pull was persistent, and with a painful grunt, I felt my body contorting and my bones cracking as I was consumed by the transformation.Tumbling to the floor, I landed on the hard ground, my hands and legs twisting and reforming. The pain was intense, each nerve ending set ablaze by the venom's destroying effects.Desperate, I clawed at the ground, trying in vain to crawl towards the door. I had to find help to ensure my brother was safe. But the pain was too much, robbing me of my
Emily’s POVMy heart was pounding against my ribs like a hammer. I ran away from the hotel room, my messy shirt clutched in my trembling hands. I had to get away, to put as much distance between myself and that evil, manipulative man as possible."Stop!" Karl's voice echoed behind me, a desperate edge to his tone. "I won't hurt you, just come back to me. I promise to be gentler this time!"But I refused to listen to his pleas, my legs pumping as I sprinted down the corridor. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of him in chase, clothed only in a pair of tight-fitting shorts.Panic climbed up my throat, spurring me forward. I had to escape, my very dignity depended on it. This man was no better than the rest, using my son's life as leverage to get what he wanted.As I rounded a corner, a bellhop pushing a loaded cart came into view. Without hesitation, I turned towards him, ignoring his puzzled expression."Why are you running in the corridor so late at night? Don’t you know that
Alpha Michael’s POVAs the soft strains of music filled the car, I leaned back against the leather seat, half-listening to the soothing music Nicholas had playing through the car’s speakers. But the moment was short-lived, my phone erupting in a high-pitched ring from inside my pocket. Ignoring the nonstop ring, I kept my gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. However, Nicholas soon reached over, cutting off the music. "Aren’t you going to get that?" he inquired, meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror. "The sound is getting on my nerves, at least turn off your fucking phone."I narrowed my eyes at him, exposing my fangs in a silent warning. "I'm the Alpha here, Nick. You'd do well to remember your place and keep your manners in check."Nonetheless, I fished the phone from my pocket, answering the unknown number with a brief silence, waiting for the caller to speak first.A gruff voice suddenly popped through the line, spiked with a mocking tone. "Ah, the temporary lit
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