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 POVA few hours earlier, As I strode through the hospital corridors, I couldn't help but notice the secretive glances and hushed whispers of the staff. Clearly, the rumor factory had been grinding overtime."There is nothing to be scared about," one receptionist scoffed, her eyes meeting mine in an open challenge. "It's not like she is going to hit us or anything, it’s not our fault, she jumps from one rich man to another.""I can’t believe she showed up, such a shameless slut," another cut in, her tone filled with disgust. "A good doctor like her, reduced to a common whore. No wonder she has a bastard child."Anger flared within me, burning hotter than molten lava. But I refused to rise to their bait, clenching my jaw and gripping my bag tightly as I walked down the corridor towards the director's office.Pausing before the familiar door, I took a steadying breath and knocked, bracing myself for whatever awaited me inside. The low murmur of voices suddenly fell silent, and a
Emily’s POVI clutched Robert's jacket tightly around my trembling body, watching silently as he finished talking with the officers. They were lecturing him and reprimanding me for my earlier outburst."She shouldn't be going around attacking people," one officer scolded. "If Dr. Karl had fought back, the situation could have been much worse. She is very lucky he decided to drop the charges tonight."Robert flashed them an apologetic smile. "It's my fault, officer. I should have been looking after my girlfriend better, I promise it won’t happen again."The cop let out a laugh, his expression one of ironic amusement. Clearly, the bribe Robert had slipped him had eased his concerns."Well, in that case, we will drop the charges," the officer concluded, shaking his head. "Just keep a tighter leash on her, yeah?"Biting my tongue, I forced myself to remain silent as Robert guided me out of the station and towards his glossy, black car. The familiar car was a welcomed sight, a small escape
Alpha Michael’s POVLast night…I watched in grim silence as Nicholas poked the lifeless body of the rogue leader, his brow furrowed in alarm."He is dead," Nicholas reported, glancing up at me. "Why did you have to kill him? Now, how are we supposed to find your mate? When will you stop making bad decisions? You were never cut out to be an Alpha anyway."I simply smirked, walking across the lake towards the fallen criminal. Shoving my gun back into the waistband of my pants, I knelt beside the corpse, taking in the wide, staring eyes and the blood that leaked into the crystal-clear water."Get his body away from the lake," I ordered, gesturing to the small hole where the red blood was oozing in. "I don't want his filth contaminating the water."Nicholas obediently lifted the body onto his shoulders, grunting with the effort. "I will give him a quick burial," he muttered. "The scumbag doesn't deserve anything more."As my second-in-command disappeared into the forest, I glanced down a
Emily’s POV"When will Daddy Robert wake up, Mommy?" Winston inquired, stirring me from my restless sleep.Blinking the drowsiness from my eyes, I turned to see my son standing by the hospital bed, a plush toy clutched in his small hands. Hastily wiping the drool from my face, I pulled him onto my lap, our gazes settling on Robert's body."I don't know, sweetheart," I murmured, my heart clenching at the sight of his bandaged, coal-marked body. "But he is going to be alright, I'm sure of it, he has always been a fighter."Winston's lips puckered in a pout, and he reached up to brush the tears I hadn't even realized were sliding down my cheeks. "Don't cry, Mommy," he soothed. "Didn’t you say that Daddy Robert was going to be fine? Are you lying to me?"Before I could respond, he continued, his brow furrowing. "When are you going to make him my real daddy?" he asked, his voice tinted with a child's simple longing. "All the other kids at school have a mommy and daddy, but I only have you
Emily’s POVI tumbled across the bed as the warriors and Robert descended into a brutal fight. The men wrestled and grunted, fists flying as they fought to gain the upper hand."Don't hurt him!" I cried, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. One warrior landed a violent blow to Robert's face, blood spraying from his split lip.The room had fallen into utter chaos, with medical equipment and furniture scattered about the mess. The air was thick with the disgusting odor of sweat and the bright red trace of blood.My blood turned to ice when I realized that someone was behind me, but before I could move, I felt his hot breath against my earlobe. "Going somewhere?" Michael's voice boomed in my ear.I tried to run, but his iron grip encircled my waist, yanking me back against his muscular body. His large hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my cries."You are coming with me, whether you like it or not, little Omega," he growled, his hot breath fanning my cheek.Every fiber of my being rebelled a
Emily’s POVI felt hot tears roll down my cheeks, the humiliation and pain of the past few years crashing over me. My mind was spinning, the memory of James’s maltreatment, his refusal to protect me, was still fresh in my mind. I didn't want to give in, but I knew that if I resisted, he would only grow angrier."Don't cry, little Omega," he cooed, his breath hot against my skin. "If you divorce Robert and become my mate, I will make you the Luna of the Demontail Pack like you have always wanted. I can make you, my Luna."I shook my head vigorously, the thought of him touching me making my stomach churn. "Stop! Don't call me that, I'm not your luna."He pulled back slightly, his gaze burning into mine. "You will always be my Luna. Whether you like it or not, I am your Alpha, and you belong to me. James will have to share you, if he can’t, I will have to kill him."Before I could reply, his lips crashed against mine once more, his hands roaming over my body possessively. His touch was r
Alpha Michael’s POVThe borders of the sack were suffocating, the persistent motion of the truck leaving my back aching and my mouth as dry as the desert. I cursed my own recklessness, the wolfsbane I had heartlessly stuffed into Emily's sack now weighing heavily on my conscience.As the truck ground to a halt, the sound of the door creaking open had me tensing. A pair of harsh flashlight rays swept across the shipment, finally settling on my sack.One of the guards I had tasked with this work approached, a knife clutched in his hand. With a few quick slashes, the ropes binding me fell away, and I stood up, cracking my stiff neck and limbs.The guard eyed me with obvious concern. "Alpha, are you alright? We are finally out of the Glasslake pack, it was hard getting past the securities without getting searched, but our boss was able to get them to turn a blind eye."I simply grunted in response, accepting the bottle of water he offered. Gulping it down greedily, I glanced towards Emily