Emma’s Pov:As I sat on the swing hammock chair that was slowly swinging me back and forth, I couldn't help but think of how everything turned out beyond my and Scott’s control.Was I glad that I was able to tell Scott my mind? Well, I'm not so sure. I must have brewed trouble between both friends. I wasn't to be blamed; it should be my mouth that should take the blame, talking without caution.I looked into the bright blue waters of the pool that were staring at me. Now was a good time to swim and relax considering the intensity of the sun, but I had a lot on my plate right now to think that swimming in a pool was all I needed to feel fine.I grinned as I looked down at my protruding belly as my baby kicked effortlessly. I rubbed my stomach gently. The only thing I could tell was that it was connecting me and Scott together.I wondered how my life would have been if I didn't get pregnant and I was back at my old pack. Maybe I would still be the cursed stepchild of Alpha, and every day
Scott’s Pov:A knock on my door made me glance up from my cell phone. It must be Liam, because he was the only one I was expecting.“Come in.” I thundered from where I was sitting.The door opened and revealed Liam at the doorway. He strolled in with a grin on his face.“Hey buddy,” he said, stretching out his hands to shake me, but I was in no mood for the brotherly welcome.Liam watched me for a minute, then he asked, "What's going on, bro? Why do you have a long face? What is the matter?"In my head, I was trying to think of the best way to approach him with the topic; I didn't want to rid him of whatever happy mood he was in.Liam looked around my office; it was still messy, and I hadn't called anyone to clean up the mess. “Did the witches attack again? Why is your office in this state?” He asked again, and he found a chair lying on the floor, so he picked it up and sat close to me.“Talk to me, bro, why are you unusually quiet?” He tapped me on my leg.I inhaled and exhaled, then
Scott’s Pov:The sitting room was in disarray, judging from the way it looked. It was obvious that a battle went on in the sitting room. Broken glasses were scattered everywhere; streaks of blood were on the floor while some people were lying in a pool of blood; some were still in their wolf form, while others were in their human form.My mind drifted quickly to my mother. The attack was brutal this time, and since it was right in my house, I wanted to be sure each member of my household was accounted for. “Where is my mother?” I asked Anna, who was beside me.“She is not around; luckily for her, she left a few minutes before the witches started the attack. I called her, and she said she was fine. She is on her way."I nodded. I was glad my mom was okay. My brothers haven't been around lately because they were away, so there was no more person in my immediate family to worry about, except my extended family, most of whom were lying dead in front of me.The pack was like family to me;
Emma’s Pov:My eyes were weary, and the area around my eye was hurting. I rubbed my eyes so I could see my surroundings clearly.My eyes had been blindfolded for a long time, and I was In a dimly lit room, there was a bed with a cupboard in one corner of the room. It wasn't luxurious, but it was comfortable.I was tied to a chair; the ropes were tight around my chest and legs. I guess the reason the rope was tied to my chest was to avoid my protruding stomach.I tried to shake off the rope from my body by struggling with it, but it was fruitless because it didn't work. “You can try all you can, but it won't work silly; you were tied up with spells and a little bit of knotting the ropes together.” I heard a voice say.I looked up, and it was one of the witches that captured me earlier. She was sitting upside down on the ceiling. I gasped. I had never seen such a sigh before. No wonder they were witches; they did things out of the ordinary.The witch jumped down and appeared right in my
Scott’s Pov:The witch was reluctant to say anything at all that would lead us somewhere. She had this irritating smug face that was annoying me; I had to suppress every urge to crush her face. It was pointless to still stay back in the basement when she had nothing to offer yet. So I told the men to leave her for now. I instructed them to give her no food at all and only tiny drops of water after six hours. At least that would make her so weak to even think of escaping.As I sat on the sitting room sofa, my mind was messed up; I couldn't even concentrate properly. Worries and concern troubled me; my mate and unborn child were yet to be found, and it was late in the evening. I wish I hadn't had the argument with her today. I showed her a side of me she shouldn't have seen; maybe that was what scared her, coupled with the attack.She could even be having a panic attack somewhere, so I prayed to the goddess earnestly that she was safe. I wasn't so keen on praying to the goddess, but tod
Emma’s Pov:“You look beautiful when you are cross,” Scott mumbled. I looked up, and he was smiling sheepishly.Now he was behaving like he was going to die soon; he didn’t make a lot of jokes to me, so hello, I was not one hundred percent okay with it.Scott traced his hand to my face and titled my chin up to his face level.“Has anyone told you that you glow even though you are pregnant?"I blushed a little. Now that he was roping me again slowly, I shook negatively at his question.He grinned and leaned in, inching his face towards my lip. When I noticed what he was about to do, I closed my eyes and waited for him. Carefully, he crashed his lip on mine.His lips were warm and moist, so I parted my lips open to give him passage. He grabbed my face with both of his hands as he kissed me passionately.The feeling that came from the kiss made me so weak in my knees that I faltered a bit. Slowly, he pushed me to the door. My back hit the door, pining me to the door, which eventually clo
Emma’s Pov:The witch, Zibah, glared at me, but I laughed more. I went to sit on the bed. I felt helpless in the company of the witches and the guards, but I maintained an elegant posture. I was an Alpha’s mate after all.“Drag her here; how dare you sit like you are in your pack while we are talking to you?" The middle-aged witch ordered. She was just as temperamental as Zibah. The striking resemblance between the middle-aged witch and Zibah, both facially and in character, proved that genes don't lie.The guards did as they were told; they charged towards me, and they both grabbed one of my hands and my legs, hoisting me up a bit to balance on them. Even though I tried to resist, it proved abortive. They carried me like I was a feather. They dropped me on the floor in a careful manner. They were all conscious of my stomach, which gave me a little hope because it was a tiny hint that they had no plans to kill me or hurt me, although I was not one hundred percent sure.The guards place
Scott’s Pov:I woke this morning feeling incomplete and abandoned. Emma’s space was still empty. I didn't even know that Emma had an effect on me until she was gone. I had just confirmed the saying that says you will never know the value of something until you lose it. Now I could see the value of Emma; she made my mornings brighter with each passing day, oblivious to me. And I was just starting to realize it. I wanted her back so badly and in my arms. I missed her so much; it hurt to think of what she could be facing right now at the hands of those witches. I couldn't wait to destroy those witches and kill all of the people who did this to us and the pack.The witch had not said anything to us, even after touturing her to say the truth. The only thing she said was that we would never see my mate again. That was frightening to me. I still had a lot of internal war to do before I could even prepare for an external war. I was still rallying around for the remaining Alphas who would join