Emma’s Pov:As I walked down the hallway, I was giddy. I wasn't a detective, but I felt accomplished. Now I could see the savvy behind being a detective. I strolled down the steps cautiously to avoid tripping. I was going to the security guard's post to ask questions and see things for myself. They would have seen something, and the surveillance camera could have captured something.Before I left the pack house, I packed a lot of freshly baked cookies, cakes, doughnuts, Oreos, and fruits with bottles of warm milk. I didn't want to go empty-handed; my package could influence them to cooperate with me. I packed all I had picked in a clean basket and carried it along with me.When I reached the patio, the fresh scent of flowers filled my nostrils, and I inhaled them in thrill. The compound was neat and bubbling with people, technically the workers of the packing house.The security lodge was a bit far from the pack main house, so I decided to stroll and exercise a little. After going thr
Emma’s Pov:Anna was always there when I was vulnerable and in tears. It no longer seemed like a coincidence anymore; it was more like fate.Since Anna caught me, there was no need to hide. I opened my floodgates and allowed my tears to flow freely. I wailed like a child who had lost her mother.Anna rushed to my rescue and embraced me in a way to accommodate her and my protruding belly. “Shh, the maids are watching; we can sort out whatever the problem is upstairs."I didn't care at this point; I was so hurt, and this was how I could express it: “Anna, whoever wants to watch should enjoy my show; I can't stop the tears from expressing how I feel.”“Don't say that, Emma.” Anna rebuked me softly. She pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. “Let us go upstairs and sort it out, please. It breaks my heart that you are weeping like a child in front of everyone; you are the Luna for the goddess's sake.” Anna held my hands and pulled me, dragging me all the way upstairs.I sniffed and al
Scott’s Pov:I knew I hadn't been treating Emma so well lately, but how could she imagine or think that Liam was better than me? In any way? My wolf was jealous and angry, and I was furious as well.Pangs of jealousy ate deep into me. I raked my hands into my hair. If only Emma knew how I have come to love you and could fathom the thoughts of her leaving me.She was so dear to me that I wished I could open up to her and let her know just how much I love and care about her. I couldn't sit by and watch Liam snatch away my mate from me. What if she rejected me as her mate and eloped with Liam after she had given birth to my child?My mom and Ashley are the household enemies who are against my love for Emma. I didn't just understand why my mom was so obsessed with joining me and Ashley.She was there when I was heartbroken and drank myself to stupor, mourning Ashley’s exit from my life. She said a lot of bad things and hurled insults at Ashley for leaving her child in a broken state.So n
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