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
Scott’s Pov:I didn't want to stay for the whole background check exercise, but what the witch said was giving me a lot of concern. I didn't even have a lot of ladies at my disposal or even close to me to be enough to spy on and give information about me and the pack to the witches.The witch was daring, and I didn't like that at all; it was creepy and looked like she was questioning my authority in the pack.My heart was beating fast because an eye could be nearby, watching so she could feed my enemies information about me. I looked around countless times to see if I would catch anybody, but I didn't catch anybody. My Wolf had told me to relax and just set my mind on how we can release our mate in case my warnings were not paid any attention.The staff were all lined up; they looked tired and worked up. As a leader, I was concerned about their well-being, but as a leader who also cares about the interests of the pack and as an Alpha who would do anything to protect and bring back his
Emma’s Pov:I laid on the bed on my back, looking up at the ceiling, counting the rolls and the columns. This was now one of my daily routines in captivity.It was as if I were running mad. I felt cramped up in the room all alone. I thought I had twenty-four hours to decide if I wanted to leave Scott or die. I had chosen my fate since I didn’t want to die, but I was left alone in solitude for three days without the witches releasing me.Every day I was served food like a prisoner. I had no proper bath because the toilet was too bad for my taste. I stink so bad and can’t wait to take a proper bath.I spent my days in my confinement thinking about Scott. It was a hard decision to make; I couldn’t leave Scott with the child. The whole thought of it was scary because I could imagine the rage Scott would feel. And after some days, he would turn rogue; that was the worst that could happen to a werewolf. Talk more of an Alpha werewolf.As much as Scott wasn’t the best of Alphas, I couldn’t fo
Scott’s PovHours rolled into days, and we still didn't get any response from the witches. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to map out our war strategies. I made calls across to the Alpha, who was willing to go to war with me.Since they had the liberty to scout around my pack’s borders, I decided to return the favor, but this time around, I had to do it discreetly; I didn’t want the witches to know what was coming for them.I went in the company of Anna and Liam with two trusted gammas. Since Emma’s disappearance, Anna had suddenly developed an interest in every activity that was going on in the pack. This wasn’t her normal behavior, so it was still surreal to me.So we wouldn’t attract a lot of stares from the witches, we decided to dress just like they do.I wore a black leather pant with a black shirt, I combed my hair backward, and I wore black studs on my ears to match. I carried a black baseball cap just if I needed it. Anna wore snug-fitting leather pants with a blouse. She wo
Emma’s Pov:I had never been this desperate to see someone in my entire life. I was anxious and fidgeting; I wondered how he would receive me. Would he be so happy, like I would be so happy to see him?The joy in his face when he saw me was enough to make him realize that I meant something in my mate’s heart. He took me by surprise when he embraced me like I was going to run away the next minute. I was moved to tears, but I dared not to cry. I didn't want to spoil or ruin the moment. So I hugged him back, using both of my hands to surround his back.Finally, he released me from his embrace, even though I didn't want it to end. He took a moment to study my face and then my body."How are you? How are you feeling? Are you okay?” I blushed. If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up at all. The Almighty Alpha Scott wasn't always concerned about me, so it was a win for me.“I am fine; I am okay; no harm came to me.” I smiled sweetly at him, enjoying the attention he was giving me.He re