There was resignation in his voice, but also determination—the voice of a leader who had accepted the cost of his choices. Emma's stomach sank with dread, a cold weight settling in her core. "Why?" The question was simple, but loaded with all her fears for the future. "Because as of this moment, we are both very wanted werewolves," Steve replied, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes, when they opened to meet hers, held a mixture of regret and resolve. "And I am willing to bet my furs that they are at your house." Emma shook her head confidently, though doubt began to gnaw at her certainty. "No, they cannot be at my house, Steve. There is a magic barrier that I personally put there. Trespassers cannot see or know where I live unless I want them to." The words came out more defensively than she intended, as if she were trying to convince herself as much as him. In the five years since she had walked away from pack life, she had built protection
Steve was surprised at the location of Emma's house. He had initially believed that she would get an apartment in the middle of the city, somewhere modern and clinical to match her profession. Instead, she stayed in a mansion nestled deep in the mountainous forest at the outer edge of the city. His breath caught as they approached the imposing structure, partially hidden behind a curtain of towering pine trees.Away from civilization, just the way I prefer,he thought with a mixture of relief and curiosity. The Victorian-era house stood proudly against the darkening sky, its weathered stone facade telling stories of generations past. Steve was stumped, his mind racing with questions about the woman beside him whom he clearly knew so little about."By the look on your face, you're wondering how I could afford this big house," Emma said as she peered at him, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. Her green eyes sp
It wasn't as if there were any male clothes lying around somewhere, but she knew exactly where to look. In her bedroom, she approached a cedar chest tucked into the corner of her closet. With reverent hands, she lifted the heavy lid, releasing the scent of mothballs and faded cologne. There was a chest full of old clothes that belonged to her father, although she had never met him. It was one of the few tangible connections she had to the man who had died before she was born.Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked out a large jean jacket, a long-sleeved plaid shirt, and jeans, along with a brown towel. She hoped the clothes would fit Steve's large frame. For a moment, she held the plaid shirt to her nose, closing her eyes and trying to imagine the man who had once worn it. Would he have approved of her bringing a werewolf—an injured, wanted werewolf at that—into their ancestral home?She took the clothes to the guest room where she heard water running
"I cannot believe you were eavesdropping on our conversation," Emma said with an annoyed shake of her head. Her fingers tightened around the phone in her hand, knuckles whitening as she fought to control her irritation."I mean well, Emma," Steve replied as he returned her phone, his hand lingering near hers for a moment too long. "Seriously, I do not want your human friend getting hurt or worse." His voice dropped to a lower register, carrying the weight of experiences Emma could only imagine.Emma sighed and ran a hand through her hair, the copper strands catching the library's warm lighting. It was a nervous gesture, her body betraying her discomfort at being in such close proximity to Steve. He looked relaxed and a bit healthier after his shower, the borrowed clothes fitting his frame as if they had been tailored specifically for him. The scent of her soap clung to his skin, mingling with his own unique aroma—a combination that
Steve's expression suddenly turned troubled, his brow furrowing as his eyes darted to the windows. Emma noticed the change immediately, her own senses heightening in response."What is it?" she asked, her body tensing as she prepared for another threat."I am just a bit surprised that you have the mind to sleep after what we have been through," Steve replied, his voice low and serious. He moved closer to the window, peering out into the darkening forest beyond."You do not believe that we are safe here," Emma stated. It wasn't a question."Are we?" Steve asked skeptically, his shoulders tense as he scanned the treeline.Emma gave him an assured smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Nobody can find us here," she told him with more confidence than she felt. "Take my word for it." With that said, she left him alone in the big library, feeling his eyes on her back as she walked away.She was shaking with a nervous tension as she exited
There were many good books in this library and Steve was enjoying himself as he read through some of them. His favourite was Werewolves: Origins. It intrigued him because the author was unknown which gave the book more mystery. He also noticed some books and was certain Emma had read them. Healing with Magic. The Cure is Everywhere. Steve also noticed that the authors were anonymous. It was as if the library only kept books of mysterious authors. It piqued his interest and made him wonder how Emma’s father had gotten his hands on these books. Steve thought about how invaluable Emma could have been if they had been together. He was not going to lie, he doubted her profession as a healer the first time he saw her but now with a deadly virus inside him and most of his pack, he had seen first hand how quick thinking and resourceful she was. He was taking a leisure stroll through the library when his eyes caught something. It was a book with leather cover and had ADAMS written in a b
Emma could not believe that she was going to the home of the Alpha who once rejected her. Her hands trembled slightly as she folded another shirt and placed it into her suitcase. The bitter memories flooded back—the humiliation, the pain, the sleepless nights that followed. Yet here she was, preparing to return to the very place she had sworn never to set foot in again.It was the sensible thing to do, but coming to that decision had not been an easy one. Her mind had waged war with itself all night, leaving her exhausted and irritable.Truthfully, Emma had no desire to see Steve's territory, but it was where the virus had been unleashed first. The thought of her research—her life's work—being corrupted and weaponized against her own kind made her stomach churn with rage and guilt. It was something that she could never forgive, not in herself, not in whoever was responsible.She paused, gripping the edge of her dresser until her knuckles turned white. "I am going to get to the bottom
Emma stopped beside her old jeep wrangler, a vehicle as sturdy and reliable as she herself was. It was grey in color and meticulously maintained, much like everything else in Emma's life."Emma, I have a better solution instead," Steve ventured as he appraised the vehicle with a critical eye."Let me guess, you want to drive instead," Emma said, rolling her eyes in anticipation of his alpha male tendencies."No, I am thinking we should fly there instead," Steve replied, a hint of satisfaction in his voice at surprising her. "I have a private jet waiting. It will save us four hours drive.""Show off," Emma muttered, but the prospect of saving precious time was too tempting to ignore.Steve's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "However, we still need to take your car, and I am going to drive instead. You do not know where the airport is," he added, reaching for the keys."Anything to drive the car, huh?" Emma asked sarc
Emma dreamed in the air.The nightmarish vision crashed over her like a wave, identical to what had haunted her back in Seattle. Mountains of bloodied werewolf skulls rose before her, their empty eye sockets seeming to follow her movements. Blood-streaked grass squelched beneath her feet as heavy rain washed crimson rivulets across the landscape. And that voice—that haunting yet eerily familiar voice—echoed in her mind once more."Stop the impending deaths of thousands of werewolves, Emma. Only you can save them. Time is running out."She jerked awake with a gasp, her knuckles white where they gripped the armrests of her seat. Disoriented, her eyes darted wildly around the cabin before recognition dawned. The soft hum of engines. The gentle vibration beneath her feet. She was still on the plane.Steve watched her from across the aisle, concern etched into the hard lines of his face. His usual mask
Emma began to understand why Steve and Sophia did not work out. “What if I die before I find a cure?” she asked Sophia. “What if the virus acts very fast and kills me on the spot?”Sophia did not reply. She looked stumped. “I did not think of that?”“I don’t think thinking is your strongest suit if I am being honest with you,” Emma mused as she looked around the room. She should be worried but she wasn’t.“You don’t seem afraid, doctor with the way you run your mouth, this is the end of the line for you, this is where your story ends.” Sophia said in hardened voice.“Is that how it works for you?” Emma asked. She took a seat on a soft cushion directly in front of Sophia, mirroring her seating posture. “Using fear as a means to get what you want.”“Fear is useful in most cases,” Sophia replied with a cold shrug.“And you think it is useful now,” Emma stated.Sophia did not reply. Again, she was stomped. For the first time, she had to really look at the healer sitting across from her. T
“Is it too late to say that this was a bad idea?” Marcus the Beta whispered as he looked around. Steve did not reply he because he was in deep thought. He did not want to show his strength because Sophia would know that he was no longer infected.Sophia believed him to be weak and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could. he needed to get his hands on Mason because it was the only way to stop the deranged Alpha from spreading more virus.Even if he fought his way out, he knew that he was not going to get far because he was not in his territory. He would be brought down before he even got anywhere.The only option was to leave Emma here and he would rather die than let that happen.“I can see the wheels turning in your head, Kane, I can literally hear you think,” Sophia taunted as she swirled the cup in her hand. “There is no way you can win this.”“Go, Steve,” Emma said to him. “I will be fine.”Steve shook his head defiantly. “The moment I walk out of here, they kill you
Coming here was a very bad idea. Emma thought as the car cruised through the territory of Continental Pack Alliance.“You can not lay a hand on us,” Steve said with a casual shrug.“You sound so sure, Kane,” Sophia replied with intrigued eyes. It was as if she loved the challenge.“I know this because I am an experiment to your father,” Steve replied. “For someone like him, he sees the world as one big experiment so you cannot interfere with his work.”Sophia said nothing. It was because she knew that Steve was right. “He needs to know how well the virus he made works without external influence.” The Alpha said.“You seem to know my father well,” Sophia said.“I know how werewolves like him think,” Steve said.Emma stayed silent throughout the conversation because something else took her attention. The walls of the numerous building the vehicle passed were covered in red graffiti. THE ALLIANCE IS FALSE! FUCK THE CONTINENTAL, WE WILL NOT BE YOUR LABRATS!Some cars were burnt and overtu
. “I see why father wants you dead,” Sophia said with a cold glare as she looked at Emma. “Save the pity for someone who needs it, Emma,” Steve said. “She willingly let herself be experimented on,” the Alpha added. Horrified, Emma had to know. “Why?” “Because I believe in my father’s work, doctor,” Sophia replied. “Because I know that everything, he is doing is for the greater good of every werewolf all over the world. “Spreading a deadly virus on my pack is for the greater good?” Steve asked in disbelief as he shook his head. “Do you know how insane you sound?” “If you had accepted the proposition, you would not be where you are right now,” Sophia replied with a shrug. Emma could not believe that a werewolf could think like everyone owed her some sort of allegiance. “You mean join this joke of a pack?” Marcus spat with venom in his voice. “Oh, look, the beta speaks,” Sophia muttered. “Look around you Sophia,” Steve said. “Does this place feel like home to you?” Sophia said
Emma had not never seen Steve so angry before, it surprised her. The Lady who seemed to know Steve as well sauntered towards the table where they all sat. she was dressed in an a very sexy and professional way. Like she worked in an office but she could still go out for dinner.She had a very light blond hair it was almost shinning and her eyes were blue. She had a smile on her face but her eyes were cold.“Hello, Kane,” The lady says. Her voice is smoky and alluring. The lady turned her blue eyes towards Emma with a bit of curiosity in her eyes. She had a sort of bored but interested demeanour about her. Like there was nothing that could impress her again.“I see you went back to her,” she said with a smile but her eyes were cold still. “Got over me that quick, huh?”“There was nothing to get over,” Steve replied as he took a sip of his coffee.The Lady took a seat and joined the three of them. If what Steve said offended her, he did not show it. She nodded at a waiter who quickly br
Emma was mesmerized by how large the Continental Peck territory was. It was the largest place filled with supernatural creatures. It was a city of its own tucked away deep in the heart of Seattle. It was still early in the morning but it was bustling with people going to work or wherever their jobs were located.However. Emma felt like something was wrong as she walked through the streets of the pack. She could feel the tension in the air moved and passed by people.“This place feels…broken,” She whispered to Steve as they walked. Emma, due to her healing abilities could not only feel physical wounds but she could feel spiritual and ethereal wounds as well.She felt a fracture in this pack and immediately knew that all was not well in this territory.“It is quite big, I will give them that,” Marcus said grudgingly.“There is a disconnect,” Steve replied. “In Sterling Creek, if anyone that is not a part of the pack enters, everyone is quick to notice but here, it’s like no one cares th
Emma and Steve waited at the lobby of the Dolphin Hotel. Emma was nervous to go outside because she knew that the monsters would be on her and the Alpha the moment, they both set foot outside.She paced back and forth trying to calm her nerves.“What is the plan again?” She asked Steve. They had planned to trace the silver badge to the hideout of the Sentinel but it had been a deadly dead end. Someone knew they were coming and set monstrous mutated wolves after them.“We wait for Marcus,” Steve said, flipping through a newspaper. “Then we will pay a visit to Continental Pack.”“Is that wise?” Emma asked in a worried tone. “We are entering their turf.”“That’s why we are waiting for Marcus,” Steve replied as he read.As if on cue, the Beta walked in. He was in another one of his crisp expensive suits.“Alpha Kane,” Marcus said with relief.“Good to see you, Marcus,” Emma said.“Did you bring it?” Steve asked his Beta.“I must say, Alpha Kane, you have not spent a day here, and things a
Emma was sated in ways she never imagined possible. She was more surprised that Steve was knocked out cold and his cock was still hard inside her as he slept cuddled behind her. His shaft was still pulsing in her pussy and it felt so good.However, she knew this goodness was not going to last because this was all just a fantasy in her head. She had fulfilled it now and soon the real cold and brutal world outside would come knocking hard anytime soon.The knock came in form of Sarah who called her phone. She gently nudged the Alpha behind her back and slowly moved away squeezing him one last time with her slit before easing off his cock.A soft sleepy moan escaped his lips as he rolled over and kept on snoring. He looked even more beautiful asleep. Emma thought as she watched him with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.She picked up the phone from the night stand and answered it.“Sarah,” Emma answered as she walked naked to the balcony. It was still dark outside but the
Steve had always been a leader all his life, ever since he took the mantle of the Alpha in his pack. Every decision making had to go through him to be approved. He was a natural at telling people what to do and even better at forcing his will on werewolves weaker than him. He was a master in his own right.But in his large hot tub he with Emma, the control was out of his grasp. The healer always took charge when he was naked. He was at her mercy. Even if he was dominating her, she was still the one in control.Emma spread her legs, letting go of his head and eased back into the tub. Steve massaged his jaw as it ached due to the long time he spent licking and sucking on her clit. His tongue tasted deeply of her and he loved it.Emma pushed him gently on his back and he leaned against the other edge of tub. She climbed on top of him and hungrily claimed his mouth, breathing down his throat. She wanted more of him.She grabbed his long hard cock and began to softly stroke it under the hot