By evening, Emma was ready to get something off her chest. She had a quick dinner made by Morris's chef and sat with him. First, it was friendly that he had a tracker in the watch he gifted her without letting her know. Second, she was grateful that she was looking out for her.Again, Morris had her open up about the entire incident. But, she left the narration of werewolves and Clyde's true identity and the fact that he was her mate as it was called in their world. That was too much unnecessary information. Morris had light snacks made with fruits. He made a cozy outdoor cinema in his garden and had Emma stay with him as they watched a romantic comedy show while snacking. To comfort Emma, he made sure he had her wrapped around him and occasionally kissed her, which she returned. Deep into the night, they fell asleep in each other's arms.Their sleep was cut short in the early hours of the morning when she was asked to turn herself in as fresh evidence had been found against her. Wit
Again, the Chief slammed his hand on the best out of annoyance. “You don't call the shots here. I do. What do you think this is? Your world?”Comfortably, “you just used a slot. Remaining two,” Clyde said, holding the Chief's gaze.“You must be kidding me.”“You're wasting both our time,” Clyde reminded him.When he saw the seriousness in Clyde's demeanor, he sat. He desperately needed him to talk. “Who are you?” he demanded.Clyde simply smiled and shook his head. “That's not relevant,” he said. “What's important is who you've been looking for.”The Chief gritted his teeth. “We've been looking for you for weeks. Who are you? What's your real name?”Clyde laughed. “Oh, my real name is the least of your concerns,” he said. “What you should be worried about is what the psychopath doing all this is capable of.”The Chief narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”Clyde leaned forward, his eyes blazing with intensity. “I didn't do it,” he said. “Because I'm innocent, that's why I'm
Emma and Clyde were taken into custody again, this time, both were placed in adjacent cells. Emma couldn't believe she was going through all this. It felt like she was a hamster running on a wheel. She had dedicated her entire career to bringing criminals to justice, and now she found herself on the other side of the bars.As she sat on the hard cot, nursing her aching heart and trying to make sense of the situation, she heard a commotion outside. Shouts and screams echoed through the corridors, and she could hear the sound of shattering glass.Initially, she ignored it as well as whatever Clyde was saying. It was normal for the station to witness such chaos from criminals trying to get arrested once in a while. Also, she didn't want to hear a word from Clyde. Instead, she focused her thoughts on Morris. Thinking about what they would've been doing if they were together.Suddenly, the door to her cell burst open, and several men dressed in black stormed in, brandishing weapons. Emma s
Even with the blazing restriction on his nerves due to the poison traveling through every system in his body, Clyde saw a survivor who was one of the attackers. He grabbed him by the neck and dashed for the woods. He could self-heal but needed time to do that.“I'll only ask once. Who put you up to this?” he queried the attacker as he flew into midair with him, barely holding his collar.Fear overwhelmed the masked man as he kicked his hanging feet, begging for his dear life. “I'll tell you everything. It's Jim Copley. He…”Clyde let him loose from that height, blanking whatever he wanted to say. The landing attacker's yells filled the forest.Clyde's mind was racing with anger and fear as he made his way to Jim Copley's heavily guarded mansion. He knew that he had to confront the man responsible for the attack on the police station, and he didn't care what it took to get his revenge. Also, it was possible because he picked a peculiar scent from the guy he had interrogated and followe
Two days passed and Emma was still unconscious. He stayed with her at all times, telling her stories and occasionally cleaning her. He also made sure the room was neat with lots of flowers that gave the room a nice scent.During the afternoon, he made his way to her side as usual. He reached out to touch her hand, his eyes closed in concentration. And then, he felt a surge of energy, a connection between them that he had never felt before.He focused his mind, his thoughts reaching out to her, trying to will her back to consciousness. If only he could. It was an attempt to tell her he missed her.And then, it happened. Emma's eyes fluttered open, her hand gripping Morris's tightly.“Morris?” she whispered, her voice weak but filled with hope.He smiled down at her, happiness contouring his face. “I'm here, Emma. I'm here.”He spent the next few days by her side, watching as she slowly began to recover. The hospital room was small and sterile, with white walls and a single window that
Emma stood still like time froze, staring up at the ceiling. Morris was beside her, trying to hold her hand, his eyes trained on her face.For a moment, there was silence. Emma's mind was racing with questions, doubts, and fears. She needed answers, but she didn't know where to start.Finally, she turned to Morris. “How did we meet?” she asked, her voice low.Morris looked at her, confusion written all over his face. “What do you mean?” he asked.Emma took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “I mean, did you seek me out on purpose? Or did we meet by chance?”Morris's face went blank. “I don't understand,” he said.Emma's heart sank. She had hoped that Morris would understand what she was getting at, but it seemed like he was either playing dumb or genuinely didn't know.“You just heard Clyde and by what he said, it can only mean that you sort after me,” Emma said, her voice shaky.Morris's eyes widened in surprise. “Surely, you can't believe what he's saying
As Clyde left Morris's house, he couldn't shake off the anger that was boiling inside of him. His mind was racing with thoughts of how Emma had chosen Morris over him and how she didn't even care if he was injured. Instead, she gave Morris all the attention when he wasn't even her mate. His chest felt pricking pains as if he has been stabbed uncountable times. Never for once, did he consider that he would stoop so low to fight over a woman.“This is why I didn't want a fucking mate!” he screamed into the night. He believed they made one weak. Put you in compromised situations such as the one he got in. Worse of all, he was jealous? A feeble emotion Clyde wasn't used to. “What was she talking about?” he blurted out, referring to the threesome. He had to find Emily for clarity. Clyde didn't notice that he was practically taking to flight due to the anger that stirred him. He walked through the woods towards his pack, trying to keep his mind off the pain. His heart was heavy with the w
Emma couldn't control either her legs or her tears. Both kept running and flowing. She was panting, sobbing, and coughing all at once. The pain was too intense for her to even have a moment of relief.While she went through that, out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed a black sedan, Van closely trailing her. She knew when a car was just driving by and when it was actually following one. It was all tinted, making it difficult to see the inside. What was this about now? She gradually increased her pace, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand for clarity. As she took off, the Van equally increased its speed to catch up with her. Emma frantically looked around to see if there was a blind spot to hide. Maybe an alleyway or a fence to scale. Unfortunately, there was no such place. Her only choice was to outrun them, which was becoming more and more impossible due to the aching stitches of her injury. She clutched the source of her pain, moaning in difficulty while trying to keep up
All night long, Clyde took whatever he wished for, draining Emma until she was quivering. She was out of breath, sucking in oxygen from the little, which didn't seem enough in the room.Finally, after hours of rummaging, they both collapsed on the bed. Clyde still buried deep in Emma without pulling out. “Emma, you complete my world and I love you so much,” he whispered in her ears.Without hesitation, knowing where her heart belonged, she responded. “I love you too, Clyde. Just don't be an asshole,” she teased, slapping him across the chest.Immediately, Clyde caged both of her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Speaking of assholes, I want to take yours,” he informed her.“Not happening, Clyde. I'm utterly spent. And, that place is restricted. You can take me wherever else, but not in the ass.”Chuckling, “I wasn't asking. I was demanding.”Emma, rolled her eyes at him, which she soon regretted when he slapped her hard across her ass cheeks. Twitching, she jerked forward, wincing
Clyde dropped his pants with the rest of his clothing; briefs and shirt. His eyes narrowed as he reviewed Emma with eyes so hungry, so dark, that they made her heart flutter. He stood before her naked, his cock thick and hard for her, the muscles in his powerful thighs flexing, his large hands clenching and unclenching.“You are going to regret saying that,” he said in a low voice, dangerously calm, and controlled, tentatively touching the place he had bitten on the side of Emma's neck. His words set her on fire. His gaze, following her curves from her still trembling eyes, to her pussy, belly, breasts, neck, and back up to meet her eyes, scorched her and made every patch of skin ache for more of his touch.Her stomach clenched, and her heart rate picked up. She was enjoying the challenge. “Show me all you're made of, Clyde,” she challenged.In a flash, she saw his eyes get darker, his pupil showing a radiant danger. “Come here,” he ordered and took a step back. “Bend, Emma,” he point
As soon as Emma entered his territory, Clyde felt it. He lost concentration, feeling every ounce of her presence and her smell filling his nostrils until his feet guided him to her.He only settled now that he was in her presence, and he wasted no time to fill his longing.“I have waited long enough,” he growled.Emma felt a sucking feeling in her stomach made her gasp. She was high on adrenaline.Clyde wasted no time. He didn't hesitate. He didn't ask for permission. Crushing her to him, wedging his body between her thighs, he claimed her mouth as his hands grabbed her hips, slide to her ass, and pressed her against him. His cock grew hard, making sparks of desperate need shot through her.“Emma, you're going to get the fuckery of your life. Sex between mates,” he growled. She felt intoxicated by his words, scent, and growl. So much that she could only purr.“Yes,” she gasped and abruptly got overwhelmed, tearing his shirt, and pulling it up over his head.She had seen him naked nume
Emma broke into a sprint as soon as she got out of her eyesight, embracing her new abilities. Her senses were heightened, the cold night's air, slapping against her face. She was relentlessly swerving in-between trees, elevating herself to their top ad she howled.It seemed like this was a part of her that had long been subdued. She felt complete, free, and happier. She has never felt so strong and seen her entire life until now. Her chuckles and carefree laughter overshadowed the night as she bounced off another tree.Accidentally, she crashed into an unsuspecting tree. Instead of grumbling and cursing like the old, weak, and helpless Emma would, she furiously punched into the wall, shattering every piece of the tree as she yelled in satisfaction.Emma had no clue where she was headed, but she trusted her body, legs, and thoughts to guide her until she was lost deep in the woods. She kept sprinting, worrying about nothing but the void of missing her parents that burrowed deep in her
Emma straightened her neck as the Chief approached further, giving the medical team a questioning and concerned look. The ambulance siren blew all around them. It was chaotic with different Departments crowding the scene.“The man who has been causing all this havoc kidnapped me because I witnessed him killing a child and turned him in. He is in there,” Emma pointed.Shortly, Clive was found in a corner where he had been bonded by Wolfsbane. The cops handcuffed him and led him to their car. Since he looked exactly like Clyde, whom they had initially arrested, they thought it was still him.“I will make you pay, Emma. Until you stop existing, I will never rest,” he threatened as he was being forced into the car.“Keep threatening an officer, and we might gag you before you get to jail,” the chief yelled.Emma saw Maverick and Emily's bodies being carried out, too. She felt nothing toward them but resentment. Resentment that they had almost ruined her relationship and nearly gotten her
Sneering and growling, Carrington lay Maverick on the floor and charged toward Emma. Liam, Morris, and Clyde tried to interfere, but she stopped them. “No, he's mine,” she echoed.They nodded, transcending into fighting the others.The battlefield erupted into chaos as the wolves clashed in a flurry of teeth and claws. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, punctuated by growls and snarls that reverberated through the night.Emma's golden fur shimmered with a radiant intensity as she led the charge, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. Her movements were fluid and precise, each strike calculated and ruthless. She fought with a ferocity that surpassed anything she had shown before, her primal instincts awakened by the injustices she had endured.She bit on Carrington, as many times as her teeth could dig in, without mercy. She wanted him to feel every dent of her fangs.Beside her, Clyde's wolf, his dark fur glistening with a newfound vitality, moved with a leth
As Emma took in her surrounding, embracing her new power, Carrington tried to attack from behind. However, she could feel the waves around her and without hesitation, she blocked him off with the siren of her power and slammed him to the ground. The impact was filled with precision and strength that the ground he landed on, broke deep.Emma could feel every vibration around her. She could smell everything and hear everything. Her senses were heightened, her speed unmatched.Emma's eyes flickered with a mixture of remorse and pain as she stood before the lifeless body of Clyde, his form imbued with the essence of the Nashgur. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of her actions. She possessed the power to resurrect the dead, but at what cost? This, she was yet to find out.The atmosphere became filled with energy as Emma extended her golden paw, placing it gently upon Clyde's motionless chest. She closed her eyes, channeling the dormant power within her, summoning
Bodies littered everywhere, with Carrington drawing strength from the chair around him. Blood smeared every corner of the room. Clive and Maverick with their wolves soon delved into attacking from behind, killing more of Clyde's wolves.But Liam's eyes blazed with an indomitable spirit as he summoned every ounce of courage within him. With a surge of determination, he yanked the knife from Emma's side, a spray of blood accompanying its release.He was trying hard to fight the power controlling him as his strength was tried, but his determination and fury were an antidote to that poison. Liam staggered forward, his voice laced with defiance and a burning resolve. “You may have the power, Carrington, but you will never have the leadership spirit. The darkness you embrace will consume you, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake.”Carrington's face twisted into a mask of fury, his eyes burning with deadly rage. He lunged toward Liam, their final confrontation imminent. The air crackled
Emma's heart shattered into a million pieces as she watched her Morris fall, her anguished cries echoing through the chamber. The pain coursing through her veins was unbearable, threatening to consume her entirely.“Why… why?” she choked, her voice trembling with grief and disbelief. “Why take him since he is your son? What more do you want?”Clive's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, relishing in the torment he had inflicted. “I want your head, Emma. The power that lies dormant within you isn't yours. And now, there's no one left to protect you. No one to stand in our way.”Emma's anguish transformed into a seething fire within her, a burning rage that pushed her beyond the brink of despair. With a forced determination, she rose to her feet, her tear-stained face a mask of fierce resolve.“You will have to kill me before you get it,” she declared, her voice filled with a potent mix of grief and courage. Clive's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers d