“Morris?” a female excited voice called out, dashing out toward the door.He tilted his body, smiling, even before facing the source calling out his name. “That would be me,” he mumbled to Emma. Getting down from his car, he bumped into the blonde, who was all over him already. “Hi, Shelley,” he greeted, both exchanging a tight hug and kisses on both cheeks.Emma couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she watched Morris and Shelley greet each other so warmly. She wished she had this with Clyde. She didn't know them both, but, just wished that she had that genuine happiness Morris and Shelley shared just for seeing each other, could be an experience she had with where her heart was.There was a twinge of possessiveness over Clyde as she remembered him. Something in her guts that made her wish she could have him to herself without sharing. Unfortunately, that wasn't what she discovered. She had witnessed that Clyde couldn't be contained at all.Morris turned back to Emma, taking
“Hey, beautiful,” he whispered when he got back.“Hi,” Emma's hitched breath fanned his ears while she struggled to recollect herself from staring at the mountain of a man in his presence. Morris took her hand and led her back into the party, his eyes never leaving hers. “Let me show you the rest of the house,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.Emma nodded, feeling cared for. It was a beautiful moment because someone was indeed giving her their whole attention. As they walked through the rooms, Morris continued to point out the various features of the house, but Emma barely heard him. All she could think about was how much he was breathtaking. “Can you hear me, Emma? That's my painting room,” he pointed to a large space with various painting supplies and frameworks hung on the walls.“Beautiful,” she mentioned, smiling. Tyler watched closely, noticing that something was on her mind. He smiled sweetly at her, coming up with a better idea.As the night wore on and the par
As they were talking, a tall, handsome man in his fifties approached them with a charming smile on his face. Emma could immediately see the family resemblance. He had the same sharp features and piercing blue eyes as Morris but with a few more wrinkles around his eyes. Was that his father?“Uncle!” Morris let out, excitedly standing from his spot to embrace the smiling man.“Morris, my boy! Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, giving Morris a hug before turning his attention to Emma. “And who is this breathtaking acquaintance of yours? I could stare at her all day and have peace.”Emma couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the older man's good looks and confident demeanor, but he immediately put her at ease with his warm and friendly attitude.“This is my friend, Emma,” Morris introduced.“It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir,” Emma said with a smile.“The pleasure is all mine, my dear,” he replied, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. “And, no need for the title. Just call me Carr
Clyde raked his hand through his hair as he jabbed and pulled aggressively at them. He was fuming, pacing from one end to the other while on the phone with someone. His eyes were glowing, and the furniture in his office seemed to have gotten a taste of his temper.“Clive? What do you think you're doing in my city? I told you that I would shred you into pieces if you ever resurface,” he growled into the receiver.Chuckling, “I think you've lost that power of taming me, Clyde. Don't act like the Alpha with me because you're not my Alpha. As a matter of fact, do you even know where she is? I mean, the one that matters the most to you.”Slamming his fist into his desk, “don't you dare bring her up in our conversation. I swear to you, if a strand of her hair goes missing, I'll unleash hell on you and your helpers, Clive. This is not a threat. It's a promise.”Faking a yawn, “save me your empty threat, brother. You should be more worried about how to keep her if she ever finds out what happ
Emma's laughter filled the sitting room as Carring and Morris cracked some old jokes. Somehow, she ended up on the third bottle of champagne as the guests left the house. She was comfortable and Carring and Morris didn't mind that. As far as Morris stared, her snorts and blueberry noises were the most beautiful form of laughter he had seen in a while.“Well, an old man has to rest his back,” Carring stood, stretching. “Happy Birthday, Son,” he embraced Morris, giving him a firm but gentle pat on the back. “Emma, you're one of the best people I met tonight. I do hope you enjoyed yourself too. I'll be checking in with you by the morrow. Good night,” he greeted.“Good night,” she smiled, unsure of what next to do.“Come here, girl. I do hugs,” he announced, smiling.Eagerly, Emma jumped off the couch, arms stretched and losing herself in Carring's embrace. It was warm and filled with love. Almost like a closure, she has been seeking for all these years. He kissed her on both cheeks befor
As soon as she fell asleep, Morris tiptoed out of the room, taking the one next to hers.The night was short but pleasant. Soon, soft streaks of light dawned on her face, making her grumble in discomfort. Emma woke up with a pounding headache and a feeling of nausea. She groaned as she tried to sit up, but the throbbing pain in her head made her lie back down. That was when she noticed the breakfast tray on the bedside table, which held white pills in a saucer and a bottle of water. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision, and saw Morris standing by the door.“Good morning, sunshine,” Morris said, with a smile. “I brought you some aspirin. You look like you could use it.”Emma sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?” she asked, her voice groggy.“It's around 9 am,” Morris replied. “You slept like a baby last night.”Emma felt her cheeks flush as she remembered her drunken antics from the night before. “I'm so sorry about last night,” she said, feeling embarrass
As they broke off their heated moment of passion, Morris gave room for Emma to go change into something comfy. They spent the rest of the day, playing card games and getting to know themselves.When night came, Morris took the room he slept in the previous night, while Emma got the comfy bedroom. It was a dilemma of fighting to stay apart even though they desperately wanted the comfort of each other.Emma woke up in the middle of the night, her body drenched in sweat. She had been dreaming about her parents' murder again. It was a recurring nightmare that had haunted her for years, but this time it was different.In the dream, she saw herself being killed as well. It was a horrific image, and it had left her trembling and scared.She sat up in bed, trying to calm herself down. She prayed that she hadn't been screaming and thrashing as always, as it would wake Morris up. She took deep breaths, trying to push the nightmare out of her mind.But the more she attempted to forget, the more
Her eyes dazzled from Clyde's fading body to the kid's lifeless body. There was nothing she could do to save him. He was gone. Making up her mind, Emma took out her phone and dialed the emergency number. Her hands were shaking, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. After a few rings, a woman's voice answered.“911, what's your emergency?” the operator asked.“I just witnessed a murder,” Emma said, trying to steady her voice.“Can you give me your location?”“I'm at 87th Street and Lexington Avenue, Minnesota.”“Okay, officers are on their way. Can you describe what happened?”“I saw a man kill a kid. He had a gun, and he shot him in the chest. The man's name is Clyde, and he's wearing a black hoodie and jeans,” she lied. Oh, that was complicated. How would the fang marks on the kid's neck be explained? Did she just worsen the situation?“Did you see where he went?”“No, he ran off as soon as he shot the kid,” she lied again.“Okay, stay where you are. Officers will be t
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