Semua Bab THREE ALPHA’S WOLFLESS OMEGA: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Emily's POV Carol grabbed me by the arm, shoving me roughly towards the waiting truck that was outside the packhouse. "Get in and drive," she commanded, her tone serious. "The other pack members are already inside, not all but the ones I was able to find after all the mess."I gripped the steering wheel, hesitating for a moment. "But Michael and his family are still inside, including my pregnant best friend," I protested. "I—I can’t just leave them behind, and to make matters worse, I haven’t driven a truck before.""Michael is an Alpha, he will be able to protect his family. I am staying back to help him. And as for the driving thing, I have got that covered," Carol snapped, waving someone forward.To my greatest surprise, the warrior leader stepped up, shoving Carol aside as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Hold on tight, sweetheart," he sneered. "This is a job for a real man, not some joke of a woman."I bristled, folding my arms across my chest. "I hate when you open your mout

Emily’s POVIt had been a month since our traumatic escape from the packhouse, yet the weight of it all still lingered. I hadn't seen Robert since he stayed behind to fight for us, and the fate of my son Winston continued to prey on my mind, I didn’t know where he was."It’s not your fault, Robert didn’t tell us which daycare he kept him," Artemis said in my mind. "I am sure he is being taken good care of.""But... we can’t be so sure. What kind of a mother am I? That I don’t know where my own child is?" I lamented, and shut her away, before she could utter another word, she didn’t understand how it feels to be a mother.Tonight, I took comfort in the cool hold of the river, hoping the gentle caress of the water might ease the pain I was going through. But as I bathed under the bright moonlight, the peacefulness was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps.Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around my chest, sinking deeper into the water until only my head remained above the wate

Author’s POVRobert forced his way through the busy kitchen, shoving maids aside as he made a beeline for the small storage room."Excuse me, coming through," he barked, reckless of the protests that followed him."Wait, you can’t go in there, that’s a private—"Reaching the door, he pulled it open and slipped inside, quickly closing it behind him and locking it. Bringing the phone to his ear, he braced himself as the familiar number flashed across the screen.The orphanage owner's voice was filled with distress as he delivered the news. "Why haven’t you been answering my calls? Your son's condition has worsened. If you don't get a doctor to operate on him soon, I'm afraid..."Robert cut him off, his grip tightening around the phone. "Do whatever it takes, to keep him alive," he growled. "I will send more money. Just make sure he gets the care he needs, you can look for a doctor on my behalf."The man's response was filled with frustration. "Money isn't the solution here, Mr. Robert.

Author’s POVThe roads leading to the Demontail Packhouse were a muddied mess, the heavy rainstorm of the previous night having left its mark. Nevertheless, Emily continued walking, her bare feet sinking into the wet sand with each step.Hunger troubled her empty stomach, her body growing weaker with every passing moment. But she was driven by a singular purpose, to ensure her son's wellbeing and, if possible, secure her own freedom by reuniting with Robert.As the huge gates of the packhouse came into view, Emily's determined walk faltered. A group of warriors stood guard, their voices raised in a noisy celebration."Open the gates!" one shouted. "The truck's about to go out!"Curiosity got the better of Emily as she moved closer, looking through the open gate. Her jaw slightly dropped in surprise as she spotted, Marcus next to the truck, in a deep conversation with Nicholas. Her breath caught in her throat. Nicholas, alive?Forgetting caution, she opened her mouth, ready to call out

Author’s POVRobert gazed down at the twin children, their wide eyes and contagious grins instantly tugging at his heartstrings. Jessica's children—a boy and a girl—have brown locks that mirror the image of their mother's.Mr. Parker quickly shushed the kids, waving them away. "Shush, go away, I have told you, little troublemakers, times without number to stop calling everyone you see 'Daddy'! You know your mother isn't married."But the children refused to budge, looking up at Robert with uncontrolled adoration. "If you want to marry Mommy, we would love it!" the girl beamed.The older man's expression soured. "Naughty kids! Go away, or I won't let you have your birthday party!"The twins grumbled under their breath but scurried away, disappearing up the grand staircase.Robert turned to Mr. Parker, his brow furrowed. "Um, if Jessica isn't married, how did she have these kids? Is there something I am missing? Perhaps they are my..." He trailed off, his eyes widened in surprise. The