All Chapters of Alpha Greogry : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gregory's Pov The moment I saw her walk into the pack’s living room in that red dress, I was bewitched. The fabric clung to her curves, showing off every line, every delicate shape. She was stunning, the kind of beauty that made everyone stop and stare—but it was more than that for me. That dress defined her so well that I felt a surge of possessiveness rise up in me. From the second she stepped in, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She didn’t see me at first, but I watched as she looked around, her gaze searching. I knew exactly who she was looking for—me. A part of me felt satisfaction at that, but the other part was frustrated because she had no idea what she did to me. I tried to focus, tried to concentrate on the conversations happening around me, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was her. And then she spoke to him, that Alpha. The annoyance burned through me instantly. What could she possibly be talking to him about? I clenched my fists, feeling the irritati

Emma's Pov I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in the oversized bedroom. It felt suffocatingly unfamiliar, so much larger and more luxurious than the cramped room I had grown up in under my father’s roof. A lump formed in my throat as memories of that time came flooding back—the memories of what he had done, the pain he had caused me. My father, the man who should have protected me, had sold me off to those half-heirs. I was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted games, forced to endure their cruel advances. They came without warning, without care for my refusal or struggles. Whether I fought or screamed, they did as they pleased, inflicting agony every time they touched me. Some would slap me, others punched me until I was black and blue, laughing as I lay broken on the floor. Each visit left new scars, both visible and hidden deep inside me. They enjoyed watching me crumble, feeding off my helplessness. A tear slipped down my cheek at t

Emma's Pov I tossed and turned in my sleep, feeling restless. Alpha Georgory's arms were wrapped tightly around me, pulling me close. My back was pressed firmly against his chest, and my buttocks... they were right against his crotch. His body heat surrounded me, and it felt foreign yet strangely comforting. This was the first time he’d ever held me so close, and my mind couldn’t quite process it. Tears pricked at my eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensation of being held by him. As I shifted again, I heard a low groan escape from him, vibrating against my back. "Emma," his voice was strained, "I appreciate the movement, but if you keep doing that... I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself." Heat rushed to my face, and I quickly tried to pull away, embarrassed by my body’s reaction. But just as I tried to slip from his grasp, Georgory tightened his hold, dragging me back against him. That’s when I felt it—his arousal, hard against me. The i

Gregory's Pov As Tobias and I entered the pack house, a group of young children came running toward us, their laughter echoing through the halls. One little boy, with striking sea-blue eyes that looked like Emma's eyes, darted ahead of the others and latched onto my leg, his small arms clinging tightly. I couldn’t help but bend down to pick him up, his infectious giggles filling the air as he played with my hair. Tobias scoffed from the side, shaking his head. “Why is it that everyone always loves you? I’m literally right here, and it’s like I don’t exist.” I smirked, glancing over at him. “Maybe if you used your brain every once in a while, they’d like you too.” Feigning offense, Tobias clutched his chest in exaggerated disbelief. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re saying I’ve got no brains? Oh, my poor, fragile heart!” I chuckled, ignoring his theatrics as the boy in my arms continued to giggle, tugging at my hair with delight. Just as I dropped the little boy back on the

Gregory's Pov I was barely holding it together as I walked home, every step fueled by the rage burning inside me. Tobias and I had been talking about some pack issues when the message came through. One of the women who had been with Emma texted me, saying she was with some guy, and she sent the location. That’s when I lost it. I didn’t even think. My blood boiled as I headed straight for the mall, furious that Emma would pull something like this. When I got there, the sight of the man gripping her hand made my vision blur with anger. What pissed me off the most? She wasn’t even trying to pull away. No effort at all. I couldn’t think. I didn’t care about anything else. I just stormed out, barely aware that Emma had followed me. Now, as I walked into the pack house, I could feel her trailing behind, but I wasn’t going to acknowledge her. Not yet. My whole body was vibrating with anger, barely contained. Even my mother, who had been about to say something, took on