All Chapters of Alpha Greogry : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Gregory's Pov My voice cut through the air, sharp and full of authority as she appeared at the top of the stairs, arms crossed. “Gregory, what exactly is your problem? Do you even realize what you’re doing? I went upstairs and found that you locked your mate in the room. For what reason?” I groaned inwardly, rubbing my temple. Of course, she had to get involved. “Mother, please, can you just stay away from this? Stay away from her affairs. I don’t want you meddling in my business.” Her eyebrows shot up as if I’d just told her she couldn't have dessert. “Meddling? Oh, I’m sorry, Gregory, I didn’t realize showing basic decency towards your mate was considered meddling. I thought we were getting somewhere with you. But no, clearly, I was wrong. Every day you become more and more like your father.” My heart clenched at the mention of him. “Mother, don’t—” I warned, my tone hardening. But she wasn’t done, not by a long shot. “I am done talking to you if you refuse to see

Georgory's Pov I sat at the dining table, half-listening to my mother as she rambled on about yesterday’s events. Something about pack affairs, but honestly, my brain had already checked out. I wasn’t even sure if I had responded to anything she said in the last five minutes. Then I looked up, and there she was—Emma—coming down the stairs wearing my clothes. I nearly choked on my coffee. There she was, draped in my oversized white polo like it was some kind of fancy dress, and those jeans—how on earth did she even manage to get into those? They were at least three sizes too big, yet somehow, she made it work. And why in the world did she look so damn good? I blinked, then blinked again, hoping that maybe I was hallucinating from lack of sleep. Nope, still there. And still... absolutely stunning. My mind went blank. I couldn’t stop staring, completely bewitched, like she had cast some sort of spell on me. My mom could have been reciting the entire history of t

Gregory's Pov Her scent was overwhelming—thick, sweet, and intoxicating, filling every corner of the room and driving me to the edge of my control. She was already on the bed, laid out before me, her body trembling, her legs spread wide, and her slickness glistening between her thighs. Her skin glowed with need, and her lips were parted as small whimpers escaped, almost begging for me. My wolf stirred at the sight, growling deep in my chest, pushing against the fragile hold I had on myself. She was mine, laid bare, and every instinct in me screamed to claim her, mark her, and make her truly mine in every way. The bond between us, that primal pull, only intensified as I stood over her. Her body was trembling, hips slightly arching, seeking the touch only I could give. I stepped closer, my breathing heavy as I knelt on the bed between her thighs. My hand reached out, fingers brushing over the inside of her thigh, slick with her arousal. She gasped at the contact, her b