All Chapters of Alpha Greogry : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Emma's POV It had been days. Weeks, maybe. Time had lost all meaning in this place—this wretched prison masquerading as a household. The walls seemed to close in on her with each passing hour, the stench of captivity clinging to every inch of her skin. Emma could barely remember what it felt like to be free, to feel the warmth of the sun or the wind on her face. The darkness had become her constant companion, settling deep within her bones, and the cold, unforgiving floor was now her bed. She shifted, wincing as the ache in her body sharpened, the pain of her ordeal weighing heavily on her back. Her arms, legs, every part of her body screamed for relief, but there was none to be found. She slowly pressed her back against the wall, feeling the rough stone scrape against her torn skin, and rested her head. There was nothing else she could do but wait, wait for the next wave of pain or whatever torment her father had in store for her. Her father hadn’t brought another man

Ati approached the prison, the stench of the place hitting her as she walked in, but she ignored it. She had come with a purpose. After taking permission from the guard, she headed straight to where Katie was held. She knew where they kept pack members who had offended, and it didn’t take long for her to find Katie curled up by the wall. “Katie,” Ati called out softly. Katie stirred and looked up, her eyes wild. She made a low growling noise, warning Ati to leave her alone. But Ati wasn’t easily intimidated. She stepped closer. “I’m really sorry for everything that happened,” Ati began, her voice calm but firm. “I just wanted to tell you… I’m no longer interested in Alpha Gregory. You can keep him if you want.” Katie just stared at her, saying nothing. “I found my mate,” Ati continued. “Last week. It was the most amazing thing, really. I just thought you should know. And I wanted to apologize for what I did. I know you didn’t kidnap Emma, but I had to act then. It was... c

Georgory's Pov I woke up on the cold floor, my head pounding from the hangover. The headache that had been crushing me last night had finally started to fade, but my body still felt heavy. Without thinking, I stood up, still naked, and walked into the room. There she was—Miranda. Standing in the middle of my mess. "What are you doing here?" I asked, not even bothering to notice my state of undress. She jumped like she’d been caught in the middle of something. Her eyes went wide, and her face turned a pale shade of red. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Alpha!” she stammered, turning her back to me immediately. “I didn’t know you were here. I thought you were out. I was just... you know... arranging your things. The room was scattered, so I thought—” “I never asked for your help,” I cut her off, my voice low, tired. “So what are you really doing in my room?” That’s when I noticed it. She was hiding something behind her back. Something small. Suspicious. Her breath caught, and she shr

Emma could see the distant borders of the TMM pack. Her pack. Her mate's pack. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She bent her knees, resting against a tree, her hand cradling her swollen belly. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, dragging her down after two days of endless walking with no rest. She had barely survived on the wild berries she’d found along the way, even gnawing on some bush bark to soothe her hunger. But now, as the borders loomed ahead, she felt like she couldn’t take another step. Her legs were covered in cuts and scrapes from sharp branches and thorns, her feet sore and bloodied from walking barefoot through rough terrain. For a moment, she sat there, frozen. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and her entire body trembled with fatigue. She placed one hand on her stomach, the other on her lower back, trying to ease the pressure. The baby somehow shifted inside her, a small reminder of wh

Luna Essa entered the prison, her footsteps slow and deliberate as they echoed through the dimly lit hallway. The cold air inside the stone-walled cell was stifling, almost suffocating. She came to a stop in front of Katie’s cell, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the young woman curled up in the far corner, asleep under a thin blanket. For a moment, Luna Essa stood there, watching her, thinking of how different things could have been if Katie had made better choices. But that time had passed. Now, there was no turning back. Finally, she cleared her throat, the sound slicing through the silence like a knife. Katie stirred, eyes blinking open in panic. She jolted upright, heart pounding, but as her bleary eyes focused on Luna Essa, the tension in her body eased. The fear gave way to recognition, and she slowly crawled toward the bars, her hands gripping the cold iron as she bowed her head. "Good morning, Luna," Katie whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse. S