Greyson’s POV “Greyson, how is it going?” Smith’s voice came on. “I’m alright. You’re in town right? Could you send some men over to Matthew’s house to give it a thorough search and then report to my home in an hour?” I asked. “Sure, is there a problem though?”“Yes, I’ll brief you when you get here.” I said hanging up the phone. Pacing the length of my room didn’t help calm me down like I had hoped it would. It wasn’t exactly the anxiety of having a maid taken away from me that was the problem. It was the intent. And the fact that Matthew was a greedy psychopath. I couldn’t help but berate myself for keeping him close even when I knew what he had been doing in the pack. He was a new member of my officials and although his skill was incredibly helpful that had remained the only good thing about him. He was a bully, and had weird tendencies. I didn’t know of his pedophilic tendencies though, that would have been addressed harshly if I had ever gotten a whiff of it but maybe I ha
“Jake, it’s good to see you again.” Matthew called out the moment my ‘new owner’ entered the room. I couldn’t completely see his facial features because he still had his back turned against me but he was a big, short, round man with a bald head. “I was surprised you called me. We’re not set to see for another few weeks.” The man replied and Matthew let out a loud, deep bellied laugh like he had just cracked the funniest joke of the century. “Of course, of course, but I saw something that might interest you and I thought you might want to come check it out.” The man grunted and then Matthew pointed in my direction, glint in his eyes and a sly smirk painting his lips. I swallowed heavily the moment the short man turned in my direction. I recognized this face.“This is Freya. If I remember correctly, you were very close to acquiring her at the auction and then I came in and took that away from you. I’m sorry about that by the way.” Matthew apologized. This was the disgusting lookin
Trigger Warning: CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE SCENESGreyson’s POV:Listening to Matthew dish out his plans to the other man that I had come to associate with the name Jake through their conversations sent an unexplainable feeling through me.In the space of an hour, I had been able to figure out that Matthew was not the man that I thought him to be, but things took an even worse turn when he began to talk about his plans of executing the people in his way to get to the spot of Alpha with Jake by his side. It was eerie having to listen to another plan your death and Smith had been impatient to burst open the door and maul Matthew but I needed more. I needed to know if there were others involved in this and gather as much information as I could from this conversation before moving to burst him. So I gave the signal for Smith to stay calm and wait for my instructions. I knew the moment the conversation was over and I gave the signal for the men to get ready, the moment the door was flung
“Hold out her arm and keep a firm grip on her, just in case she trashes in reaction.” The healer advised and I did as she instructed.I had met the healer waiting in the living room when I had walked into the mansion alongside the Beta and immediately she introduced herself I had led her immediately to my room so she could check on Jessy. The woman had been mostly quiet, simply checking Jessy’s vitals, humming along whenever she did something or finished a check and writing some things onto her note pad. “How old is she?” The older woman finally asked once she was done. “She’s three.” I whispered, emotions coating my words. The entire situation was still yet to fully crash on me. While Matthew and Jake had been discussing, a heavy sense of foreboding had overwhelmed my frame. In the moment, I had truly thought that their plans would come to fruition and it would be the last time that I would see my daughter. The thought had scared me to my very bones but I had felt so helpless th
My heart thumped heavily in my chest as I made my way up the grand stairs that led to the Alpha’s room with the cleaning supplies in my hands.It had been a week since I had last performed this routine and for some reason I was feeling anxious about the entire situation. The last one week had been ‘normal’ for both Jessy and I, and since we usually lacked that a lot, it turned out to be such a reprieve from the traumatizing events of the previous week. Two positive things that had happened during this break was the fact that Jessy was doing much better, the healer had been around twice to see her and on both occasions she had said that my baby was doing very okay and that was even surprised at how fast she was healing. The second was that I was yet to see the Gamma any where around. I had been overly protective over Jessy and anxious that the man might come back at any point and try to snatch her from me again. None of those had happened, although on second thoughts the last and o
Greyson’s POV:The room was dimly lit, almost dark, there were bodies jam packed everywhere and it seemed like the people were trying to mold themselves into one with how close they grinded on each other. The music was a heart attack inducing, soul shattering blast that came from ten foot tall speakers set on either end of the enormous dance floor. It felt like I was at an elevated position and from that position I could watch the restless sea of bodies below me bob their heads and bodies to the music and engage in all sort of activities in the almost dark room. There was a woman. I couldn’t completely focus on her for a reason, neither could I get her face. But her thick mane of hair kept catching in the dim lights as she continued to dart in and out of the light. Appearing at one end and disappearing into another very frequently.The over amplified bass and drums of the music highjacked the feel of my own purse and the shuddering jerking steps of the woman as she tried to weave
The sound of pans and pots around me took me back to all those years ago when I had been pregnant with Jessy, but something was different this time. There were no whispers. I wasn’t being called a slut or a whore and I was more comfortable currently standing over the pot of soup than I had been in that kitchen. I didn’t miss my old pack, not in the least. I wasn’t in the most ideal of places and my situation could get better than it was in this moment but for me it felt good enough. I was satisfied here, this was never a word I used when it came to my previous pack. I was never truly satisfied. “I think you’ve been stirring that soup for too long Freya.” Christie teased beside and I spun on my heel to address, backing up in shock at how close she was to me. “Why are you so close to me?” I asked and the other girl only gave me a lopsided smile before moving to the sink to begin clearing the dishes. “I was trying to look over your shoulder. It wasn’t really hard since you’re so sh
The maids scattered back to their respective chores the moment the Alpha’s frame retreated. Emilia cut me a dirty look before brushing past me, bumping me hard with her shoulder before exiting the room. I watched as Zoe also left the room but it seemed like all the fight had left her. She simply looked sad and she kept her head hung low as she made her way out of the kitchen. “I’m sorry I got you in trouble. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Christie apologized by my side and I could see remorse and regret in the other girls eyes. It wasn’t her fault in the least. I was the one that had asked her a question and she had simply been answering it. She had not been prepared for the attack by Zoe and Emilia and she also did not ask me to slap Emilia. I gave her a small smile that I hoped was reassuring enough. “It’s not your fault at all. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me for getting you in trouble with Zoe.”Jessy was still hugging my legs tightly and it felt l