Emily’s POVThe doctor rushed to Michael's side, quickly searching for his pulse. "Uh, he is alive, just unconscious," he reported. "We need to resuscitate him, he just passed out temporarily."The warrior leader approached, urging me not too gently. "Well, don't just sit there, whore. Do it, it's not like you haven't kissed him or his brother before."I swallowed hard, hating the man but knowing I couldn't afford to provoke him further. Toughening my nerves, I leaned over Michael, whispering a silent prayer before pressing my lips to his in a desperate attempt to revive him.His dry, cracked lips felt foreign against mine, but I pushed past the discomfort, exhaling deeply into his mouth. I repeated the process, pausing only to press my hands against his still chest, pushing with all my might.Finally, Michael gasped, coughing up a mouthful of blood as his eyes flew open. For a moment, he simply stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, to my surprise, he reached up, cradling my
Alpha Michael's POV A frown of concern creased my brow as I watched Sarah cling desperately to my right hand, her eyes struggling to open. She was lying on a small mat, her body extremely cold and her skin pale. "Nick?" she rasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that you?""Yes, it's me," I replied, leaning in closer to her. "Uh, please let me carry you out of here."She sniffed the air, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Your voice... your scent—it's different, are you really my Nick?"A small whimper escaped her lips, and I felt my heart clench. Why hadn't she and my mother gained consciousness like the others? Was it because of Sarah's pregnancy?I couldn't waste any more time. If Nicholas was... dead, I shuddered at the thought. I needed to get Sarah to safety after my mother, so she could bring the next generation of our pack into the world. Bracing myself, I moved to lift her, but she suddenly lashed out, her fangs sinking into the flesh of my hand. I flinched, pain cut
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 POVBefore I could catch up to Michael, a person wearing thick battle armor appeared out of nowhere, knocking Michael away from James just as he was about to stab him."What the hell?" Michael shouted, his fist colliding with the armored stranger's face.The person flinched, spitting onto the ground before retaliating with a hard punch that sent Michael staggering backward. I couldn't make out who it was, but the familiarity of his silhouette nagged at me.As the two men grappled on the concrete floor, the stranger gained the upper hand, twisting Michael's hand and causing the little dagger to slip from his grasp. Seizing the opportunity, the stranger rained down blows on my friend's face, Michael struggling helplessly beneath his assault.Michael’s head snapped to the right, blood gushing from his nose holes. But the stranger didn’t stop punching him repeatedly, across the face. It was as if he wanted to kill him, and my heart kicked up a notch."Stop!" I cried, rushing towar
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
Emily's POV But to my greatest surprise, he moved the knife to the collar of my dress and then sliced downward, parting the fabric like it was nothing more than air.The cool night air kissed my skin, and I shivered. "James, what are you—""Quiet," he growled, and a chill shot down my spine."He is in heat, you need to have sex with him, it will help him get back to normal," Artemis said in my head. "I don't want to have sex with him, we are no longer a couple, I just wanted to make sure he was okay." I lamented, although we both knew it was a goddam lie. My heart beat erratically, but my core felt like a heater, and a familiar, wet heat gathered between my legs._I shouldn't be doing this,_ a small voice in the back of my head whispered, but I quickly dismissed the thought, too distracted by James's intense gaze.He looked like he wanted to eat me, his lips curling into a snarl as he eyed me hungrily, his eyes burning with raw, primal desire.His hands moved to my hips, gripping
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 POVRobert followed Carol down the dimly lit corridors, his eyes running about nervously, ensuring no one had spotted them. The sound of his wet footsteps echoed against the walls, the patter of rain a nonstop backdrop.At last, they reached a solid wooden door. Carol quickly brought out a key, glancing around before unlocking the door and pushing it open and leading Robert inside. The room was covered in darkness, the only light coming from the narrow sliver of light that filtered in from the hallway."Stay close," Carol murmured, reaching out to tug the door shut behind them.Blinded by total blackness, Robert felt the woman move past him, the sound of rustling footsteps signaling her movement. Suddenly, the room was bathed in soft light as she pulled a white cloth off one of the mysterious shapes that scattered the room.Beneath the cloth, rows upon rows of large plastic containers came into view. Robert's brow furrowed as Carol turned to him, a delighted shine in her eyes