Nora’s POV A groan escaped from my lips as I saw the faces of Jack and the other warriors blocking my way. They looked like they were ready to pounce on me if I made a wrong move. I glanced back at George, who was standing behind me with a smug expression on his face. He knew I had no choice but to listen to him. “Let me go!” I shouted, trying to push past them. “I don’t want to talk to you, George! You have no right to keep me here or treat me this way!” “Calm down, Little Bird,” George said, his voice calm and authoritative. “You are not a prisoner here, you are my guest and the mother of my sons.” I snorted. I was fucking tired of hearing him call me the stupid nickname he just made up a few minutes ago. “Your sons?” I spat, feeling my chest rise in anger. “What sons? Do you mean the ones you rejected? The sons you didn’t want to see or take care of right after they were born?” I inquired, looking into his eyes. “That’s not true,” George said, shaking his head. “I made a mist

Alpha George’s POV My chest rose and fell as I knocked on the door of room 316, and it swung open with a creak. I stepped inside and froze. There they were on the bed, a man and a woman, entangled in the sheets of the bed, kissing passionately and groping each other. My heart clenched at the sight, and Knight slurred inside of me at the thought that it was Nora. I didn’t think, I just acted. I ran towards them and pulled them apart, ready to confront the bastard who had stolen her from me. But as I looked at their faces, I realized they were not who I thought they were. They were strangers, with no resemblance to Nora or the man I had seen her on the news with before. They looked at me with shock and fear, as if I was a madman. “Who the hell are you?” the man yelled, pushing me away from the woman. His eyes flashed yellow, a sign of his anger and his wolf. He was ready to fight me, but I didn’t care. I only cared about Nora. “Where is Nora?” I demanded, scanning the room for any cl

Nora’s POV I woke up with a jolt, feeling every muscle in my body ache. I blinked my sore eyes, trying to adjust to the dim light. I shivered as I realized I had slept on the cold floor with no blanket or pillow. I rubbed my arms, feeling cold. Shivers ran down my spine. Memories from last night bubbled up inside me now like an acid reflux, burning and bitter. Thomas wanted revenge. I wiped my tears, I had to act fast. I couldn’t go to the police; they wouldn’t believe me, even if I testified that he was the claw killer without evidence. I needed help from someone who could suppress Thomas's strength and speed, and Alpha Dante was the only person that came to mind. I ran to the bathroom, where I had hidden my laptop in my luggage. I opened it and searched for the number of the alpha’s house. I found it and dialed it, hoping he would answer. I waited, hearing the phone ring three times. I prayed to the moon goddess that he was home and would be willing to help. Someone picked up th

Nora’s POV I looked around the streets, everyone was just walking around, minding their businesses. They had no idea what was happening inside the large warehouse at the end of the road. I arrived at the rusty metal door and took a deep breath before knocking on it. “Go away, old hag!” Thomas’s voice came from inside, angry and impatient. “…It’s me, Nora,” I said, hoping he would recognize me. There was silence, followed by a few rustling sounds, and the doors of the warehouse opened for me. A hand came from inside and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me into the warehouse. I gasped and opened my eyes in shock as I saw the scene before me. Asher was locked in a rusty car in the middle. He looked pale and scared, his eyes pleading for help. “Mom,” he mouthed, his voice muffled by the glass. My eyes drifted to Matteo, he was lying on a table, groaning as electric currents ran through his body. A leech-like device was attached to his wrist, draining his life force. “Thomas, what hav

Author’s POV Mrs. Williams checked her phone and saw a new message from Rick. She opened it and read: Rick: Mom, we are almost there. Just a few minutes away from the packhouse. Her mouth curled into a smile. She was overwhelmed with joy, she couldn’t wait to see them and welcome the new addition to their family. “I can’t wait to see you and your girlfriend. How is she feeling now? I hope she has stopped throwing up.” She smiled and then pressed send. Rick: She still throws up, but it’s not often, I just bought some medications for her. “That’s wonderful. I am glad to hear that you are already taking care of her. I hope her pregnancy lasts and she doesn’t have a miscarriage like your other girlfriends. Sometimes I think all the miscarriages happening in our family are like a curse. What am I even saying? Forget about it," she replied.Rick: Mom, stop being superstitious. I am sure our family isn’t cursed, it’s just the will of the moon goddess. We will be there soon. Love you.