Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Greogry : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Gregory's POV I could feel the weight of exhaustion settling over me as I sat beside Emma, watching her breathe softly in her sleep. The tension of everything—her sudden collapse, the witch’s cryptic warnings, the looming threats—was catching up to me. My head drooped slightly as I leaned back, letting the quiet wash over me. I decided to rest for a moment, just to take the edge off. But peace was a fleeting luxury. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open with a loud thud. I bolted upright, heart racing as Eve, the pack’s warrior leader, stormed in. Her face was set in a grim expression, her eyes filled with urgency. “Alpha,” she addressed me, breathless. “There’s an emergency.” Annoyed at the disruption and protective of Emma, I narrowed my eyes, my voice low with irritation. “What is it, Eve? Is it so bad that you had to disturb me while I’m here with my mate?” My tone was sharp, but she didn’t flinch, bowing her head in respect. “I’m truly sorry, Alpha,” she

Gregory rushed into the park house compound, his heart pounding and his mind racing. He barely noticed the children playing in the yard as he stormed through the entrance, desperate to find his mother. As he burst into the main room, he found Luna Essa deep in conversation with Daniel. The moment she saw him, her expression shifted from curiosity to concern. “Gregory, what’s wrong?” she asked, rising to her feet. “Why are your eyes so red? Where is Emma?” Her gaze darted behind him, searching for her daughter-in-law. Taking a shaky breath, Gregory felt the weight of despair crushing down on him. “Mother, Emma isn’t here,” he managed to choke out, his voice breaking. “I don’t know where she is.” “Who knows?” he added hopelessly, dropping into one of the dining chairs. Daniel, usually stoic and composed, stepped forward, worry etched across his features. “Gregory, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” “I think Emma has been kidnapped,” Gregory confessed, his heart raci

Emma's I blinked my eyes open, disoriented. My mind was sluggish, like it hadn’t fully woken up with the rest of me. At first, everything was a blur. I couldn’t even tell where I was. But after a few seconds, my brain began to catch up, piecing things together. The cold, hard surface beneath me. The roughness of stone pressing against my back. I coughed, the taste of dust sharp in my throat. Slowly, I tried to sit up. The effort was harder than it should have been, and a sharp pain ran down my arms as my hands scraped the ground. That’s when I felt it—the tightness around my legs. I glanced down, heart sinking. My legs were bound with thick rope, leaving me unable to move freely. Where am I? The question slipped out of my mouth, my voice barely a whisper. But no one was there to answer. The room around me was cloaked in darkness. I could barely make out the shape of anything—just shadows merging into more shadows. I was alone. Completely alone. "Georgory!" I called o

Georgory's Pov I gripped the bottle tighter, the weight of it anchoring me in my chair as I stared blankly at the swirling liquid. The burn in my throat was all that reminded me I was still here, still stuck in this endless loop. "Will you stop this?” Daniel's voice cut through the fog of my mind, but I didn’t look up. His footsteps approached, echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. “That’s your fifth bottle. You need to stop.” I laughed bitterly, bringing the bottle to my lips again. “Stop? What for, Daniel?” I muttered, my voice low and rough. “We’re on the edge of war. People I trusted betrayed me, Emma’s gone, and my children…” I trailed off, swallowing hard. “What am I supposed to do? You tell me.” Daniel stood before me, frustration radiating off him in waves. “You think drinking yourself to death will solve anything?” he snapped. “You’re the Alpha, ! You need to get your head straight. The pack is in chaos—borders are being breached, people are being murdered. And

Gregory’s body trembled uncontrollably. He sat on the cold floor, half-dressed, his shirt still on but his pants undone, exposing the evidence of what had just happened. His eyes darted between Eve and the door where Daniel’s voice had come from. The shame, the regret, it all hit him at once like a crashing wave. “What have I done?” he whispered, barely audible, his voice choked with guilt. He buried his face in his hands, his body shaking as he fought back tears. Eve, standing nearby, hesitated for a moment before walking toward him. She knelt beside him, reaching out but stopping just short of touching him. "Alpha," she said softly, her voice tinged with guilt, "I understand… and I’m really sorry I didn’t stop you." She paused, trying to find the right words. “Even though this was my first time… I would willingly do it again, for you. You’re my Alpha, and I would do anything for you. I don’t blame you for what happened.” Gregory didn’t respond, his face still buried in his