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Esme’s POVFor the past six hours I have been running like a mad woman.I have searched every corner of the house, every street near the estate, every place, and I have tried so hard to catch his scent, but it feels like it has been wiped from the air completely. I shift back and forth between my human and wolf senses, forcing myself to breathe deeply, forcing myself to focus, but there is nothing. It is like he was never there.My heart has not stopped pounding since the moment I realized he was gone.Just why me.Why does this keep happening to me.Why would anyone take Lior.He is just a little boy who has done nothing wrong to anyone. He laughs loudly, he runs too fast for his small legs, he always asks too many questions, and he still holds my hand when he feels sleepy. Who would look at a child like that and decide to hurt him.I feel like I cannot breathe properly.My mind keeps replaying every possible mistake I could have made. Maybe I should not have let him alone for so lon

Esme’s POVKPA!The sound of the slap echoed loudly in the room, sharp and shocking. My palm burned from the impact, but I did not care. Marek’s face snapped to the side, and for a moment he just stood there, frozen, staring at the floor like his brain could not process what had just happened. Slowly, he turned his head back to me, his eyes wide with disbelief.“Are you mad, Marek?” I asked, my voice low and full of deadly intent. “Do I look like some fucking whore to you? Do I look like someone you can use as you like? What do you take me for?”Anger boiled inside me, hot and dangerous, and the more I looked at him, the more disgusted I felt.“You want to taste me, this and that,” I continued, my voice rising. “Ikoru gbago enu, ikoru gbada ana. Oya, come and taste now. Taste and die there. Are you mad? Something is working in your head?” For the very first time, I used the pack language because I was furious. It's something we rarely speak and when it happens, it means that our wol

Esme's POV I wasn't expecting the last blow as he raised his hands, his claws elongating to a height that shocked me because I had never seen such long claws before in my life. Instantly he sank them straight into my chest as if my body was nothing more than paper. The pain was so sudden and so brutal that my breath left my lungs at once and my whole body froze. I could not even scream at first because the shock was too much and my mind refused to accept what had just happened. My eyes widened as I stared at him, at my son, at the creature that looked at me with empty and cold eyes that had no trace of the little boy who used to run to me every morning. Then the pain came all at once. It was sharp and burning and it spread across my chest and my ribs and my back and my head. I felt my legs give way and I collapsed to the floor. I saw bright flashes in my vision and my ears rang loudly. I could not hear properly and everything around me felt distant and unreal. I tasted bloo

Esme’s POVI dropped to my knees hard, the cold floor biting into my skin, but I barely felt it because my mind was screaming at me to fight back, to run, to do anything but this. Tears were already streaming down my face, hot and salty, mixing with the sweat from earlier, and I could not stop them no matter how hard I tried. Marek stood over me, tall and smug, his pants already unbuckled, with his dick out, hard and pointing right at my face like a weapon.“Open your mouth, Esme,” he said, his voice rough and demanding. “Suck me good and maybe I will let you see your son again without chains and sane.”I shook my head slowly, my lips pressed tight together because the thought of touching him like this made my stomach twist in knots.“Please, Marek,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Do not make me do this. I am begging you.”He laughed low and grabbed my hair hard, yanking my head back so I had to look up at him.“Begging turns me on more,” he said. “You are going to suck my dick li

Esme's POVCole crashed into the room so hard that the door hit the wall with a loud bang that made me jump. My heart stopped for a second when I saw him. He was covered in blood from head to toe, his shirt torn in several places and his face bruised like he had gone through hell to get here. His chest was rising and falling fast as if he had been running for a long time. In his hands were two guns, both pointed forward without even shaking.Holy hell.Did he just massacre everyone outside?The smell of blood followed him into the room, thick and heavy, and for a moment I could not even breathe. My heart felt like it was about to explode because relief and fear and shock all hit me at once. He was here. He came for me. He came for our son.“Cole…” I whispered, but my voice was so weak that I was not even sure he heard me.His eyes found me immediately. They moved over my body fast, checking if I was hurt, and when he saw the faint blood stains on my clothes and the marks on my skin,