All Chapters of THE LAST PACK: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emily’s POVMy whole body melted in his arms after we spent the afternoon tangled in bed, skipping lunch. I ached in the best way; every inch of me felt wanted, safe, and impossibly close to him. It was worth it.Nolan worshipped my body. Every touch of his fingers sent electricity over my skin, leaving trails of heat pulsing beneath the surface. His hands, so devoted as they explored me, kindled every nerve ending and made my breath catch, my heart wild in my chest. I felt cherished, alive. His lips traced sensitive places, his breath warm and tantalizing against me. Desire pooled in my core, building a gentle ache, as if I floated in a haze that was all him. I surrendered, mind floating in the glow of his closeness. Even as I drifted off, aftershocks of pleasure shimmering through me, a strange dream pressed in. Emily, a voice called. I need you."Who are you?" I asked. "What do you want from me?""I'm Aya, your wolf. I am a part of you, always meant to be with you, even if you can

Emily’s POVNolan was strong—I knew that—but when his claws appeared, and he changed, I trembled. My breath caught, heart pounding in my ears. The air felt charged, thick with earth and adrenaline, every noise—claws clicking, chest rumbling—was magnified. I tasted metallic fear, cold at the back of my mouth, mixed with an odd sense of safety telling me to stay close to him.Afterward, he held me as I watched Vince catch his breath."Don’t worry, no one will touch you again, my beautiful woman," Nolan said. "Can I say that?""Nolan, no," I whispered to him. "I am your mate, remember.""Yes, you are," he said, chuckling and kissing my forehead.In the fields, I patted the nodding horses. Love you too, guys.The woman in charge walked up to us, handed us the wicker baskets, and pointed. Pick an aisle.Nolan and I exchanged a glance. "Thank you," we said, but she was gone."Picking tomatoes," I said. "Perfect."As I picked them, I glanced at Nolan. Everything seemed perfect right now in t

Emily’s POVNolan was up, and he looked grumpy. Jay was in his arms, feeding him the little bottle of milk, holding his thumb.I smiled. "Good morning," I told Nolan as I made my way to him, kissing him on the lips."Emily," Nolan started, but a knock on the door stopped him. I opened the door to see my brother and his mates. My brother hugged me as he lifted me off the ground, then put me down."This is Ethan, my mate, and Dana, my human mate; you can trust them." My brother continued, "Now, I will talk to Betty because we need to catch up on a lot. And, Dana, you take my nephew to the nursery.""Let’s go eat first, talk, and tonight we have a small get-together to introduce you to the group," Ethan said. "We are not many, but we’re very close. And, we can have some drinks…""No way," Nolan said. "Where did you get it?""I made it, hey, survival, we need to live a little, am I right?" Ethan replied.Yes, Nolan said, then turned to me.Glad you're feeling better, Nolan. The grumpiness

Emily’s POVMy body felt like jelly, every muscle was loose and humming from pleasure. We couldn’t get enough of each other, our hands roaming, skin tingling wherever we touched. Our breath mingled, hot and urgent in the darkness. It was almost like the first time. No, I take that back: the first time it hurt, and he was too fast. Last night was different. It was slow, sensual, and deep, every shiver and gentle ache meaningful. My skin was hypersensitive, still pulsing with memories of his fingertips lightly stroking down my back. I remembered how his mouth had found every place that made me gasp. I lay there, eyes closed, soaking in the heat of the sheets and the light scent of Nolan on my skin, my heart beating with happiness and longing, all at once.Glad you enjoyed it, a voice said in my head, and I opened my eyes. It was not Aya.Nolan? How is this possible?I don't know, you're my fated mate. I just knew it. Minx said so, too.This is amazing! We can talk, and no one will know?

Nolan’s POV"Salem, you know the rules, and so does Nolan," Betty said. "He attacked a human; he is staying the night in the cell."Dennis came sprinting, yelling something, but I couldn't tell what he said. My anger was a roar in my ears; nothing else got through.Someone took Jay, and Emily ran outside."Sound the alarm," Betty said into her walkie-talkie."Fuck your alarm, our kid is gone!" I shouted. "Emily!" I tried to link the mental connection we share as mates, the one that lets us speak silently in each other's minds. I shouted again, but she didn't respond. I knew she would go to the one place where she knew she would find her son: the last pack.I bolted with Salem and Ethan behind me. "Open the fucking gates, George! I will get out anyway; don’t test me," I yelled.The gates opened, and I picked up her scent; we followed it. Then I stopped and tried the link again.Emily, please, listen to me…. EmilyWe kept going, running and walking, my mind twisted up inside out. I was