Emma’s point of view 

I choke back on tears, but it tears through me, ripping a hole in my heart.

"Oh God." I gasp, as I try to steady my breathing, knowing that my kids won't want me crying.

I stay silent as I sit in the dark, reminiscing about the beautiful days I had with my kids, and more beautiful days ahead, my thought also drifts to Gabe and to what Flora said, I would bend backwards to get my kids back.

I picture them in my mind when I am thrown backwards violently. A masked man is pinning my body to the ground, his claw digging into my neck.

Someone is trying to kill me, probably the same person who took my children, absolutely not.

I wrap my hand around the one on my throat, and dig my fingers in, tearing flesh off. He yells in pain as I push him backwards, and he hits the grouns with a loud thud.

"Fucking Bitch." He says getting up, then pulls off his mask, and spits on my floor. I stare at him, not recognizing him.

"Where are my kids?" I yell, jumping on him, tackling him to the ground, baring my teeth to bite him when he shoves me backward, so hard that I feel something break.

He drags me by the hair to the living room, and punches me repeatedly in the stomach, I feel a lot of things break, the blood falling from my lips is an evidence of that.

I kick his stomach, but he doesn't flinch, who the fuck is this? I feel myself begin to give up when he punches me in the chest. With all the power in me, I push him backwards, rip out my table's leg, and throw it directly into his chest.

I walk to him, as he groans, and bite out his neck.

"Who the fuck are you?" I yell, and he laughs.

"This is not your fight, you're just a ploy." He smiles, and before I can blink, he pulls out a lighter and sets himself on fire, what the fuck.

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I sit on the plane, with my heart in my throat. I am wearing a Hodie to hide most of my wonds.

I still can not believe that man blew up my sitting room, him with it. I grabbed what I could, washed my selves and book a last minute flight to Chicago.

Deep down, I know that my kids are not in New York, and with what that man said, it could be Gabe's.

"Ma'am, this is for you." An air stewardess hands me a glass of wine and a note, I did order the wine, but what is the note all about.

I watch her walk away then open the note ---- Never seen a woman who could end Slavio, but I should have known Emma Kendrick would. Camilla is my favorite, Lucien and Rosaline, the strongest, well, for now. I paved the road you're walking on, darling. See you soon, Tick, Tock.

I stare round the plane in fear, wondering who he is, and what the actually fuck is going on. I spend the next eleven hours in fear, and hope that my children will be fine.

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I tug my hoodie down, to cover the scarrin on my wrist, as I walk towards his mansion. Gabriel Salvatore is the Alpha of The Chicago Pack, that is quite a position.

He lives in a Mansion, one where his Godfather, the late Alpha -- Cavill Dominico lived. I grit my teeth, as I see the guards standing by the huge gates.

Damn him, he is living in affluence while his children are suffering.

"I am here to see Gabe." I say, and the six of them stare at me, I just called their Alpha by his name.

"Tell him Emma is here." I add, but they don't budge.

"You can not keep me out, I will get in, one way or the other, so you might spare your self the stress and reprimand by letting me in."

"Alpha is not around." The brown haired one says, walking closer to me.

"You should know how to lie better." I say, feeling the hot boil of anger.

"Look, I have no time for this, so why not ju -- "

I am cut off by the gate opening, and a familiar face walking out -- April, Gabe's younger sister.

"Emma?" She says, in shock, and I just stare at her, while she gazes at me, I know how horrible I look, in dirty joggers and hoodie, sweating all over the place.

"Oh my God, Emma, how long has it been!" She squeals, taking my hands and tugging me inside. I dutifully give the guards my fingers.

"This is amazing, Gaberiel is inside, so are Carlino and Augustine." She smiles, and I nod, staring at the mansion, all the gold and shit.

"I just need to talk to Gabe." I say, and she stares at me oddly, gazes at my clothing, then stare at me with pity.

"I can walk, I know this place." I say, pulling away from her, I remember her clearly, telling Gabe to leave me.

"Well." She laughs, then gaze at my belly, does she think I have been pregnant for seven years, how demented can she be.

"Gaberiel!" She sing-songs, as the door is opened.

"April, not now." I hear and freeze. I haven't heard his voice in eight years, his last words to me was I should abort the pregnancy.

"There is an unexpected guest for youu." She grins, obviously enjoying this.

"Sister." I hear Augustine, then see him, he looks older.

"Emma?" Carly says when I come into sight, she liked me.

"Hi, Carlino. Augustine, you look well." I smile at them, feeling self concious in my outfit.

"Emmaline, oh my God." Augustine gasps, walking to me, I try not to glance at Gabe.

"You look so grown." Carly says, and I smile.

"Hello." A foreign voice says, walking closer to me.

"What brings you here, Emmaline, I am Esemerada, Gabe's Fiancee." She says, and I say nothing, connecting the dots, she is his arranged mate, how splendid.