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Emmanuel is confined to a room, watched over by the direct guard of Alpha Thorne, his father. When the doors open, a tiny woman walks in at a hurried pace, her short hair brushing her shoulders with every step.
She looks at her son lying on the bed and moves closer, bringing her hands to her eyes to wipe away the tears as she sees him in that state.
She cannot believe that he and Ezequiel rebelled against their father, or that they dared to confront him.
When she approaches, Emmanuel opens his eyes and resumes his struggle, his fierce fight to get out of there, to escape, to return to Lois, to Ezequiel.
His mother cries as she watches Emmanuel fight to free himself, achieving nothing. He hurts himself, injures himself, his hands bleed, but he does not stop fighting.
“Emmanuel, please, stop,” his mother begged, her voice breaking with anguish.
But Emmanuel did not listen. His mind was focused solely on freedom, on the need to return to the people he loved. Each attempt to break free was more desperate than the last, his body covered in cuts and bruises, evidence of his relentless struggle.
“Mother, let me out,” Emmanuel said, his voice filled with pain and determination. “Let me out!”
“I can’t, Emmanuel,” she replied, her voice heavy with sorrow.
Tears continued to fall down her face as she watched her son, her heart breaking at his resolve and her own helplessness.
“Lois… Ezequiel…” Emmanuel whispered, almost like a mantra, his strength fading but his spirit unbroken.
Morgana turns her gaze away from her son when the doors open again. This time, Alpha Thorne enters, accompanied by four other men.
They go straight to Emmanuel and restrain him firmly by his hands and legs. Emmanuel resists, screaming in fury at them, while his father crosses his arms, observing the masterful resistance his son displays.
In addition to being bound with special ropes that prevent him from breaking free through brute force.
The mother approaches slowly, flexing her fingers, preparing for what she is about to do. Emmanuel knows it too.
His mother has the ability to lock away the wolf, to nullify the possibility of transforming, but she has never done it to an Alpha.
She is nervous; she does not want to hurt her son, but she knows it is the only way to control him, at least for the moment.
When she moves closer, her mate follows behind her, making sure she is not in danger. One of Morgana’s hands goes to her son’s forehead, the other to his stomach. She presses hard, trying to suppress him, to lock away his wolf, but she can’t.
A sharp cry escapes her; Emmanuel resists. He is the future Alpha for a reason.
Blood runs from his mother’s nose and she coughs, spitting blood onto her son.
Her mate holds her and asks her to stop, but she refuses.
“I can do it,” she says with certainty. She places both hands on Emmanuel’s stomach and starts again from scratch.
Emmanuel screams, his voice echoing throughout the room. Pain is reflected in every cry he lets out; he cannot move, but he does not stop trying.
“Aaah!” Emmanuel screams once more.
Morgana feels her hands burning hot against her son’s bare body, feels the heat scorching her. She coughs blood again and then pulls her hands away when she feels them ignite.
She stumbles back in haste.
“Get back!” she shouts at the others.
Her mate grabs her by the waist and shields her with his body just before Emmanuel’s body turns into a ball of fire for a few brief seconds—long enough to burn those around him.
Flames dance around Emmanuel, lighting the room with a terrifying glow. The guards scream and scramble away, some falling to the ground and rolling to put out the fire on their clothes.
Morgana watches with horror and fascination as the flames engulf her son. The heat is suffocating; the air seems to vibrate with the intensity of the fire. Thorne, standing by the door, keeps an impassive expression, but his eyes gleam with a mix of pride and concern.
Part of his power, but never expressed like this. He had the ability to control, in a certain way, the power of the sun, managing to create a ball of fire he could control, but… until now, no one had been able to cover his entire body in flames. When his father approaches, the flames have subsided.
Thorne smiles with pride at his heir, the future Alpha of the pack, the great Alpha.
“Morgana,” Thorne calls to his mate.
She approaches, somewhat fearful.
“Can you try again?” Thorne asks her. “Lock away his wolf—he’s weak now.”