Novels by J'paxi

Damien's POV I stood there, hopeless.Not the kind of hopelessness that meant confusion or anxiety. No. This was a deep-rooted, gut-splitting kind of hopelessness that came from watching something you’ve fought like hell to protect get torn apart in the blink of an eye.Serena.This wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought I had done everything—everything—to make sure her past wouldn’t come back to haunt her. I had buried it so deep, paid off everyone, bought the damn club, wiped clean every trace that could tie her to that old life. But I guess fate wasn’t done playing games with us.At this moment, I hated myself. I regretted planning this wedding tonight. I should’ve waited. Should’ve let her heal first. She was still recovering from being abducted, tied like some damn goat to a chair. She hadn’t even processed that trauma fully. And now this? Public disgrace? From the same people she called family?I turned sharply to Zayn, my voice low but heavy with anger. “Shut it down. Whatever i

Serena's Pov Cont…“What have you done to my son?!”Vivian’s voice slapped the air harder than her palm did my cheek. My face stung, but my pride burned hotter. I stood there frozen for a second, then something deep in my bones cracked. The kind of crack that doesn’t break you—it frees you.I met her eyes, loud and unflinching. “Don’t you ever lay your hands on me again.”She scoffed. “You turned Damien against his own mother! And now you’re standing here, about to marry your own stepbrother. Have you no shame?!”I flared. “Don’t twist this to fit your delusions, Vivian. Damien was never my brother. I didn’t even know he existed until I came here. So, whatever fantasy of a family you created in your little head doesn’t apply to me.”“You ungrateful brat!” she shrieked, hand raised again.“Touch me,” I dared her, “and I swear, I’ll call the guards and have you dragged out of here like the disgrace you are. I’m not that scared little girl you used to slap around. Try me.”The air thicke

Serena's Pov I didn’t even know when the tears started to fall. One minute, I was tied up like some dog meat in a basement, and the next, the iron door was blown open with a thunderous bang.And there he was—Damien.My Damien.A blur of shadows and raw fury, his face twisted in pure rage as his eyes scanned the room and landed on me. Relief washed over me so fast, I felt like my lungs collapsed and filled all over again. Zayn was right behind him, storming in like a demon at war.“Damien…” My voice cracked.“Get your fucking hands off her!” Damien roared, charging like a storm.Julian didn’t even get the chance to blink before Damien’s fist slammed into his jaw so hard, I heard bones crack. Julian went flying off the floor like he weighed nothing. Good. Serves the bastard right.Ivy screamed.“Don’t you fucking move,” Damien growled at her without even sparing her a glance. His steps thundered toward me, and I swear I saw death in his eyes.Zayn grabbed Damien’s shoulder before he co

SERENA'S POV Pain had a language of its own and right now, it was screaming through every nerve in my body. My wrists were tied so tight that I could barely feel my hands anymore. My legs throbbed from being kicked earlier when I refused to kneel for him or accept his proposal and my jaw still ached from the slap Julian gave me the last time I told him he smelled like wet socks and daddy issues. But that wasn’t going to stop me, I’d rather die on my feet than live as some idiot’s second choice Luna. “You could’ve had it all, Serena,” Julian said, stepping closer like he was some tragic hero in a horror film. “Power, Status and a legacy your father would be proud of. He wouldn’t have to keep calling you a cursed Omega anymore.” I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might fall out of my head. “Oh, please. Spare me the soap opera,” I said with my voice so hoarse but it's still sharp. “The only thing my father would be proud of is if I kicked you in the balls hard enough to fix you

DAMIEN'S POVBy the time I went back, the Pack house was too quiet except this time, it wasn’t the calm-before-the-storm kind of quiet.It was the kind of quiet that gnawed at the back of your skull and whispered to you that something was missing before you even stepped through the damn door.My wolf was already clawing at me and I stormed into the house, kicking the door open so hard that the hinges cried. My eyes scanned the living room, the hallway, the corner and there was no scent, not even a trace.My mate wasn’t here.“Elena!” I bellowed, voice shaking the fucking walls. “Sloane!”Both of them stumbled into the hallway like two nervous rabbits caught in headlights with matching robes and matching fake innocent faces. The ones that screamed we definitely know what’s wrong but we’re going to pretend we don’t.Elena blinked. “Damien. You’re… back early.”Sloane gave a shaky laugh. “Serena just went out for a walk. Nothing serious. She’ll be back soon—”I took a step forward and th

DAMIEN POV The Pack grounds were too quiet by the time we got to the supposed attacked place. Like eerily, gut-twisting, bone-deep quiet. No blood, No smoke, No claw marks in the dirt. Just wind, chirping birds, and wolves training like it was just another Tuesday in the goddamn werewolf Olympics. And I’d just flown here like an idiot, mid-negotiation with Russian arms dealers and my mate who had a lot to explain about a goddamn lingerie that came from nowhere. My jaw ticked. My wolf was suddenly pacing, it's hackles half-raised in anticipation, but there was nothing to bite. No rogues, no attack, no chaos and to worsen it all, I wasn't near my mate. “Zayn!” I barked, stepping out of the armored SUV. My voice cut through the stillness like a blade. “Tell me this is a bad dream and not a waste of my goddamn time.” Zayn looked like he’d been slapped by an unaware illusion. He jogged toward me, nerves written all over his dumb pretty-boy face. “I’m sorry Alpha it came fro