[Ciara's Pov]
My name is Clara Baxter, and this is the story of how I met the one person who would turn my world upside down. It all began on the night my best friend, Julia, forced me to follow her to the club. She had just caught her boyfriend of four years cheating, and all she wanted was to drown her sorrow in alcohol.
I was the perfect person to be with her at the club. Now, we were seated at the bar in the wildest nightclubs in California, and all I could think about was how the bass from the speakers pounded through my chest.
The music thumped so hard it felt like it was knocking the breath out of my lungs. Bright lights flashed in wild, dizzying patterns as Julia brought her glass to her lips.
"Ryan is such an idiot for cheating on me!" She yelled, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. Her voice cracked, yet she forced herself to smile.
“Totally!” I yelled back, though my heart ached for her. Her eyes were red, her makeup smudged. She looked like she was trying too hard to convince herself she was fine.
She emptied the drink in her glass and grinned at me again. “More shots!”
I blinked at her. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? You're getting drunk, Julia!"
She rolled her eyes. “Enough? No such thing tonight!” Then, she slammed her empty glass on the bar, already flagging the bartender down. I sighed, finishing my own drink.
The burn of the alcohol dulled the edges of my nerves, and the heavy bass of the music in the room felt like it was carrying me now. If this was what Julia needed to feel better, I’d stay right by her side. Soon, she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the dance floor before I could protest. “Come on, Ciara! Let’s forget everything!”
We pushed our way into the crowd and started dancing. Julia moved like she was trying to escape herself. I tried to mimic her dancing moves as I watched her thrash her arms and shake her hips.
Then, I felt it. There was a strange prickling sensation at the back of my neck. It felt like someone was watching me.
I stood still for a moment as I scanned the room. Something felt off. At first, I did not notice anything unusual, just a bunch of people dancing, laughing, and drinking, but then my gaze fell upon him. He was in the corner, leaning against the wall like he didn’t belong here. A dark suit hugged his tall, lean frame, the crispness of it out of place in the chaos of the club. My breath caught as I blinked at him.
“Ciara!” Julia yelled, spinning me around. “You’re zoning out! Come on, have fun!"
“Sorry,” I mumbled, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched. My attention drifted back to the corner again, and he was still there. Still staring at me. A small knot formed in my stomach and my pulse quickened.
Who the hell was that? Was he just some creep? Or was there something else about him—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on? I tried to ignore him, instead focusing on Julia, who was now dancing with a man who appeared out of nowhere. Minutes later, I jerked backwards and glanced back at the corner.
Shit! He was still there, watching me without blinking. I turned to face Julia again—to tell her what was going on, but she was rocking her butt against the crotch of the man behind her, screaming the lyrics of the song in the background at the top of her voice. She seemed happy, or at least distracted, and that gave me an excuse to slip away. Before I could stop myself back, I left Julia and began to weave through the crowd as my attention remained pinned on the man who was still at the corner, watching me.
Something inside me sparked. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like he already knew me. Either way, I felt bold. I made my way across the room, weaving through the crowd until I was standing a few feet away from him.
“Hey! Do you always stare at people like that?” I asked him, crossing my arms.
Up close, he was even more intimidating. He was tall and his broad shoulders filled out his suit perfectly. I noticed how slicked back his dark hair was, not a strand out of place. And those eyes—damn it! They were even more piercing than I’d realized. They were pale, icy blue, pinned on me like I was the only thing in the room.
"Hello?" I called out to him again with a raised voice. His lips twitched but he didn't say a word.
“Not a talker, huh? That's cool,” I said, trying to ignore the way my stomach flipped under his gaze. “Look, if you’re going to stare, at least tell me your name.”
Still nothing. His gaze dipped briefly to my lips, then back to my eyes. A chill ran through me. I know, I should’ve walked away. But there was something about him—something magnetic.
The heat between us felt electric, and I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or him making my head spin.
“Okay,” I said, taking a step closer. “How about a dance? Or is that beneath you, Mr. Mysterious?”
To my surprise, he extended a hand. I hesitated for half a second before placing my hand in his. His grip was firm, and his palm was cool against mine as he led me to the edge of the dance floor.
The music slowed, and so did we. I swayed to the beat, acutely aware of how close we were. He didn’t dance like the other guys in the club—no awkward shuffling or overconfident moves. He was smooth, controlled, and before I knew what was happening, his hands settled lightly on my waist as we swayed.
I looked up at him as my heart pounded. “Still not going to tell me your name?”
His lips curved into a faint smile. Yet, he remained silent. I tilted my head as I studied him. He had a tattoo which ran from the left side of his neck and disappeared into his shirt. He also had a small, diamond nose ring that shone under the club lights.
I frowned, "You know, it’s kind of rude to ignore someone when they’re trying to make conversation.
He didn't say a word. Rather, he spun me around before wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. My mouth turned dry as I felt the heat of his warm breath on my face.
"You're mysterious. I like that." I muttered.
He leaned in slightly, next to my ear. “And you’re persistent. I like that,” he said with a voice that was so low and smooth, with just the faintest trace of an accent I couldn’t place.
My mouth dropped open, caught off guard by the sound of his voice. "See? That wasn’t so hard,” I said, forcing myself to sound braver than I felt. “What’s your name?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes dropped to my lips instead. Before I could press him further, he kissed me. I stopped breathing as I felt his lips crash against mine. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant. It was deep, consuming, and it stole the breath right out of my lungs.
My hands moved instinctively to his chest and I gripped the fabric of his suit. I didn’t care that I didn’t know his name. I didn’t care about anything but the way his lips felt on mine, the way his hands pressed me closer. When we finally broke apart, I was panting.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
“Let’s go,” he murmured with a voice that was low and rough, barely audible over the music.
"Go? To where?" I asked, confused. He didn't say anything in response. Instead, he took my hand again, leading me toward a set of stairs at the back of the club.
And like an idiot, I followed him.
Chapter 2: What the Actual Hell?"Wh-where are you taking me to?" I asked him, my voice slurring. He held my hand firmly as we went up a staircase, and walked down a dark hall. I should’ve stopped; I didn’t even know his name. But there was something about him, something that made it impossible to resist. He opened a door at the end of the hallway and stepped aside, motioning for me to enter.I nodded without a word and walked into the room. The room was spacious, with sleek leather couches, a glass coffee table, and a small bar in the corner. The first thing I noticed was that it smelled faintly of expensive cologne and leather—his scent, I realized.I turned to face him as he closed the door behind us. He stood there for a moment, watching me with those piercing blue eyes. “This room. Is it yours?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light even as my heart pounded in my chest.He didn’t answer. Instead, he just stepped closer.I swallowed hard. “You know, I should probably go. My fr
Chapter 3: A Dangerous Offer(Daryl’s POV)"What did you just say?" Ciara asked, stepping closer to me.I swallowed hard, meeting her gaze. She was staring at me like I had lost my damn mind."For twenty million dollars, I want you to marry me, Ciara," I said.She broke into a small laugh, "What the hell is wrong with you? We met last night, had hot sèx, and now—"I cut into her words, "Ciara, I haven't met you before now, yet you insist that we were together last night. So, let's make this work for both of us.""Okay?" She eyed me."I want you to attend three family events as my fake fiancée with me this Christmas. Smile, play the part, and by the first week of the new year, you walk away with a generous sum. We never see each other again." I replied with a smirk. She looked away immediately.She looked away.That was a good sign, so I decided to let the silence work in my favor, giving her time to think. Then, suddenly, her eyes flashed as she turned back to me."Why are you pretend
Chapter 4: You don't belong here (Ciara's POV)"I asked you a question!" I shot at Daryl. My heart pounded as I stared at the two men before me. The way they had been whispering, the way Alaric looked at me like I was a problem—it just didn’t sit right."Go into the room and wait for me." Daryl said with a frown. Anger surged through me as I placed my arms on my waist. "No! I want to know what your friend was talking about. What are you so worried about me finding out? Huh?" “Ciara. Rule number one—you don’t ask questions.” Daryl said, clearly avoiding my question. “If you have a bad feeling about this deal, leave now,” He said.I drew in a deep, harsh breath as I considered his words. This was it! This was my chance to walk away and return to my normal life, where I was broke and drowning in debt. But ten million dollars in three weeks? Just to pretend I was his fiance?That kind of money could change everything for me!!Damon stepped closer, and my breath caught in my throat a
[Ciara's POV]As I walked away from Daryl, I became more confused, thinking about everything that was happening. Twice, Daryl had pretended as though we were complete strangers.His words still rang in my mind as I made my way up the staircase. Why did he bring me all the way from California only to order me to leave because I didn't "belong" here? Was this some sort of prank? Perhaps he had forgotten for a moment that it was he who had made me the offer to be his fake fiancé.Soon, I reached the door to my room and yanked it open, slamming it shut behind me with a loud crack. Then, I leaned against it for a second as my chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. My throat felt tight and my eyes burned. But I wasn’t going to cry. No! Not here. Not over this.I pushed off the door and started pacing back and forth, as my boots thudded against the thick rug.“What the hell is happening?” I muttered to myself.I was in a location I knew nothing about, and the only thing I wanted most
[DAMON'S POV]“Don’t listen to him!” she snapped, shooting a warning look at me. It was at that moment I knew she recognized me as the stranger from the nightclub. “He does not know me.”Daryl curled his hand around her arm, clearing his throat. “What did you mean by that, Damon?”I smiled at him, trying to ignore how firmly he held on to her. His jaw was clenched, but it was his eyes that got me. He glared at me with deep hate. Somehow, it set Calx, my wolf, off immediately.The bastard growled inside me, and I felt his claws scrape at the walls of my mind.I knew that feeling. Jealousy. Calx reacted this way only when another person had something or someone he desired. This was a sign that the woman in Daryl’s arms had caught Calx’s attention—again.Oh Shit. I cursed under my breath. ~~~~~~One of the things I should never have done was to lose control—but that night in California, I did. I told myself I was there to check on father's companies which Daryl had gone to supervise in
[DAMON'S POV]“She’s my chosen mate,” Daryl said, taking a step toward me. “You don’t get to come in here and—”“She’s human,” I said flatly, cutting him off. My gaze slid back to Ciara, who flinched again. “She’s not one of us. You're not stupid enough to choose a random human as your mate, are you?"“You don’t get to decide that,” he growled. “You’re just pissed you didn’t mark her when you fucked her.”I laughed. “I didn’t need to mark her to make her come apart for me.” “Enough,” Daryl growled, his hand snapping out to shove me back. I let him, but the moment his hand hit my chest, Calx lunged inside me. I slammed him back down. This wasn’t the right place to shift into my wolf form. I wasn’t sure Ciara even knew who we truly were.“Can you two just hold on a moment!” Ciara said as she stepped between Daryl and me. “What is going on here? And what does it matter if I’m human?”I looked at Ciara again, softer this time. “You need to find your way out of this place, and never come
Chapter 8[Ciara’s POV.]I was still trying to process what Damon had said before he left. My instincts had been right all along; something about Daryl and his brother was off. And the worst part? They weren’t even trying to hide it any more. There was only one option; I needed to take Damon’s advice and get the hell out of here.I sat slumped in the corner with my head in my hands as I thought about every bad decision that led me to this moment. How did I let this happen? How did I not see this coming?Then I heard footsteps drag across the wooden floor, and I looked up. Daryl was already heading for the door, his hand reaching for the knob. And before I even thought about it, my mouth moved on its own."Wait!"Daryl stopped. He didn’t turn around immediately, but I saw the way his shoulders tensed and the way his fingers curled at his sides like he regretted stopping. When he finally turned, his face was drawn tight.I swallowed hard. “What is it?” He snarled. “I know I have said
Chapter 9:[DARYL'S POV ]I stepped into the Red Room, and immediately, it felt like all eyes were on me. The council members were already in their usual spots around the large oak table. My eyes quickly found Damon who was seated by the table, twirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers.I looked away from him and focused on my father who was seated at the head of the table. He had his arms crossed and his lips were set in a hard line. My stomach tightened as I noticed how his eyes bore into me. “Daryl,” he called in his rough voice.“Father…?” I replied. “Finally decided to show up?” Garret, the jerk sitting next to him, sneered. “I still don’t get why this reputable council had to wait on some pup who doesn’t know his place.”“Garret,” I spat his name out like it was something disgusting. “I am here now.” I didn't know why, but I fought the urge to punch him. Garret was the pack's official beta and my father’s right hand. He had never hidden his hate for my brother and me. E
Chapter 36:Daryl’s POVIt felt like time stopped.I stood frozen, wide-eyed, staring at Ciara. My heart slammed into my ribs so hard it hurt.Just a second ago, she was standing between Damon and me, trying to stop us from fighting. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open like she was about to scream. And then, she fell. Just like that.One second she was standing. The next, she was on the floor.Still. Motionless.My stomach dropped. My heart plummeted. And before I could even think, I was running toward her.“Ciara!” I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands shaking in the air, hovering just above her body. I didn’t know what to do, what to touch, what not to touch. Panic flooded me, and my fingers finally found their way to her head.Blood. There was blood.It was coming from the back of her head, staining her beautiful dark hair. I looked behind her and saw the corner of the bedside table. She must have hit it when she fell.And she was still bleeding.I looked at her face. God, her
Chapter 35Ciara's POV~~~The hallway was too quiet. Unnaturally quiet.Damon walked beside me, but neither of us said a word. Our footsteps echoed off the cold stone floor, the sound loud and sharp in the silence. The tension from the Solarium followed us like a shadow, clinging to our skin, pressing on our shoulders like invisible weight.I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t even sure I could speak if I wanted to. My throat felt tight. My legs heavy. My heart even heavier.Maybe that’s why I let him hold my hand. Just until we got to Daryl’s room.When we reached the door, I pulled my hand out of his like I’d touched fire. The door creaked open as I pushed it hard, almost like I was running from something. Maybe I was.But as soon as I stepped inside, my feet slowed. Something felt wrong.The room was dim, the air still. The bed… untouched.He wasn’t here.I blinked, letting the realization sink in, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. The disappointment was instant and overwhelmi
Chapter 34:Ciara's POVLuna Eleanor stood with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her sharp eyes darting between King Donovan and me. If she suspected something, she didn’t show it—not through her face, not through her posture. She just stood there, statuesque, cold, and composed. The energy in the room shifted with her presence, like the oxygen had been sucked out.“I’m waiting,” she said calmly, yet her voice still carried weight as she closed the door behind her. “What were you two discussing?”My heart pounded so loudly, I could barely hear anything else. My limbs felt frozen. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think straight.Just moments ago, I had been pressing King Donovan for answers, for the truth behind his insane confession. And now—now his wife was here, looking at us like she’d caught us mid-act. Mid-sin.I tried to part my lips to say something—to explain, to fix this somehow—but he beat me to it.“Luna,” King Donovan said smoothly, stepping forward like he wasn’t bothe
Chapter 33: The Alpha's offer. Ciara’s POV~~~Oh shit!I cursed under my breath as Lyra opened the double doors to the Solarium and stepped aside. .Leave, Ciara! My mind screamed, but my feet refused to obey. I swallowed hard as my eyes settled on King Donovan. The sunlight poured through the tall glass windows of the room, framing him in a warm golden glow. He was seated at a table, perched on an extravagant throne. The light made him look every bit the regal figure, as if it was designed to match the gold that I was wearing.I shook my head, cursing myself for even noticing. Why was I thinking about this? I quickly realized I was still standing at the door.I willed my legs to move, though each step I took felt like it required more effort than it should. I heard the door click shut behind me, and I knew Lyra was gone. That left just him and me.It was as though he’d been waiting for Lyra to leave the room. Slowly, he raised his head and looked at me, his expression unreadable.
Chapter 32: God, Help me!Ciara’s POV“Hmm…” a soft moan escaped my lips as I gripped my sheets tightly. They cling to my skin, carrying the traces of last night. My eyes squeezed shut as my body throbbed with a dull ache. It wasn't the kind of ache that would make one think of love or passion. No, this was deeper and painful. I gasped as my mind flashed to Daryl. The way he had sex with me last night and left without a word, like a coward. It felt like none of this meant a thing to him. There was no goodbye, only the soft click of the door as he left while I was still in the bathroom."...God," I whispered, clutching a pillow and pressing my cheek against it. My fingers dug into the fabric of the pillow as I realized that his scent still clung to it. I pulled the sheets tighter around me and stared at the ceiling. I felt so empty and used. The emptiness inside me grew with each passing second as my chest ached. I rolled over on the pillow again, pressing my face into it. “I fe
Chapter 31Daryl's POV ~~~~~Bang! I slammed the door bend me and walked further into the dark room. Then, I paused and returned to the door. My hands ran across the wall by the door, hoping to find the switch for the lightbulb. I found it almost immediately, and I switched it on. My eyes squinted because of the bright glare of the bulb, soon I grew used to the brightness and looked around the room. Earlier, I had asked Alaric to bring the documents to this room, and I had no plans of returning to the room until tonight. It was urgent now because I needed to work. I threw a glance at the large mahogany desk with stack of scrolls and paperwork on it. Then, I strolled over to it and sat, picking up a document. ~~~~Barely thirty minutes later, I grew bored of the documents, and I found myself staring out of the window into the courtyard. The crowd had trickled down, and I assumed the alpha feast was likely over. It was just a few drunk pack members who stayed behind to dance and
Chapter 30:[DARYL]~~~~~~~~~~I had no idea how long I had spent in the woods, but I knew it was time to head back to the royal building when my bones began to ache badly. Before shifting, I had taken off my clothes and hung them on a tree's branch, then I went off, as I allowed myself to shift into my true form. This helped me to avoid thinking of the mess I had gotten myself into. But it was worse because Xere took over my consciousness and kept pushing me to return to the royal building. That was the last thing I wanted to do that night, especially after what I did with Ciara. I shouldn't have fucked her! My heart broke as I recalled how I had spiralled out of control and made her moan my name as I thrust into her. Now, I wasn't sure what was actually going on between Ciara and I. Was it the mate bond that Xere claimed to share with Ciara? Or was it my ridiculous desire to have her, just because my brother had once fucked her? I didn't know what to do, and I hated how cluele
Chapter 29Damon's POV I frowned. “Left?” She nodded. “He..he walked out of the room and hasn't returned since then.” It was quite late, almost 2am in the morning. If Daryl wasn't here, it only meant that he was out in the woods. He usually went for runs around this time. When we were younger, he would always pride himself about being someone who hated to shift into his wolf form whenever he was among other members of the pack. Instead, he shifted in the woods. “I know where he is.” I scoffed. Ciara sat up, “At the alpha feast? Is the party over already?” “No…no. It isn't. The singing and dancing will go on for hours, but Daryl is not there.” Ciara rose from the bed, her arms pressing tight against the towel that was wrapped around her small figure. Calyx stirred as I noticed for the first time how exposed her neck was. I could see her cleavage as the towel pressed tight against her chest. “Tell me where he is. Please.” She said, “but first, I need you to step outside and wa
Chapter 28Damon's POV I stood at the doorway of Daryl's chambers, my eyes pinned on Ciara. I noticed how her shoulders trembled and she silently folded into herself. She was crying and I didn't need to see her face to confirm that. Before I could stop myself, I asked, “Why are you crying, Ciara?” She didn’t answer. Instead, I saw her hand lift to her face, the back of it brushing roughly against her cheek as if she could somehow erase the evidence before I noticed. But it was too late. I already had. I just stood there, watching in silence. My fists clenched at my sides, and my jaw tightened. How had I ended up here?My mind drifted back to the grand hall, right after I caught her when she slipped. I could still remember the feel of her body in my arms. Then, it felt like my body had known how to hold her before my brain even caught up. I’d even kissed her hand. Well, I hadn’t meant to. It just happened.Shortly after that, I saw Ciara leave the hall, and I lost the desire to st