Alpha Damien called for an emergency meeting with the heads of the various security teams in the pack as soon as his call with Alpha Enzo ended.Within minutes they all gathered at the meeting hall for a quick briefing. Alpha Damien stood at the head of the large meeting table, his expression grim as his eyes scanned the faces of his security heads. The atmosphere in the room was tense and everyone looked stressed as they all knew why they were there—Kayla’s kidnapping had shaken the entire pack, and their failure to get the case solved had left a sour taste in everyone's tongue. "Today is about redemption," Alpha Damien began, his deep voice commanding the attention of everyone in the room. "It’s no secret that the events of the past week have shaken this pack to its core. My daughter was kidnapped, and part of the blame lies in our own negligence."A murmur swept through the room, and Damien could see the guilt etched on the faces of his men. These were warriors, defenders of the
Alfred cleared his throat and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Alpha, are you also going on the mission?"Damien didn't miss a beat. "Yes, Alfred. I’m going."The room erupted in opposition. Every head turned towards him, voices rising in unison."Alpha, no," Louis said, standing from his chair. "It’s too dangerous. Your presence is needed here. If something happens to you—""We can't afford to lose you," added Jack, eyes wide with concern. "You’re the Alpha. Losing you in battle would be like losing a thousand warriors. Who will lead the pack if—""Enough," Alpha Damien shouted, his voice firm, cutting through the chatter. "This is not a debate. Kayla is my daughter, one I’ve only recently discovered, and I refuse to sit back while someone else risks their life to bring her home."He looked around the room again, daring anyone to challenge him. "Don’t try to change my mind. That’s treason, and you all know it."The men fell silent, though worry still clouded their expressions.
Alpha Czar leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face as he watched Enzo finish the call. The crackling fire beside them threw flickering shadows against the stone walls of the dimly lit room. They had been sitting in the old fortress for hours now, waiting for the pieces of their plan to fall into place. Enzo hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk, and Czar couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity."You think Damien’s really gonna fall for this?" Czar asked, tipping his glass of beer toward Enzo, who looked as calm and collected as ever. "I mean, you know how dangerous it is out here in the south, with the mountains and the rogue packs. He’s no fool."Enzo’s laughter filled the room, sharp and almost cruel. He took a long sip of his drink, enjoying the rich taste before he responded. "Damien's not a fool, you’re right," Enzo began, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "But he’s desperate. His family’s a mess, his mate doesn’t trust him, and his daughter
Damien lay awake in the darkened room, his mind restless despite the calm rise and fall of Stephanie’s breathing beside him. The night was still, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows over her peaceful face. He watched her for a long time, noting the faint lines of worry etched around her eyes, even in sleep. She had been through so much—losing Kayla, fearing for their daughter’s safety—and he wanted nothing more than to stay, to wrap his arms around her and let her know everything would be alright.He imagined kissing her awake, whispering words of reassurance. He thought of pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her skin against his, and making love to her—slow, tender, passionate—as if that alone could erase the heartache they both felt. But he couldn’t. Not now.His heart clenched as he gently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. This was no time for selfish desires. Their daughter was still missing, and time was running out. The mission call
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the heat became unbearable. Sweat trickled down Damien's forehead, but he hardly noticed. His focus remained unwavering, though he could see his men starting to grow weary. After hours of trekking under the blazing sun, he finally signaled for a break. They settled on a slope that offered a bit of shade and respite from the heat.The men dropped their packs and began pulling out their rations—dried meats, nuts, and canteens of water. Damien sat apart from them, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, though his mind was elsewhere. His thoughts drifted back to Stephanie, the look on her face when he left, her whispered plea for him to stay, and the quiet strength she always seemed to exude even in moments of fear. Then, his thoughts shifted to Kayla, his daughter—the one he had only just met and was desperate to save.His men, sitting in a loose circle nearby, chatted quietly amongst themselves. He could hear snippets of their conversation—old war s
Alpha Enzo's silence was more menacing than any outburst could have been. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. His eyes blazed with fury, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared down the rogue who had the audacity to return alone, leaving behind the rest of his fallen comrades. The rogue's tattered clothes were soaked with blood, some of it his, most of it belonging to the others who hadn't survived. He looked terrified, as though he knew the moment he arrived that failure would cost him dearly.Alpha Enzo slammed his fist down on the wooden table, the sound reverberating through the chamber. “What do you mean all of them failed? You’re telling me Damien wiped out an entire squad of rogues, and you’re the only one who managed to crawl back?” His voice was low, but filled with barely controlled rage.The rogue winced at the force of the Alpha's anger but tried to explain. “Alpha, I swear—I’ve never seen anything like it. Alpha Damien and his warriors...they’re ruthle
Stephanie paced the length of her living room, She was a bundle of nerves, after losing communication with Damien two days after he left. A part of her feared something had happened to him but deep down, her wolf who since after Kayla disappeared started to resurface though briefly, reassured her, whispering that he was still alive. Despite that small comfort, the silence gnawed at her. She had expected at least a word, something to hold on to, but there had been nothing.What surprised her even more was Caleb. He had taken on a maturity she had never seen before, acting like a little protector, always there when she needed him, offering quiet support in his own way. It was as though he sensed how fragile she felt and had made it his duty to hold her together. Every time she looked at him, her heart swelled with gratitude.Her father, though, remained in the dark. She hadn’t told him what had happened, fearing the implications of human involvement in their world. Too many lives were a
Chris leaned forward, his eyes boring into Ava as he crossed his arms over his chest. His voice simmered with anger. "Why did you poison my drink, Ava?" he asked, his words cutting through the silence in the room like a blade. "Why did you want me dead?"Ava shifted in her chair, her eyes darting nervously around the room. She was clearly uncomfortable, but she tried to mask it with a defiant sneer. “Why do you think, Chris? You were always in the way.”"In the way of what?" Chris pressed, leaning in closer. "What were you hoping to gain by killing me? Did you think no one would notice? Who are you working with, Ava? Because I know you. You're not clever enough to pull this off alone."Her eyes narrowed at the insult. “Don’t you dare underestimate me? I don’t need anyone’s help to get what I want.”"You're lying," Chris said coldly, his jaw clenched. "You weren't smart enough to poison me without help. So tell me, Ava. Who else is involved? Who are you working with?"Ava’s nostrils fl