Sapphira’s PovI should have known it wouldn't be easy with Damien. I should have just killed her rather than take things easy with her. My heart hurt and I felt my gut screaming failure. The scenes came back in a flash and I yelled. “I'm not giving up on you, Amelia. We've started this, and we'll both end it.” I whispered in such despair. What could have been better than taking what I deserved? Kept and separated from the life I should own, only to come back and find it gifted to someone else. I couldn't stand living my life up to someone else's. Especially not Amelia, she had everything, I didn't even get a mate, and no one knew I was part of the silver moon pack. Staring at the walls that I was locked up in, I should have known Damien wouldn’t take things lightly. I should have planned better. I should have had a backup escape route. But no, I was too caught up in my own arrogance, thinking I could handle him, thinking I could break Amelia before he even had the chance to strik
Amelia's Pov I could feel Damien’s intense gaze on me, his dark eyes piercing through me as if he were trying to figure out what I was saying. He didn’t speak, but I could see the storm brewing inside of him. I had just told him that I didn’t want to become Luna, something I thought I meant at the time, but now, as I looked at him, I wasn’t so sure anymore.Before I could even process my own emotions, Ethan burst into the room, looking so sharp and frantic. “Sapphira’s gone,” he said, his words crashing into the silence.Damien’s face twisted in horror as he shot up from his seat, his body tense with panic. “What do you mean, gone?” he yelled, his voice filled with panic. “Why wasn’t she stopped?!” His words were laced with anger, his fists clenched as he stormed towards the door, shoving past the guards. His movements were wild, desperate, like a man unraveling before my eyes.I watched him in stunned silence as he slapped the guards’ faces, his actions harsh and without mercy. His
Amelia's Pov My hands were shaking as I helped Damien onto the bed. He was completely down and asleep, or so I thought. Blood soaked his clothes, the deep stains spreading across his chest, and I could only imagine how bad his wounds must be. His skin was pale, too pale. His breathing was shallow, and I had to remind myself that he was still alive, still here. I couldn’t lose him.Cassie stood in the corner of the room, her eyes wide, her body rigid. She looked almost... terrified, as if something far worse was on the horizon. But I didn’t have time to focus on her right now. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it away from his body, trying to keep my hands steady as I cleaned him off. His body was still warm, but the blood that covered him made it feel like he was slipping away. I wiped away the stains as best I could, taking great care not to cause him any pain. He was unconscious, but I didn’t want to take any chances. The blood was drying fast, and I worked frantically,
Amelia's PovI watched Damien closely, my heart racing as I saw the glow in his eyes slowly calm again. His breathing became more regular, and the tension in the room lifted slightly. The way his gaze softened almost made me forget the chaos that had just unfolded. But we both know that couldn't happen. He stood up as if nothing had happened, like he hadn't just nearly lost control, like I hadn't nearly lost him. My heart was beating fast in my chest, and I felt my anger bubbling up. "Damien!" I couldn’t hold it in anymore. "Why are you acting like nothing happened?” I asked, my anger was clear. “I'm sure Ethan has packed the necessary things. And has Cassie gotten you ready? You should know we are leaving.” He said, moving round the room, his eyes moved all through the parts of the room and I watched him panic. “What are you doing? Why are you just ignoring everything? You can’t just knock out like that and expect me to forget it! What the hell is going on with you?" I was so
Amelia stood before Alpha Gideon, her father, her fur shimmering under the moonlight like silver silk. Her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, reflected the wisdom of her spirit, while her sleek coat, a blend of charcoal and snow, spoke of her lineage as the alpha's daughter. Her father noticed she was wrestling with her thoughts. “Are you okay?” “Yes, father.” “I'm okay but nervous, father.” “I can't believe you've grown so beautiful. It's a great evening, Amelia.” “I get it.” "The moon gives you great peace when you smile.” They both said and laughed. The scent of pine and freshly fallen snow mingled in the crisp air as the members of the Silver Frost pack gathered in a circle, their breath visible in the chilly evening. There were so many figures late that evening in the areas and the pack house. It was cold and bright. Every werewolf in their form, howling. The full moon whispered such defense in their favor and every heartbeat of the members of Silver frost pack was at peac
Amelia had grown accustomed to the rhythm of the forest, the rustle of leaves, and the calls of distant creatures. For months, she had lived in solitude, hiding from the world, seeking solace in the embrace of nature. But today, something changed. As she crouched beside a small stream, cupping her hands to drink, her ears caught the sound of footsteps. Her heart quickened, and she froze, every muscle tensed with apprehension. Were they from her pack? Had they found her? She listened intently, the murmurs growing louder as the voices drew nearer. They spoke of an Alpha, one filled with rage, heartless and cruel. Fear gripped her, and she struggled to control her breathing, hoping against hope that they weren't here for her.Damien, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, prowled through the woods with his packmates, his senses attuned to every scent, every sound. The whispers of his companions filled his ears, painting a picture of a tyrant ruling over his
Damien's heart was like an encased ice meant to preserve a flower, prowling the corridors of his mansion like a predator on the hunt. The revelation of Amelia being his second chance mate did nothing to thaw the coldness that had settled in his soul. If anything, it only fueled his determination to keep her within his grasp, to assert his dominance over her in every way possible.Locked away in a room, her every move monitored, Amelia's world had shrunk to the confines of her prison. Damien's iron grip left her feeling suffocated, her attempts at escape thwarted at every turn. He was relentless in his pursuit, his presence a constant reminder of her captivity.As Damien approached the door to Amelia's room, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. He knew he should confront her, demand answers to the questions that had been plaguing him since her arrival. Yet, every time he drew near, the intoxicating scent of her skin would assail his senses, rend
“What's your name?”“Amelia.” She said bowing her head her eyes popped out like a reservoir that's preparing to lose control. Damien stood up and walked around her He scoffed and rubbed his hand through her hair inhaling every scent he got.“Look at me Amelia,” he lifted up her chin, I'm your alpha now and you listen to me.You do that and you get to stay out of the dungeon but if you don't, then you stay in their till you're ready to listen”“Stop doing that thing.” Amelia responded“Stop doing what? He said sternlyAmelia, not minding how his voice affects her, replied instantly.“That thing you do to look cruel.”She knows he's her second chance mate. Why does he have to act cold?“You've become so comfortable telling me what to do.” he picked her up from the chair and dragged her to the entrance of the door.“Ethan.” Damien called out.“Yes Alpha.”“Get her out of here and take her back to the dun
Amelia's PovI watched Damien closely, my heart racing as I saw the glow in his eyes slowly calm again. His breathing became more regular, and the tension in the room lifted slightly. The way his gaze softened almost made me forget the chaos that had just unfolded. But we both know that couldn't happen. He stood up as if nothing had happened, like he hadn't just nearly lost control, like I hadn't nearly lost him. My heart was beating fast in my chest, and I felt my anger bubbling up. "Damien!" I couldn’t hold it in anymore. "Why are you acting like nothing happened?” I asked, my anger was clear. “I'm sure Ethan has packed the necessary things. And has Cassie gotten you ready? You should know we are leaving.” He said, moving round the room, his eyes moved all through the parts of the room and I watched him panic. “What are you doing? Why are you just ignoring everything? You can’t just knock out like that and expect me to forget it! What the hell is going on with you?" I was so
Amelia's Pov My hands were shaking as I helped Damien onto the bed. He was completely down and asleep, or so I thought. Blood soaked his clothes, the deep stains spreading across his chest, and I could only imagine how bad his wounds must be. His skin was pale, too pale. His breathing was shallow, and I had to remind myself that he was still alive, still here. I couldn’t lose him.Cassie stood in the corner of the room, her eyes wide, her body rigid. She looked almost... terrified, as if something far worse was on the horizon. But I didn’t have time to focus on her right now. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it away from his body, trying to keep my hands steady as I cleaned him off. His body was still warm, but the blood that covered him made it feel like he was slipping away. I wiped away the stains as best I could, taking great care not to cause him any pain. He was unconscious, but I didn’t want to take any chances. The blood was drying fast, and I worked frantically,
Amelia's Pov I could feel Damien’s intense gaze on me, his dark eyes piercing through me as if he were trying to figure out what I was saying. He didn’t speak, but I could see the storm brewing inside of him. I had just told him that I didn’t want to become Luna, something I thought I meant at the time, but now, as I looked at him, I wasn’t so sure anymore.Before I could even process my own emotions, Ethan burst into the room, looking so sharp and frantic. “Sapphira’s gone,” he said, his words crashing into the silence.Damien’s face twisted in horror as he shot up from his seat, his body tense with panic. “What do you mean, gone?” he yelled, his voice filled with panic. “Why wasn’t she stopped?!” His words were laced with anger, his fists clenched as he stormed towards the door, shoving past the guards. His movements were wild, desperate, like a man unraveling before my eyes.I watched him in stunned silence as he slapped the guards’ faces, his actions harsh and without mercy. His
Sapphira’s PovI should have known it wouldn't be easy with Damien. I should have just killed her rather than take things easy with her. My heart hurt and I felt my gut screaming failure. The scenes came back in a flash and I yelled. “I'm not giving up on you, Amelia. We've started this, and we'll both end it.” I whispered in such despair. What could have been better than taking what I deserved? Kept and separated from the life I should own, only to come back and find it gifted to someone else. I couldn't stand living my life up to someone else's. Especially not Amelia, she had everything, I didn't even get a mate, and no one knew I was part of the silver moon pack. Staring at the walls that I was locked up in, I should have known Damien wouldn’t take things lightly. I should have planned better. I should have had a backup escape route. But no, I was too caught up in my own arrogance, thinking I could handle him, thinking I could break Amelia before he even had the chance to strik
Amelia’s PovPain was the only thing I could feel, it hadn't been a while since my life had felt that. Damien never let that happen, with his fierce eye gaze and harsh words but love deep in his heart for me. I saw it, I saw his eyes, the care and the concern. I saw it all there, how did I miss that? If he truly loved me, I should have seen that properly. I did see it, but I didn't want to hurt myself. Everything just got too far as I've seen what I needed, to be strong. I groaned, my body trembling as I tried to lift my arms. My wrists burned from the silver chains, the cuts were deep and raw. My fingers fumbled with the dagger Damien had thrown to me, and my hands were slick with blood. Every movement sent a jolt of agony through my body, but I gritted my teeth, refusing to give up. If anything I needed to survive this and take back what I own."Come on," I muttered under my breath, trying to steady my shaking hands. With a sharp inhale, I tightened my grip and sawed at the r
Damien’s PovMy heart pounded as I stepped forward, my senses heightened, every instinct screaming that I was walking into a trap. And I was right. The moment my foot crossed the boundary, a surge of power shot up around me. A barrier. Before I could react, figures emerged from the darkness, their eyes glowed with malice. The forces of the Silver Frost Pack surrounded me in an instant, their weapons drawn, their snarls echoing in the cold night air. Amelia laid on the floor, her body limp, her face battered and bruised. Blood smeared her pale skin, and her wrists were bound tightly with silver chains, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She lifted her head weakly, her eyes finding mine, filled with desperation. "Damien…" she whispered. "Please… save me." A sharp pain tore through my chest at the sight of her so helpless. My hands clenched into fists. If only I had trained her longer. If only I had prepared her for the dangers that lurked outside the pack. She was strong, b
Damien’s PovTrembling in the middle of everything, I knew I had made a grave mistake. I should have never let Sapphira stay. She was nothing but trouble, a seed of mayhem that had taken root in my pack and sprouted into chaos. I sucked in a breath, my eyes scanning the battlefield, searching for any trace of Amelia. I couldn't afford to lose her ever. “You all should scatter around and find her! Find her and bring her back to me, alive!” I roared, my voice cutting through the night like a blade. My warriors flinched but obeyed immediately, shifting and dashing into the darkness, their noses to the ground. My pulse pounded in my ears, my body tense with rage. Whoever took her would pay. They would seek death and would not find it. I clenched my fists, my claws digging into my palms. I was losing control. Again. The scent of blood filled the air, the ground soaked with the lives of my warriors. I felt sick. This was all too familiar, too much like the past. I had ignored my
Amelia’s Pov I opened my eyes slowly, the faint light stung as it came in through the window. For a moment, I thought I was back in my room at Darkmoon Pack. The space looked familiar, beautiful, warm, and inviting. But something was off. The bed felt too firm, the scent in the air unfamiliar. I sat up cautiously, my heartbeat quickening. This wasn’t my room. It was a replica, but not quite right. My hands trembled as I ran them over the soft sheets. Before I could gather my thoughts, the door creaked open, and a large figure stepped inside. “Amelia,” a deep voice said, one that sent chills down my spine. I froze. That voice… it couldn’t be. “It’s been months,” I whispered, “Uncle?” He stepped fully into the room, I thought I’d left behind forever when I ran from Silver Frost Pack. “Surprised to see me?” he asked. “What are you doing here? Why would you kidnap me? If my father asked you to look for me, at least do it in a polite way, right?” I demanded, trying t
Damien’s Pov Why would she do that? Why would she run just because of a mere necklace, what was she hiding that was so crucial? My mind replayed every detail of her absurd behavior. It didn’t make sense, none of it did. Why was she so determined to run off, all because of a necklace? A simple, insignificant trinket. I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the rising frustration inside of me. It had been a full day since she locked herself away, and I still didn’t have answers. She refused to see me, refused to eat, refused to give me even the slightest explanation. I even tried to make her eat and sent her words to just see me and I wouldn't hurt her, but every passing moment only deepened my unease. She never came out. I made my way out and got to talk to Cassie. She was the only one that could help get her out. As far as I was concerned she was the only one who could talk and listen to Amelia. “Cassie,” I said, my voice filled with so much worry, “have you been to see Ameli