Damon's POV I stumbled out of the room barking something to the guard there like "Don't let anyone in here" and I rushed out to a nearby washroom, and placed my hands under the faucet watching mesmerizingly as the white turned blood red to faded pink as it washed the blood stains down the drain. I kept scrubbing my hands over and over again until my hands were scrubbed raw, trying to wipe away the feeling of blood I had on my hands. It wasn't the first time I'd killed before especially not a woman. In battle you didn't recognize who was male or female, all you saw were enemies to attack. I placed my dripping hands on my face, closing my eyes as the mental image of her shocked race when I stabbed her before decapitating her. Her head had rolled to my leg and her face was frozen into that expression. Dammit. This was a huge clusterfuck that I didn't expect and I had no idea how to deal with it. This time I can't even seek Tristan's help because I can't imagine how pissed off he woul
Zirah's POV Blinking my eyes open in a strange room, I feel so disoriented and loopy. I turned my body so that my legs could touch the cold floor. The shock of the coldness of the floor meeting my warm skin jolted me to be more awake. I was donned in a weird-looking hospital gown which gaped at the back and I turned my hand to hold it together in place, as I padded to the washroom. I turned on the tap, the cold water blinking me awake as I splashed it with my trembling hands on my face and I looked up at the mirror. The image I saw in the mirror made me wince. My hair was flat against my scalp and my skin looked pasty white with chaps across my lips. All in all, I looked like an absolute mess.I hoped Damon didn't see me like this. I glanced down at the floor as I bent down, a sharp pain pierced my side causing me to whimper out loud. Why am I hurting?XI released the hold I had on the gown, loosening the fit on my body as I turned my side to the mirror to check out what was caus
Ramsey's POV Her long, velvet hair is styled in long waves that flows down to her waist. She turns away from the window to look at me as I approach and once again I'm reminded of the reason why I chose her out of all the women. She smiles and the flush of her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes for seeing me again, reminds me why I wanted her. Fuck, yeah. She's worth it.With that reasoning I smile back at her and allow the attraction to pull us together. We met to kiss, the kiss I'd been dying for all day. Her heels are much shorter than she'd normally wear so I have to bend down to kiss her. That's no problem. I love towering over her petite frame and allowing the power of my height and muscle to dominate her. I know she loves it, too."You look beautiful today." I mutter against her lips, caressing her already hard nipples. "Didn't I look beautiful before?" She smiles coyly."You know what I mean.." I say my breath fanning her lips. "Thank you.." she demured."Did you wear th
The home of Peytr RamseyRamsey's POV I stirred the metal spoon into my cup, blowing gently in my coffee as I waited patiently for it to simmer down a bit.The door opened to usher in the maid bringing in my mood but I motioned for her to take it back, I didn't have much of an appetite anyways.Before she left though, I stopped her with a single gesture."Is Helen back yet?""No, sir." She curtsied and I sent her on her merry way. I worried my lower lip between my teeth, wondering why she wasn't back yet.I spied her leaving the house late yesterday, dressed up. I thought she was going to meet Damon but I might have been wrong.Their relationship was a very weird one, but she looked excited when they finally performed the mating ceremony.I had heard from the grapevine though, that that lady he was frolicking with earlier, he brought her back into the city secretly.I didn't really care about his activities as far as he doesn't hurt my princess.Helen on the other hand, may have a d
Damon's POV The loud buzzing in my head wouldn't just STOP! I banged my head on the desk over and over again maybe it would but Nooooooo!It didn't.Raising my head up and spotting a bit of blood from where I'd hit my head on some piece of broken glass, I stare mesmerized at the sight of the blood.Then unbidden, the spray of Helen's blood comes to mind, the image replying itself on auto-repeat in my head and I swing up my heavy right arm to drown the visions, only to find that my cup is empty.Managing to unglue my eyes for just so long to locate the bottle, I poured a generous amount into my glass and downed it all at once.Whoop! I knew I had something important to do and it was pretty hazy, just at the edge of my mind but seemingly very far.I was pretty content to sit here and wallow though, the implications of what I did crashing down on me, and I realized that I had royally screwed everything up for me, Zirah, the kids, my people…Damn, Helen! Even from the dead, she still fi
Zirah's POV"You need to eat," Erica tells me, pushing the food to my side but I just turn away, hugging the pillow to my chest.It was a dreadful sight to behold honestly, my hair hung down my shoulders in limp ringlets and my clothes were the same ones I wore throughout yesterday.My face was pale with several sleep bags under my eyes.I've been locked in here for over a week, with food and water brought to me three times a day.I was fully healed from all the resting I'd been forced to do since I couldn't go anywhere.I could forgive Damon for his barbaric attitude if he didn't keep me away from my children.I almost ran mad because I was always obsessing if they were fine or even alive.The only grace I got to alleviate my worry was when one of the maids brought them to see me for just three hours and then took them back, despite my pleading, kicking, and screaming.And I haven't seen them since then.Just once, in twelve days.He could do anything to me and I would probably forgi
Zirah's POV The news Erica dropped on me rocked my work if I was honest, but then it answered a lot of my unspoken questions.But at least there was a bright side to it, I don't know but she managed to convince Damon or whoever was taking care of my kids when I wasn't there to let me see them more.And today, I'm sitting on the floor playing with them and reading to them their favorite book.I stopped from time to time as they babbled nonsense to me, pretending to listen as if they were asking me life-changing questions, placing my hand in my chin as if deep in thought, then replying to them with a funny motion making them squeal in laughter.A satisfied smile would come on my face every time I watched them giggle happily at every funny move or sound I make.I closed the current book in my hands, twisting around to grab the other book when the entire building shook.An explosion somewhere close by shook the building so much, I just looked in shock.Another one rang out, which startle
Zirah's POVShe immediately grabbed it in her palm and plunged it into his side, he screamed out and let go of her neck to fall to the side, then she stands up and jerks it out then plunges it into his body over and over again, his body jerking with the movement until he just lay still on the floor.Dead."Come on. More will be on their way soon." She rasped out, stumbling to her feet.Her bloodied hands clutch mine as they dragged me forward.I took one last glance at the man's mangled body and rush after her, the stroller in front.We ran down a couple of stars before we got to what I think was the basement.There was only one bulb here which at times flickered in and out, giving the place a creepy vibe.I shivered suddenly, remembering I was only wearing my tank top and Erica flicks a glance at me for a moment, before going to open a secret panel that revealed a keypad.I felt exposed standing behind here out here in this dark hallway of the basement and I used my palms to rub my a
Zirah's POV Right into his neck. Damon staggered away from me with a stunned look on his face while his hand slowly went up to the clutch at the side of his neck. He brought his blood-stained hand to his face with a shocked look on his face like he still couldn't believe what happened. "Why?" He asked, still with an air of confusion around him. And I broke down. "You left me no choice!" I sobbed out loud, thinking back to when I decided to do this. When I saw them fighting and he threw Noah into the wall, crashing into the metal tray and dislodging his items, instinctively I So I played him. The weak demeanor, the submissive woman, the arousal that shivered through my body as he ran his hands over my body…...was all fake. I had to swallow down my revulsion the moment he touched me, knowing I had to sell my submission enough or he wouldn't believe me. He opened his mouth to speak but instead gargled on his blood and his knees went weak and he crumpled to the floor. I careful
Zirah's POV I sat there frozen…..helpless.While I watched my former lover circle my mate like a predator looking for his next meal."Damon...no! Please... I- uh," I babbled incoherently, forcing words out of my mouth in a silly attempt to stop him from ramming the knife into a fragile spot on his body that could claim his life.He stopped behind Noah when my pitiful cries reached him and for a moment I thought that maybe he had changed his mind.However, he lunged forward pressing the thin part of the blade exactly into the jugular spot at his neck pressing firmly with those cold eyes trained on mine."You know what I need from you." He ground out harshly, his deep tone barely making his words distinguishable but I managed to catch it."Damon, I-" I had no idea what I was about to say but for some crazy reason I just had to open my mouth.His odd eyes hardened and the brief flicker of hope I'd seen bloom in his eyes died out and he turned his attention back to his semi-conscious pat
Zirah's POV Ice-cold water was splashed on my body, jerking me awake abruptly pulling me from the reins of unconsciousness.I flung my head, my eyelids fluttering as I sought to get my bearings.Everything was spinning, and my eyes felt like they were glued shut for the longest time.My body also felt heavy... probably 'cos I haven't used it for a while.I raised my head slowly and I realized two things.One, I couldn't move….at all.That jarred my senses and I awoke fully to see that my legs and hands were restrained with thick metal straps laced with chains, proving it impossible to get out of.Even if I could break through the leather straps, the chains had the distinct yet faint smell of silver which would be tough if not impossible to get out of.Secondly, I was in an underground dungeon that stank like the devil's behind.How I got here seemed to get away from here, but why was it a different case?I was here because I refused to give in.I think back to what happened after Dam
Noah's POV It soon became obvious what their ace was….or rather, who.It soon became obvious when Damon separated himself from his pack, that was what I had taken to calling considering how they fluttered around him.When the two of us caught the other's gaze, it held for the longest and the tension, the need for bloodshed was calling out to us.Riding us both hard.He was standing now unobstructed, without his men underfoot, his white shirt flapping around him as the wind blew up a notch.His dark pants and heavy boots looked worse for wear, but that wasn't what drew my attention.It was the unnaturally still way he held himself, it was like his body was encased in eyes but from here I could see his eyes were sharp, picking up on every movement.It felt like no one else existed but the two of us, even though I could hear distant sounds of roars and men fighting.Everything that happened was building up to this point."You need to go," I said quietly to Zirah who was still behind my
Noah's POV We were winning.Or so it seemed.No, I know we were winning. It started as a tough battle at first especially when they got the upper hand by taking us by surprise- I still wondered how they might have known where we were and we fought to regain our defense since they were attacking mercilessly but hours of training won out and we started to beat them back.Their numbers were gradually reducing, and it also helped that we had support from the Grand Canyon pack since they were furious that they were attacked in their home. I was tearing my way through the men, my eyes trained on the prize, killing mercilessly and without remorse as I inched closer to the man at the helm of all this.Damon Westwood.I had had enough of his constant interference in our lives, and once and for all...I wanted to end it.By stabbing a knife through his cold heart.Or by beheading him.Whichever way works for me.But it seems that just when I was within reach of him, I would spin around and he w
Damon's POV All five of us were surrounding the table. Me, Skylar, Amanda, and two other werewolves one from my side and hers each named Frank and Erik when someone rudely barged in without knocking. We were currently in a private meeting, as we were thinking through our next moves and I had left explicit instructions not to be disturbed in the meantime.Now this.Immediately I got to my feet in front, ready to strangle whoever it was but Erik held me back, placing a hand on the table to stop me."What is it?" He asks the heavily panting young man quietly, patiently waiting for him to compose himself before talking.He was doubled over, sweat soaked through his body. He slowly raised his head, wiping the sweat dripping into his eyes."I-I-I…" his eyes were wide, his face pale as if he just realized what he had done."Get on with it!" I spat out. "We don't have all day.""You can see he's in no shape to talk." Erik points out, scraping his chair back as he stands up. "It looks like he
Zirah's POV Traveling en masse with such a large crowd while trying to move stealthily proved to be a big deal for us.Also for different packs who are just getting acquainted with each other for the first time, being enclosed in a small space wasn't the ideal choice and soon enough after a couple of days, they started to get on each other's nerves.I learned that lots of testosterone and small spaces don't mix when Noah had to come between a brawl brewing for the third time in two days.We'd been traveling for almost a week which was longer than expected but Noah insisted on the element of surprise so mostly we traveled in small clumps during the day and large during the night. It slowed down our progress significantly but it did the job.We were stopping at a neighboring pack who was a very good friend of Noah's and graciously offered to host us.We had eagerly accepted, anxious to get a reprieve from camping life and the tension or altercation brewing every minute.I, for one, had
Damon's POV For some people, it would be hard to lead two different people on a united front. But luckily for me, I had experience in such and it seemed quite seamless the way I effortlessly combined Amanda's people and some of mine. I had called in some favors and put a call through to some of my most loyal men and of course..they answered. Amanda's father was wealthy, and apart from that he was also vastly connected which was how we got this massive mansion to hide our people in and conduct our business without query. If he had any idea of Amanda's plans, he did well to turn a blind eye to it. We were engaging in mindless chatter when a murmur rippled through the small crowd that had gathered here on the balcony. One thing I loved about this place was the view. Sometimes when I stood here, it gave me this empowering feeling, you know, like I could do anything I wanted. And of course, you guessed right, it quickly became my favorite spot in the house. I was lounging in my corner
Noah's POV The taste of defeat left a bitter tang in my mouth as I gathered my men and went back home.The car itself was silent, no one daring to utter a word. To say I was furious with myself was putting it lightly but there was nothing more I could do…. except turn back time which was out of my power. So I sulked all the way home, rehashing all the possible ways that situation could have gone.All too soon, we arrived at the gate's entrance and then I realized I still had people waiting to talk to me.The car stopped in front of the house, and before I went in I was making small talk with the men when I heard my name."Noah!" Zirah screamed, gathering her flowy summer dress in her hand as she hurriedly rushed down the stairs.I was struck by how beautiful she looked at that moment. For a second, she appeared young and carefree….like she should always be.I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw how scared she was, and the guilt expanded to become a large block resting on my chest.She