Damon’s POVIt had been three days since I'd had that talk with Tristan. I hadn't heard any feedback from him, I'm not sure if I should take that as a good or bad thing.On the Helen Ramsey home front too, it has been quiet. Today would be the last day of the three days ultimatum she gave me, not that I had given in to her silly demands.Taking Tristan's advice, I made sure to send food to Zirah every day for the last three days, random gifts, and a whole new wardrobe that she would be comfortable in. I even tried to get her to talk to me but I got no response.She hadn't come out since the incident that we had with Helen a couple of days ago.I would be worried that maybe something had happened to her if it weren't for the maid's report that took her meals to her.I wanted to see her. Even if it's for her to yell at me and call me names.If Tristan saw me now, he would go into a laughing fit and taunt me about how high the mighty had fallen.Toweling my hair to dry out the moisture,
Damon’s POVHolding Zirah's soft body against mine felt amazing. Our tongues melded together in a passionate kiss as we grew closer. Not wanting it to move in another direction she wasn't ready for yet, I put a stop to the kiss.Resting my head on hers, I whispered,"I think we should stop now." "Me, too." She agreed but her eyes and body were saying another thing."Why are we whispering?" I asked, amused.She also thought about it and burst into laughter."I don't know, I should ask you."I moved over to the counter, thinking of what to make for both of us."Is your head better now?" I nodded the tiny bump on her head."Yeah, it's already going down. What are you doing?" She asked as she saw me arranging pots and pans on the stove."Making breakfast. Are you hungry?""I guess that's why I'm down here." She ducked her head, her face red."Here I thought you missed me.""Hah, you wish. You're still on probation though." She said as she gingerly walked over the pool of spilled juice t
Zirah’s POVWallowing in my room for three whole days was not my thing, even when my abusive stepfather tried to punish me by locking me in my room, I always found a way to escape.For the first day, I was so angry that I refused to go outside even for a meal but by evening when my stomach started protesting and crying out for food, I decided to go outside even if it meant having to see that liar 's face.I would just ignore him, I thought.Only as I was about to open my door, a knocking sound. Thinking he was the one, I ignored it and continued sulking until a lady's voice called out,"Ma'am? Are you in there?"I leaped off the bed in curiosity and went over to the door. Sadly, it was not those types that had a peephole that you could use.I swung the door open and a lady in a uniform I recognized to be the housekeeper's clothes, smiled politely at me and handled a well-covered tray."I'm very sorry for the delay, ma." She bowed deeply in apology.I waved my hand around her and the
Zirah's POVI let out a tiny laugh as I did a happy jiggle in the kitchen as I waved the spatula in my hands to and fro.I knew I was glowing, you didn't need to tell me. Having sex with Damon was sooooooo good, with emphasis on the so. I already knew it would be amazing but this was the earthquake type of amazing, and ever since Damon and I grew closer and closer. I didn't regret the decision not for once, although from time to time images of Noah came into my mind but I batted them away with alacrity.Strong, muscular arms snuck up behind me and banded around my waist. My smile grew up a notch as I placed my hands on them.Light, feathery kisses peppered the side of my neck before the mouth latched on to my neck, sucking.My eyes closed, "Someone's happy to see me this morning." I moaned, dropping the spatula as I arched my butt against his hardening member."I missed you in bed this morning." A soft, husky voice whispered against my neck."I wanted to get started on…." I trailed o
Zirah's POVIt has been two weeks since the attack that took place in the front yard, and although Damon had told me that there have been no other attacks, I felt uneasy about the whole situation.Damon, however, has been so sweet, even though I can point out that some of his actions might be a little possessive but I ignored it.So far, the past two weeks have been blissful. I've never been loved and cared for the way Damon did for me.The surprise gifts, how he still made time for me amidst his busy schedule, being so patient and caring with me...all of it just made me like him the most. And made it a little bit easier to forget Noah.Yes, that's another thing. Damon told me he loved me a couple of nights ago when things were getting steamy between us but seeing the shock on my face, he quickly reassured me that I didn't need to say it back until I wanted to or was ready. But since then, anytime he lovingly caresses my face and tells me he loves me, the hopeful and crestfallen look
Helen's POVI've been staring at the wall for god's know how long but I was seeing the shimmery, smooth rose gold paint, instead all I could see was Damon and that *tramp* I saw outside his home fucking like two bunnies in his kitchen.I was denied entry to his home a couple of days after our altercation in the yard, and once my three-day rule had elapsed, I did the little display with the cars, loving the fury and tiny bit of fear on his face when it happened. I was hoping to bring him to his senses and do the right thing with the bomb, instead, I drove him further into her arms.What the fuck was so special about a woman with a bloody scent?I curled my lips into a sneer at the thought, but immediately relaxed my facial muscles as years of training by my tutor came roaring with a vengeance."To be eternally beautiful in practice. What you feed your body is what it will give out, therefore no frowns, no slouching, and no eating of junk."Constantly drilled into my ears for over twen
Damon's POV "We have a problem. Helen's missing." I turned to him suddenly, shocked at hearing those words. We were in my office, where we usually met for briefings, and Tristen suddenly burst out mere seconds after entering the office. I went to close the door, then locked it, making sure no one can overhear our conversation. "What do you mean missing?" I asked, confused. "I don't know where she is." He blew out an exhausted breath before dropping into the nearest chair. I glanced at Tristan worriedly. "How can you mean you don't know where she is?" He rubs at his eyes which had massive dark circles under them, he looks like he hasn't slept in days, and knowing Tristan, he probably hasn't. Poring through every minor detail to make sure that we don't get another surprise visit, and that we catch the perpetrators that were involved in the vehicle bombing. I felt a pang of guilt knowing that I caused all this, and was indirectly responsible for what he was passing through right
Zirah's POV Something is wrong.Don't ask me what or how I know but my instincts tell me that something is wrong somewhere.Damon hasn't been how he used to be for the past couple of days. He's been more tensed up than usual and frustrated, anytime I ask what happened, he shrugs it away. It's not like he's changed towards me or something, but his movements recently have been shifty. To take calls outside, and have separate meetings away from me. I don't want him to tell me all about the pack politics or carry me along in every single thing but I thought we were growing closer not apart.I was in the kitchen overlooking the yard, my chin in my hand, lost in thoughts.Damon was 'out' for one of those meetings.I traced my fingertips over the squeaky clean surface of the countertop and brought it close to my face to examine. Not a single dirt.I flopped back on my seat and groaned out loud for a long. All day, every day while Damon was busy, I laid around doing nothing!At first, the l
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