CHAPTER ELEVEN Damien’s POV “What the fuck are you doing?” I couldn't hide my irritation as it simmered through my voice. I know I was a clusterfuck when it comes to my desires but she broke every resolve last night, fuck this silly bond but if there's one thing I knew about Serena was she was always moody and feisty with me, she never smile but always ready to stuck a dagger in my what if give the opportunity.She wasn't supposed to come to my Pack and witness a blood bath, that was totally unacceptable and uncalled for and may the Moons help them to be found, I'll show them massacre.And the moment I stepped into the living room, my jaw locked. Serena was laughing. Not just laughing but glowing. Her eyes were bright, her body language open as she sat across from my father, talking animatedly about something I didn’t care to understand. She looked so damn comfortable. It pissed me off. She had never once looked at me like that. Never smiled at me like I was something worth her at
Damien's Pov And just when I was about to say something more, a loud knock echoed from the door which made me turn sharply. My anger increased at the interruption but I swung the door open to reveal Zayn, "Damien,"We’ve got a problem." He said with urgency and I shook my head turning to Serena who was now standing across the room, her arms crossed over her chest. I could see the confusion on her face. "Not now," I snapped, his voice sharp. "This is personal." Zayn’s expression didn’t change. "It’s about Vincent. He’s made his move. You need to handle it. Now." Fuck! I was hoping for more time, but the truth was, there was no more room for hesitation. The ritual had to be completed for peace to reign and Vincent wasn’t going to make it easy. I turned back to Serena,"Stay here," I commanded. "Don’t fucking move." "Where?" I turned to ask my beta who opened the door for me as I walked out. "Warehouse district, near the docks. He sent some of his dogs to ‘deliver a message’, they'r
Chapter 13**Serena’s POV** “You fucking did what?” He roared at me as the tremor of his voice boomed across the room.“That wasn't your medications Damien, it was a fucking Narcotic, cocaine and some hard drugs .”“And how the fuck is that your goddamn business Serena, do you have any idea what you did?” I swallowed and bit my lips hard, I was only trying to avoid him from taking it if I'm going to be anywhere around him. “ And how the fuck did you know about the medicine!” He growled, I could see his wolf practically surging out at me that I don't know if he was mad or excited.“I've worked in the club before, I knew this things” “And you decided to be fucking nosy? Do you fucking know what you've done, who the fuck owns that package and the millions it cost?” Fear gripped my soul as he said those words, he was mad. His nose flared on his pretty face and as he stepped closer, blood drained on my face as his hands gripped me tightly till he pushed me to the wall.“I didn't want y
Serena's PovDamien was dangerous. That much, I knew. But what I wasn’t prepared for was how my body reacted to him. It was really infuriating. The way his dominance wrapped around me like an iron chain and the way my skin burned when he touched me was too real, I felt starved and the worst thing was he was doing this to let me know that I'm helpless.“Get on the bed.” His voice was dark and consuming. Nothing else mattered in the world anymore aside from his intense stare and teasing on my skin. I swallowed hard and obeyed quietly, being male was normal for the wolves but I don't think that's the case with me right now, I was sweating and shaking under his intense stare.“Whatever you do, touching me or yourself is out of the box.”“What? What do you mean?” I asked him in confusion as I watched him take off the belt if his trousers and raw fear mixed with excitement enveloped my skin.“What I mean is that, those tiny hands stays in place while you watch what I do you”“Dam.. Damien?
Serena's Pov “Tell me you want it, Serena.” His gaze on me was dark and sensual, I was covered in sweat , my nipples were highly sensitive and my vision blurred as I felt a slap on my pussy with the edge of the belihe used.“Yes.” I groaned, gripping the sheets tightly as my head was thrown to the back, if this was the punishment he was talking about then he's right. I need him to just fucking thrust, get me to it and make me fucking come.“Yes what?” “Can you just stop and do it , you're hard too. You want this more than me so stop faking it to make me look desperate.”I hissed, staring at the slant bulge of his cock and he smirked.”“Not as much as you want this right now princess.” He spanked my ass hard again and I trembled, his other hand was on the edge of the belt, slapping my pussy softly repeatedly until I could no longer take it.“Do it Damien.” I breathed heavily and cupped my breasts hard which made his eyes widened for a second before it went dark again.“I said no touc
[Trigger Warning: Blood, Gore scenes, Killing and use of vulgar words. If you're not into this, I'll advise you skip to the next chapter] Damien’s POV I would have fucked Serena hard if I stayed one more second in that room or watched her come at my touch. It wasn't supposed to fucking happen but I would do anything to see her submit to me, to see her vulnerable and exposed to me. The stash she threw away was replaceable but she was crossing boundaries already and I was getting deep into this shit with the other members especially after Zayn’s words. I wasn’t doing this for myself, If it were up to me, I wouldn’t waste a second entertaining this shitty protocol. No, I was doing this for the little stripper in the form of my mate. If I didn’t honor this invitation, my wedding scene would be painted in blood and that would terrify her. Not that I gave a damn about her feelings, but a panicked mate was a liability to an Alpha like me. She already wanted to flee, act tough and strong
Trigger Warning: Blood, Gore scenes, Killing and use of vulgar words. If you're not into this, I'll advise you skip to the next chapter] DAMIEN’S POV There were still more bodies to drop in this Fangs ritual but Vincent’s words wouldn’t leave my damn head. Your little stripper is getting curious, it made me uncomfortable that Serena might know the kind of bastard I am and it irritated the fuck out of me that I was getting affected when I shouldn't give a damn. That bastard Vincent was always poking, always watching and always digging into things that weren’t his business. I wasn’t a man with a conscience and never had been, my hands were drenched in so much blood that the stench had become a part of me and I fucking enjoyed it. The hunt, the thrill and the final moment when life slipped away beneath my hands. It was what I was made for but when it came to Serena? I didn’t want her running from me, no, Orion didn't want that. And it's not because I needed her or because I gav
DAMIEN’S POV Serena was running away from me!I could tell everything about her right now, her breath, her feet stumbling over tree roots, her thin form which barely formed a shadow in the thick trees. "Serena!" I roared again, my voice tearing through the woods like a damn gunshot. Fuck this, what's she doing here?She didn’t stop. Her scent was everywhere, suddenly drowning out the blood, the sweat and the filth of the ritual. My wolf clawed inside me and raged hard at her escape. She had seen too much already, Too fucking much. I thought she was a little nosy thing but just realised that she was a bullet and ran too fast but I was faster. I let her run for a little longer and let her think she had a chance or a tiny flicker of hope before I ripped it away. Her foot caught on a root and she fell hard with her hands scraping against the rough ground. A choked sound escaped her lips but before she could get up to resume her sprint, I was on her immediately. I grabbed her
SERENAThe moment Zayn’s voice filled the room, I felt the air drain from my lungs.“He’s awake... and he’s asking for Serena.”I didn’t breathe and my body froze so completely that even the heartbeat in my chest seemed unsure if it should keep going. My voice came out as nothing but a whisper.“Alpha Magnus… wants to see me?”Why? Why me?My hands started shaking, with deep fear crawling through my skin like something old and buried had just been disturbed. My wolf whimpered inside me, unsure whether to be alert or terrified. What if he wanted to see me just to order my death in person? What if he woke up and his first words were, “Kill her”?Damien turned sharply to Zayn. “He’s asking for her? Are you sure?”Zayn nodded. “He looked me straight in the eye and said her name by repeating it twice.”Damien’s jaw clenched, hard enough that I saw a vein in his neck bulge. His gaze snapped to me, and I didn’t like the storm I saw in them. “You’re not going.”I blinked, swallowing the panic
Damien's Pov I didn’t say a word as I carried Serena in my arms as her weight barely registered against the thudding war in my chest. I didn’t care about the stares, the whispers, or the accusations they threw at every corner about her. I didn’t even look back at the guards who’d just asked if they should execute my mate. Execute her. For what? Serving a plate she didn’t prepare?I was tired of everything. There's a lot to do but I'm Bone deep in this because this concerns my mate, a mate I contracted and got so deep into that rejecting her was a cursed word I never Intended to use.The last time I felt this helpless, I was eight years old, standing outside a bakery during the Full moon season and waiting for a woman who promised she'd return. She was my mother, my birth mother who had left me near a bin once when I was a baby as my dad had told me, she came back like a ghost when I was eight, and then left again. I’d run after her that day, barefoot on gravel, crying out in a voice
SERENA’S POV My knees scraped the floor as I was dragged in like a criminal. The cold tiles bruised against my skin, but that pain was nothing compared to the ache drilling into my chest. My heart pounded wildly, wondering what on earth made Damien's Father collapse. Damien sat in the room without saying a word or looking at me and it made the room deathly quiet as everyone's eyes were on me. He sat at the end of the long dinner table, his face carved from stone as there was no expression and no flicker of emotion. He stared straight ahead like I wasn’t there looking bloodied, and accused but still trying to hold whatever remained of my dignity together. “I didn’t poison him,” I murmured, just loud enough for him to hear but my voice cracked. “I only served the food… Damien, you know that.” “Don't mention the Alpha's name!” One of the guards twisted my arm and I writhed in pain. “Sorry, Alpha.” But Damien didn't say anything. Zayn’s gaze flicked between the two of us as the
Damien’s Point of ViewThe clatter of forks against porcelain plates was the only sound echoing through the long, marbled dining hall. It reminded me that even in a room full of powerful men, I was still fucking powerless.I didn’t touch my food because I couldn’t. I was cranky in thoughts of what to do when Serena stood behind me a few minutes ago, her head bowed like a criminal and serving meals to wolves who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air she did.My fists clenched beneath the table and they all saw it. The humiliation I was facing, I can't believe my own father was turning her into a personal servant, my supposed “mate” turned into a fucking server in front of the very investors who once feared my name.And what did I do?Nothing.I sat there like a coward vecause I had to.Because the Pack laws were designed to keep even Alphas like me under leash when it came to family politics.I could smell the smugness from my stepsisters as they elegantly chewed and sipped their wine
Serena's Pov Cont…..,“Serve the food and stand aside, Do not leave. You will remain here and wait for further orders.”I froze as I was caught off-guard by the raw command in his voice. The guests and Pack elders in expensive suits pretending to be friends glanced at each other and they were amused, others were too bored to care aside from their meal. I could feel their gazes on me like knives dragging down my spine.“Father,” Damien’s voice came sharp, warning. “She’s not a maid but my mate!”“And I’m still your Alpha and your father. Sit down and keep your voice down. You already shamed this family enough by bringing a stripper into our pack,” Alpha Magnus spat, pointing a thick finger at me like I was some stain he couldn’t bleach out of his legacy.I didn’t flinch or even blink. I simply bowed my head and rolled the tray forward, One by one and placed the covered dishes in front of the Alpha, Damien, and the rest of the table. Not once did I lift my head again. I didn’t trust mys
SERENA'S POVIvy’s outburst stunned me more than I could admit. It wasn’t the first time she scolded me or talked down at me like I was some stray dog let loose into their purebred kingdom, but this time… it was different. There was venom in her voice, Like she wanted to watch me squirm and bleed all because I carried half of the Mafia Alpha’s power, all because Damien and I were mated, because I was a stripper-turned-mate, an Omega with too much fire in her blood.To them, I was a stain.A filthy human who dared to touch something sacred. Damien.My legs refused to move when I saw him again—Damien. Standing like a dark god among suits and power, his jaw clenched like he’d just walked out of a war. My wolf nearly tore through my skin the second our eyes locked. Her howl roared inside me, echoing in the cage of my ribs and my fingers twitched, aching to touch him. My lips trembled, craving his taste. I missed him so much it felt like I was suffocating.I didn’t even know you could m
Damien's Pov The click of my boots echoed sharply against the marble as I walked into the dining hall, flanked by investors in black tailored suits. My jaw was locked, and my fists were clenched inside my pockets. My wolf was restless beneath my skin, pacing, watching and waiting for something I didn't even know as I approached the mansion.I had just sealed the billion-dollar deal. It was a fucking miracle considering how tense the boardroom had been all day. But my voice, my power and my reputation as a married man had gotten us there. Every damn word I spoke carried the weight of blood, sweat, and war. The kind of war that makes lesser Alphas bow.And now, after all that, I was bringing them here—my home. The Pack House in the Syndicate Fang’s fortress. I had promised them a grand meal before the estate tour. Food, wine and a little sprinkle of celebration.But what I walked into wasn't a celebration. It was a chaos of my entire mind.The moment my foot crossed the threshold of th
Serena’s Pov The dungeon smelled like old blood and a crushed pride. I could still hear their laughter echoing behind me even as I pressed my back against the cold wall, trying to hide the sting of their words. “Look at her,” one of the girls sneered, her voice soaked in cruel amusement. “The audacity of thinking she could seduce the Mafia King.” Another chimed in, “Just because you’re mated to him doesn’t make you special, sweetheart. Damien is a beast and beasts don’t fall in love—they devour. This should be one of your lessons for daring, only a strong woman like him should marry him” Their cackles bounced off the stone walls, slicing through the little strength I had left and I didn’t fight back. Not this time, I feel defeated and cursed as usual. Maybe my stepmother and sisters were right about being cursed, that nothing good comes my way. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and kept my voice steady even if my insides trembled as their voices continue to haunt my head
Damien's POV I stood there, hopeless.Not the kind of hopelessness that meant confusion or anxiety. No. This was a deep-rooted, gut-splitting kind of hopelessness that came from watching something you’ve fought like hell to protect get torn apart in the blink of an eye.Serena.This wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought I had done everything—everything—to make sure her past wouldn’t come back to haunt her. I had buried it so deep, paid off everyone, bought the damn club, wiped clean every trace that could tie her to that old life. But I guess fate wasn’t done playing games with us.At this moment, I hated myself. I regretted planning this wedding tonight. I should’ve waited. Should’ve let her heal first. She was still recovering from being abducted, tied like some damn goat to a chair. She hadn’t even processed that trauma fully. And now this? Public disgrace? From the same people she called family?I turned sharply to Zayn, my voice low but heavy with anger. “Shut it down. Whatever i