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[Warning: (+18 Contains sensual and vulgar words)]Serena's Pov Cont…Shayla trembled. "Dami—I—" "You sent my mate to a fucking bloodbath, Shayla!" he roared. "What kind of sick fucking game were you playing?!" Her breath hitched. "I—I didn’t! I swear! I just—" "Don’t fucking lie to me." His grip on her tightened as his voice dropped to something much more dangerous. "You gave her the black card, your father has it and that means you had access to it." Her lips trembled. "I didn’t! Maybe—maybe she stole it from my bag!" My jaw dropped as I stepped closer. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" I blurted out. "You lying, backstabbing bit—" "Enough." Damien’s voice cut through the air like a blade. He didn’t even spare Shayla another glance. Instead, he grabbed me in a way that I barely had time to react before I was being dragged up the stairs.He didn’t stop until w
DAMIEN’S POV Confusion wasn’t something I was used to because It didn’t fit me. It Didn’t belong in my world but standing there, staring at the little omega who had somehow managed to infiltrate a world she had no fucking business in, I found myself in an unfamiliar state of mind. I was always in control and always ten steps ahead. Always the one orchestrating the chaos, never the one caught in the middle of it. And yet, Serena had thrown herself straight into the fire, unknowingly burning away every ounce of logic I had. I should have been furious and I should have punished her the second I got my hands on her, throw her to the royal dungeon like the others who defiled me or grounded her for days, I should have dragged her back to the mansion, locked her away, and made sure she never had the chance to do something so fucking stupid again but instead of being consumed by my usual rage, I was consumed by something worse, Lust and the need to feel every inch of her like an obsess
Serena's Pov Damien was a sick bastard, A completely unhinged psychopath who did whatever the hell he wanted, whenever the hell he wanted and a blood-sucking demon wrapped in the body of a man who is so infuriatingly handsome and it was almost unfair. How had my life taken such a twisted turn? From being a worthless omega in my father’s house, barely acknowledged, to standing beside him—one of the most feared men in the vast Pack? It felt like a cruel joke, like I had somehow walked straight into the devil’s den, only to find that the devil had already made himself comfortable in my life. I wasn’t sure if I was actually living or just uncovering layers of darkness that had always been waiting for me, it was the kind that could destroy or end me. “Damien will never let anything happen to you.” My wolf’s voice echoed in my mind, and I got irritated at her absolute certainty. I shook off the thought because that was the problem. He wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but he was the
Serena's Pov The air inside Lunar Lust was so thick that it almost choked me. It was not just with the scent of expensive cigars and top-shelf whiskey, but with something darker. Something vile and wild. The club had changed so much in the space of a few days while I got away. Gone was the old, seductive glamour, the carefully maintained illusion of elegance that once made it the most exclusive strip club in the city. Now, it was a den of excess drugs, of unchecked lust, and wild hormones to tame their desires. The walls that were once lined with crimson velvet, were now drenched in dim red and purple neon lights that cast shadows so deep they felt like they could swallow a person whole. Some were high as their movements were sluggish and exaggerated, while the others were more experienced, more calculated and moved with the kind of sharp grace that made men forget their own names. I hated it. I hated every second of being back in here as it reminded me of my past. The thu
Serena's PovI was so scared, these men were dangerous and after what I saw in the woods the only thing screaming in my mind was how they were going to kill me and leave me to rot. My wolf howled and I realized something strange, the eagerness to beat them up like rats, the eagerness to yell at them to back off and especially the colour of my eyes at the rear car mirror was fucking green!That wasn't my eyes, no…it looked strange and somewhat good. When did I even learn to throw punches when all we've always done was cower and submit to any assault so we won't get into any trouble.“Let's leave here immediately, this is Damien's Club and that bastard might arrive here anytime soon, I'll show him that being an Alpha and a Pakhan Lord doesn't give him the right to disrespect us nor this little brat.” The man with the black mask spat and walked briskly to the car while I was dragged forward. Damien's Club?When did Lunar Lust turned to Damien's Club, I groaned and tried to mindlink Damie
SERENA’S POV The whole damn club went still. One second, I was standing there with my chest heaving, my body was locked in place from the sheer weight of Damien’s presence. Next, he was in front of me. with his scent—dark, dangerous, and intoxicating—wrapped around me like chains enough to keep me trapped. His breath was heavy, like a bull ready to charge as he glared down at me with those eyes which were darker than the depths of hell and darker than the devil himself if he’d struck a deal with Medusa and had the power to turn people into stone with a single glare. "You just don’t listen, do you?" His voice was filled with something so venomous it made the hairs on my arms rise. "You don’t fucking listen, Serena." I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry and my tongue thick in my mouth. "I—" I started, but the words died in my throat when his expression shifted. His eyes flared, his nostrils flared, and his hands twitched like he was fighting the urge to snap my goddamn n
DAMIEN’S POV She stood there, trembling like a leaf in the wind while she removed the barriers covering her pretty skin, but I wasn’t fooled. Oh no, my little mate might be scared, but there was something else flickering behind those pretty brown eyes of hers and it was fucking excitement. The idea of stripping for me, of giving me a show, had her heart pounding in both fear and something she wasn’t ready to admit. And she better fucking do it. Because if she didn’t, I was going to invite my demons and let them take turns in breaking that sick bastard who thought he could touch what belonged to me. I watched her every move, every little twitch of those soft, full lips as she processed what was happening. She thought I wasn’t watching when she left her father’s house, but I was. Every damn second especially from the moment she stepped out and even before my men called to inform me, I had my eyes on her. The screens in my office, the phone in my palm during that boring-as-hell meet
"I didn't say you should fucking stop, continue and touch everywhere and don't you even think of coming.” There was a sharp intake of breath and disagreement but she didn't argue. She twirled around the pole again, moving to the soft beat in the room and my hard palms ran over the lengthy veins of my cock, she watched me, not breaking her eyes off my cock and fuck, I pumped and Jerked. She knew what I wanted and came closer.Gods, right before my face she turned her ass to me and it jiggled. I growled low in my throat, reached forward, and yanked her against me but she slapped my hands away.“You don't get to touch me Damien, just watch and enjoy the show.”I opened my mouth to say something but she shook her head. “You wanted to punish me right, so let me play my part and don't fucking touch me Damien.”“You won't tell me the fuck to do Serena!” I grabbed her with a pull to sit on my laps, my knee caps parted her legs apart and my cock was just in between her pussy, it throbbed.“Yo
I didn’t know who the hell these men were or what they wanted from me but I did what any scared wolf would do—I ran.Not far though.Because by the time I took the other route through the side alley, they were already there.Standing and waiting like they knew every move I was going to make before I even made it.Panic overwhelmed my entire body that I trembled with my breath caught up, my feet moved some steps backwards as I stared at them and tried to surpress the fear crawling like a sickness under my skin.“Who the hell are you?” I demanded, backing up slowly. “What do you want?”They didn’t say a word but remained silent and expressionless under those dark masks and the next thing, they moved fast like a flash.One grabbed me from behind and another snatched at the camera in my hand. It slipped from my fingers and hit the ground with a loud crack, my scream echoing through the quiet street.“NO! The camera!” I shouted, twisting in their grip. “Take the damn camera, not me!”But
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