Serena's Pov The night was colder than I had expected as Damien’s words echoed in my head like a curse. Slut, Bitch, Gold digger. The venom in his voice and the sheer disgust in his eyes cut deeper than I wanted to admit. He wanted nothing to do with me and I should have been relieved or grateful but I wasn’t. Instead, my heart ached and my wolf howled in protest, my entire body burned with something I couldn’t name. It wasn’t love, but it was something just as dangerous as that word.. I ran faster as the trees blurred past me. I didn’t care where I was going and I just needed to get away. Away from the humiliation, the judgmental stares, Ivy’s betrayal, and my own step-sisters' cruel words. I was nothing to them. Nothing but a mistake. The wind carried a strange scent and I slowed down at the strong pungent of blood. A shiver ran down my spine as my ears twitched, picking up the faintest rustling. The trees around me were too still and the silence became unnatural which was
Damien's Pov The room was dimly lit, the air thick with cigar smoke and the scent of expensive whiskey. I sat at the head of the long, mahogany table, my fingers gripping the edge so hard my knuckles turned white. My friends—Tyler, Ash, Diego, and Zayn, who's my Beta— sat around me, their eyes were sharp, waiting for me to speak. But I couldn’t. Not yet because my chest felt tight, my body drained of energy. It made me feel so weak. That damn word rang in my head like a curse. I was never weak. Never. But tonight, I could barely keep my hands from trembling. I knew why and I fucking hated it. Diego leaned back in his chair, swirling his glass of whiskey lazily. "So, let me get this straight. Your father is captured, your mate is missing. And you—" He pointed at me with an arrogant smirk. "—look like you’re about to pass out." Tyler chuckled, dragging out a cigar and lighting it slowly. "Never thought I’d see the great Damien looking like he’s been drained dry. What’s the matter
Chapter One**Serena's Pov“Damn, look at her move! That body should be illegal.”Hungry wolves packed into dark corners as their eyes went wild and hungry as they stared at the dancers. But their gazes were fixed on me tonight—the masked stripper they called “Ivory” in Luna Lust Club. I spun again, arching my back and letting my silver mask catch the flickering neon lights. The mask was my armor, hiding my identity in this pool of greed and desire. My long, silvery-blonde hair cascaded down my back, brushing against my bare skin as I bent low, teasing the front row and almost making my boobs visible but I swayed back immediately.My black stilettos clacked against the polished stage as I twirled once more, the hem of my glittering outfit glimmering like broken stars.“Look at her, man. No one moves like that,” another voice drawled from the crowd, his tone dripping with greed. They didn’t know me. None of them did. The name "Ivory" was a shield I wore, keeping my real identity buri
**Chapter Two** The cold floor felt like home—cold, unwelcoming, and suffocating. I had spent the night curled up in the living room, staring at the ceiling, trying to silence the thoughts that screamed at me. My mate had rejected me. Again. Like I was nothing more than trash beneath his feet. I had no time to dwell on the pain. Morning had arrived, and with it, my stepmother's shrill voice pierced through the silence. "Serena!" Vivian's voice rang from the dining area. "Get in here and make breakfast for your sisters!" I clenched my fists and pulled myself off the floor. My entire body ached, but I ignored it. I had done this every day for years; cooking, cleaning, obeying. But today, something snapped, almost.I marched into the kitchen, finding my stepmother seated comfortably while my stepsisters, Laura and Elena, scrolled through their phones like they had no care in the world. My jaw tightened. "They can make their own breakfast," I muttered under my breath, but Vivian hea
**Chapter Three ** *Damien’s POV*The sound of my boots echoed off the marble floors as I stormed out of my office and into the sprawling halls of the mansion. My wolf, Orion, snarled incessantly in my head, demanding answers I didn’t have. How could the Moon Goddess curse me with someone so... beneath me? A stripper? The humiliation was enough to make my blood boil. “Damien, where are you going?” Zayn’s voice trailed behind me, calm but firm. I didn’t stop. “Out.” “Out? To where? You’ve been pacing like a caged beast for hours. Talk to me, man. What’s going on?” I halted abruptly, spinning on my heel to face him. If there's one thing about my Beta was his stubborn nature, he was always persistent until he got what he wanted. but not this time. My glowing amber eyes locked onto his, and I saw him stiffen. “If I wanted to talk, I would have called you. Back off, Zayn.” He didn’t flinch, the stubborn bastard. “This is about her, isn’t it? Your mate.” His words hit like a b
**Chapter Four***Serena’s POV*The room felt too small, too suffocating. I had packed everything I could possibly carry in the box, the last of my clothes folded neatly inside. I was leaving, and there was no turning back. No more hiding. No more pretending this place, this family, was my home. I had tried. For years, I had tried to belong. But in the end, I was just the weak Omega, the nobody, the invisible girl in the house that no one cared for. My stepmother’s sneers, my stepsisters' jabs, the countless rejections from four different mates… all of it had chipped away at me until there was nothing left but an empty shell.And Damien... I could still feel the sting of that night , the way he had looked at me like I was just another one of his toys, ordered out of his presence without a second glance. His words were like daggers in my mind. “Get out. I don’t want you here. You’re nothing but a slut.” I imagined him saying that in his mind.I was nothing. I knew that. No one would
** Five ***Damien’s POV*Few hours ago, The drive was uncomfortable, every mile feeling like an eternity as I wrestled with my thoughts. Zayn, my loyal beta, had given me the location of Serena Vales, and while I should have felt a sense of duty to find her, all I could feel was unease. The place wasn’t unfamiliar to me, but that didn’t make it any easier. My mother lived there. The same woman who abandoned me in a dumpster like I was nothing. The same woman who had wanted nothing more than to be Luna to a powerful Alpha, only to end up a mere beta's mate. The irony of it all hit me like a punch to the gut.It was a place I had avoided for years, my father’s constant preaching about letting go of grudges falling on deaf ears. But my beta insisted it was the right place, and so, against every ounce of my will, I nodded and told him to take me there. I gripped the seat beneath me as the house grew closer, the dark clouds overhead mirroring the storm brewing inside me. When Zayn parke
Chapter Six (Damien’s POV) The penthouse was silent except for the distant hum of the city below. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the night skyline, the twinkling lights stretching endlessly, but Serena wasn’t looking at them. She sat stiffly in the oversized leather chair, her arms wrapped around those sexy breasts I badly wanted to feel and stretch like a protective shield. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the way her fingers dug into her arms, her breathing shallow, her shoulders tense. She was scared, even my wolf could feel it—but too damn stubborn to admit it. Her eyes darted around the room as her expression shifted between confusion and disbelief. I could practically hear the questions running through her head, and sure enough, her voice broke through the heavy silence, laced with something between anger and desperation. “Why?” she whispered, her voice hoarse, as if she hadn’t spoken in hours. “Why are you doing this? And how the hell are you connected to my family
Damien's Pov The room was dimly lit, the air thick with cigar smoke and the scent of expensive whiskey. I sat at the head of the long, mahogany table, my fingers gripping the edge so hard my knuckles turned white. My friends—Tyler, Ash, Diego, and Zayn, who's my Beta— sat around me, their eyes were sharp, waiting for me to speak. But I couldn’t. Not yet because my chest felt tight, my body drained of energy. It made me feel so weak. That damn word rang in my head like a curse. I was never weak. Never. But tonight, I could barely keep my hands from trembling. I knew why and I fucking hated it. Diego leaned back in his chair, swirling his glass of whiskey lazily. "So, let me get this straight. Your father is captured, your mate is missing. And you—" He pointed at me with an arrogant smirk. "—look like you’re about to pass out." Tyler chuckled, dragging out a cigar and lighting it slowly. "Never thought I’d see the great Damien looking like he’s been drained dry. What’s the matter
Serena's Pov The night was colder than I had expected as Damien’s words echoed in my head like a curse. Slut, Bitch, Gold digger. The venom in his voice and the sheer disgust in his eyes cut deeper than I wanted to admit. He wanted nothing to do with me and I should have been relieved or grateful but I wasn’t. Instead, my heart ached and my wolf howled in protest, my entire body burned with something I couldn’t name. It wasn’t love, but it was something just as dangerous as that word.. I ran faster as the trees blurred past me. I didn’t care where I was going and I just needed to get away. Away from the humiliation, the judgmental stares, Ivy’s betrayal, and my own step-sisters' cruel words. I was nothing to them. Nothing but a mistake. The wind carried a strange scent and I slowed down at the strong pungent of blood. A shiver ran down my spine as my ears twitched, picking up the faintest rustling. The trees around me were too still and the silence became unnatural which was
Damien’s POV The room was damp, cold and thick with the smell of blood. Caleb sat tied to a chair in the middle of the room, his head hanging forward with his breathing labored. Blood dripped from his split lips onto the floor, joining the dark pool already forming beneath him. His right eye was swollen shut, his ribs caved in from the relentless blows my men had delivered, and his left knee was bent at an angle it shouldn’t be. I cracked my knuckles, flexing my fingers as I watched him struggle to stay conscious. He should be grateful I hadn't killed him yet. Silvo, my hammer, was still stained with his blood, resting beside me like a loyal pet waiting to be used again. The fucker had the audacity to put his hands on my mate. To touch what was mine. He lifted his head slowly, his one good eye barely open, and he gave me a weak, bloodstained smirk. “You think this changes anything, Damien?” His voice was rough and strained but there was something in his tone that irritated m
Serena’s POV Damien wouldn’t talk, look at me nor even acknowledge that I existed for more than a few fleeting seconds. And it was driving me insane. I tried to explain, I tried to tell him what really happened, that Caleb was the one who forced himself on me and I fought him off, that Ivy had twisted the whole thing but he didn’t budge. His expression remained unreadable, cold and distant. I didn’t even know what he did to Caleb. One moment the bastard was being dragged away, and the next, he was just… gone. No one spoke of him. No one dared. But Ivy wouldn’t stop with her rants as my step sisters sided with her to call me a manipulative slut. She turned everyone against me, whispering venom into their ears and painting me as the villain. She wished death upon me, cursing me out in the halls, screaming about how Damien had triggered an empire by attacking Caleb, saying that Lupine Pack would come for revenge and I should be ready to be blamed but that did nothing to Damien
Serena’s POV Caleb was stupid. Beyond stupid. The sheer nerve of him to think he could talk to me, let alone try to convince me of anything. He was nothing but a nightmare I wanted to forget, a mistake I had buried deep in my past. Yet, here he was, showing up like a rotten ghost, ruining my night. I should have gone to sleep. I should have stayed locked away in my room and ignored the small, annoying worry clawing at my chest for Damien. He was late, but that wasn’t my problem. At least, it shouldn’t have been. But my stupid wolf had other ideas. Something in me itched with unease bringing a pull I didn’t want to acknowledge, but it dragged me outside anyway. I was wrapped in nothing but a thin nightie, I stepped out into the cool night air, my bare feet pressing against the stone pathway as I glanced toward the entrance but Damien was nowhere to be seen. I sighed, rubbing my arms, about to turn back—until the feeling of being watched sent a shiver racing down my spine.
Damien's Pov The Pack's meeting room was suffocating, filled with men who reeked of greed, power, and desperation. The Pakhans and Lords of the other Packs sat around the long, polished table, their eyes scrutinizing me, waiting for my response. They didn’t need to speak for me to know their thoughts. Serena was a problem. They didn’t accept her. They never would. She was an Omega. A blonde, feisty, untamed little firecracker who had no place in my world of blood and steel. The Lords sneered at her existence, claiming she had defiled the rules by stepping onto the ritual grounds without earning her place. To them, she wasn’t a player in the game—she was a fucking intruder. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply as I stared at the ceiling, listening to their complaints like a bored king entertaining a council of old fools. “I don’t give a fuck,” I finally said, my voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade. “This isn’t up for discussion.” One of the older
Serena's Pov I stared at Caleb with bewilderment.I thought I would never see him again, yet here he was, standing before me like some twisted joke from the universe. My heart slammed against my ribs and my entire body stiffen as if I had been thrown into a frozen lake. My last memory of him was the cruel smirk on his lips, the way he looked at me with disgust and superiority, as if I were nothing more than an insignificant dirt under his boots. "How the fuck is your hair blonde with the title of an Omega? Your sister could pass as a Luna, but you? I could only consider the thought of you being my fuck toy." The words echoed in my mind, slicing through my chest like a jagged blade. It made my fingers curl into fists at my sides and my nails dug into my palms as I forced my expression to remain neutral. But my body betrayed me, and before I could stop it, a single tear slid down my cheek, burning hot against my skin. Damien noticed and clenched his jaw , Of course, he did. He al
Serena's Pov “You're not killing Matteo.” I told him, trying to get up but his hands around me were like pillars. “It wasn't a suggestion, you're getting so distracted because of him and something needs to be done.” I was tired of arguing with him but I won't let him hurt Matteo, I shouldn't have been here but all thanks to my sisters who always have one way or the other to ruin my life. The moment he told me to dance, I thought I had the upper hand or I was the one with control, the one making him suffer, but I was so damn wrong. Because the longer I swayed my hips, the more I realized that I was the one begging for attention. He jerked his cock purposely and it rubbed my wet folds making me tremble with a little moan. No one was here but there's every little possibility that anyone could walk in and – “Stop thinking too much, no one would come in except if they're asking for a death wish.” “Stop reading my thoughts.. fuck Damien please.” I parted my lips instead as he worke
"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