Serena’s POVThe next morning felt like I was walking through fire barefoot.The air was thick with whispers. No one even tried to hide it anymore and the maids talked like I wasn’t even standing there with my coffee in hand, like I’d gone invisible or worse—was already a corpse.“I heard she nearly ripped the Alpha’s heart out last night,” one of them said, scrubbing the marble floor like it personally offended her.“Someone should tell her to leave before she finishes what she started,” another chimed in with a snort.I gripped the mug tighter, not because I was afraid…okay, maybe a little—but because they were right. I didn’t know what happened last night. One second I was fighting rogues like a soldier high on adrenaline and power, and the next, I saw Damien standing there, and I... almost lunged.If it wasn’t for my wolf stopping me, I would’ve torn into my own mate like he was a damn enemy.I haven’t seen him since we got back. Zayn tried to explain what happened, even kissed my
Serena’s POV I didn’t even try to wipe my tears anymore. What was the point? They just kept falling like my misery was set on a timer. My chest felt heavy and full but not with hope. It was filled with shame, confusion, and that painful choking sensation that reminded me I was cursed, even if no one said it out loud today. I thought I’d find peace in this stupid room, but peace didn’t belong to girls like me. Just as I slid to the floor and curled my knees to my chest, the damn door creaked open without a single knock. Because why would they knock? It’s not like I deserved privacy. “Wow! Crying again?” Elena’s voice cut through the air like claws across my skin. “You're really playing the victim today.” I didn’t look up, I didn’t have the fucking strength. “I Bet she's crying 'cause she overheard Daddy telling Damien to reject her ass,” Sloane chimed in like the bitter echo she’s always been. “I mean, who wouldn’t? If I were cursed, weak, and desperate, I’d cry too.” They both la
Damien’s POVThe moment I saw Sloane’s hand make contact with Serena’s face, my vision went red. My wolf snapped, snarled and broke through every inch of control I thought I had left.I grabbed Sloane by the throat and slammed her back into the nearest wall. The echo bounced through the hallway like a gunshot. She gasped and struggled under my grip, and the fear in her eyes only made my wolf sneer harder.“Touch her again,” I growled, my voice low and tight, “and I swear on the grave of every Alpha this Pack has ever known, I’ll show you what a spineless rat looks like when its bones get rearranged.”Her fingers clawed at my wrist, but I didn’t flinch. I wanted her to feel it—the dominance, the threat and the bloodlust. She wasn’t Serena’s sister to me. She was a problem and I crushed problems.“She’s your sister,” Elena stammered in tears from behind, trying to pull my arm back. I didn’t even look at her.“She’s nothing,” I snapped. “You think blood means shit to me? You think your
Damien's Pov.I could scent her fucking arousal in my brain which was more than enough to drive me crazy. I could lie to my self every day but I needed her, more than the fucking contract, more than the fact she was my mate. I shouldn't act this way but Serena came to my life and fucked all my senses, giving me a reason to protect, laugh, smile and he fucking horny in all my existence. It was too wild.“I still hate you Damien…” she breathe with a moan as my fingers brushed her cladded pussy and my cock twitched hard. “I know that baby, that makes it even hotter, don't you think.”“You're sealing the bond, that's not supposed to happen…why can't you reject me like them and let me go. You will find the perfect Luna Damien…you're so dangerous for me and so am I to you, I'm going to destroy you…” Tears slipped down her eyes in worry, pain and confusion but most if all she needed me. She was still dripping wet for me, my wolf was wild, thrashing with urgent need to drive me crazy. She's
Serena's Pov In the sober light of day, this would probably seem like a bad idea. A stupid decision but right here, right now, I just want my mate even if it’s only for a night. I slide my hands up beneath the hem of his shirt, the ladder of his hard abs muscles rippling beneath my palms. Damien’s body is truly a work of art taut and toned, every sharp line well-defined. Dominant alpha energy radiates from his pores until it almost feels like it’s vibrating off him and right into me, feeding the inferno raging inside my chest and between my thighs. “Serena, fuck! I need you so much.” he growled and I tug at his shirt in frustration until he finally breaks our kiss long enough to yank it off over his head, tossing it away and slamming his lips over mine again. I run my hands all over his naked chest and arms as our tongues tangle, his own hands all over me. He pulls the front of my dress down and my bare breasts spill out, nipples pebbling up into sharp points as soon as they hit
The slight curve of his dick hits that sensitive spot inside me that drives me fucking crazy, stars bursting behind my eyes with every punch of his hips. “Fuck, I need this pussy Serena.” Damien growls against my lips, licking a path down my jaw and scraping his teeth across my neck. His thrusts become savage, like he’s trying to imprint himself inside me so that I could never forget. “You're just as I imagined, baby.” His hands cover my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples until I’m falling apart beneath him spectacularly, crying out as my climax rockets through me. My back arches, thighs trembling and inner walls gripping his cock as he continues to pound in and out, fucking me through my orgasm. “Oh God, Damien…. yes baby!” It’s pure bliss, so intense that tears leak from the corners of my eyes, my body going slack against the mattress. As I start to come back down, Damien suddenly scoops his arms around my back, lifting me from the bed effortlessly and settling me in
Damien’s POV I’ve always had a tight schedule but it was a different thing ever since I marked Serena. I had a lot to do for the Pack —cartels, shipment tracking, drug labs, fake IDs, bribes, the whole shebang is like a thing to do to keep the syndicate clean while the Pack thrives. And Serena? She’s become my damn obsession. The way she moans when I pull her hair while fucking her, the way her claws scratch my back like she owns me or the way her scent clings to my sheets and makes my wolf restless when she’s not near. Yeah, I’m insatiable. Call it what you want. Lust, need, addiction. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that she’s mine. Zayn walked in this morning looking like someone just took a dump on his breakfast. “Vincent’s gone,” he muttered. I didn’t even blink. “Good.” He blinked. “That’s it?” “That’s it.” “I spent three days tracking him, crossed borders, slept in a damn sewer—” “And I appreciate your commitment to suffering.” I sipped my coffee. “Now go get the
Selena’s POVYou’d think having a psycho Alpha Mafia mate who’s ready to blow heads off would feel... flattering, romantic but nope. It sucks big time.Because while Damien's out there threatening caskets and choosing funeral gowns like he's shopping for a wedding, I’m stuck here trying not to breathe too loud. The Pack stares like I murdered someone. The women? They look at me like I spit in their herbal tea. The men? Too scared to talk to me because, well, my mate might castrate them for blinking in my direction.And me?I’m just trying to survive another damn day and reminding myself that this isn't reality yet.The only person who didn’t treat me like I had rabies was Lydia—my ballet tutor. Yeah, Damien got me a personal one. As if I could blend into a public class with these people already whispering "Omega slut" under their breath. He said I needed “focus and discipline.” I think he just wanted to keep me locked away from everyone else and using my love for ballet as an excuse.
Damien's Pov I sat there in the meeting room, tapping my foot against the polished floor with my jaw clenched so tight that it hurt. The conference room was too bright, loud and filled with voices that meant nothing to me. My mind was a thousand miles away and it was only about Serena. Where the hell was she? She should’ve checked in by now since she left or she should’ve sent something, a signal or anything at all to be sure she's fine.The longer I sat there, the deeper the unease gnawed at my gut. "Damien, you're unusually quiet," one of the Pakhans said, trying to pull my attention back and I glanced up, offering him a stare cold enough to freeze fire. My father who was now stable cleared his throat at the head of the table. His presence was stronger now as he no longer looked like death crawled into his stomach but his eyes still burned with bitterness at my decision and at my mate which I didn't give a damn about. He leaned forward with his voice cutting through t
Serena's Pov I stared at him in an unbelievable shock without saying a word that he swung his fingers at me till I blinked. "Where were we?" he asked with his smooth silk voice but I said nothing.My heart pounded against my ribs like it wanted to claw itself free as I tried pulling at my tied hands again, but the rope bit deeper into my wrists. "You’ll be safe, Serena," Vincent continued casually, brushing an invisible speck off his jacket. "I’m serious about my proposal because I’d do well to protect my bride and keep her first before the demands of any Pack or... the legacy of a father."My breath hitched because this bastard knew everything about Damien. He knew about Magnus' nagging and unnecessary need to protect the Pack's legacy."You," I growled lowly, "are out of your fucking mind."He only chuckled, unaffected. "Think about it first, If you say yes, Serena, the Pack would be stronger. Our union would be respected by vampires, wolves, rogues alike. You wouldn’t just be th
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