**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 ever look at me and see anything more than a piece of flesh to use, a body for them to toss aside when they were done with it.
But even so, I was leaving. I would find my own way. I didn’t need anyone anymore.
I walked over to my purse, fingers trembling, to grab my credit card. It was the last thing I needed before I left this place behind for good. But when I opened the zipper, I froze. My heart dropped to my stomach.
It wasn’t there.
I frantically tore through the purse, over and over, repeating, “No, no, no, no, no!”
I checked every pocket. My coat, my pants, the desk drawer. But the card was gone.
My vision blurred as tears welled up, but I refused to cry. Not now. Not when I had made it this far. But my hands were shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Where was it? What the hell was happening?
I ran downstairs in a panic, nearly tripping over my feet in my haste. And then I saw them.
Sloane and Elena were sitting on the couch, laughing, as they tried on brand-new clothes, dresses, heels, bags. The sight of it made my blood run cold.
I couldn’t stop myself. “Where did you get the money for those?” My voice cracked with fury.
Vivian didn’t even look up. She sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. “What’s it to you, brat? Perhaps you’re too busy pretending to be poor to notice. Do us all a favor and keep your mouth shut.”
I was done. I had taken their insults, their scorn for years. But this was too much. I was done being the quiet, obedient daughter. Done with their lies, their manipulation.
I snapped. “You bitch! Where did you get the money from?” I spat, my anger boiling over.
Elena snorted, flicking her hair. “You’re so ungrateful, Serena. You have over $70,000 in your account and you act like you’re some kind of pauper.”
My blood went cold. Over $70,000?
“Stop pretending like you care about money,” Elena chimed in, her voice sickeningly sweet. “We both know how you’ve made it. You’ve sold your body for it, haven’t you? Just like us or should I say for us.”
Her words were like a slap in the face. I felt something break inside me, something I couldn’t put into words. I wasn’t like them. I wasn’t.
But they didn’t stop. They laughed, giggling and making jokes about my pain, mocking the fact that I had worked so hard to save every penny I could just to escape this hell.
My hands were shaking with rage, and without thinking, I lunged at the table in front of them, flipping it over with a crash. The force knocked everything off, the sound of glass shattering filling the air.
“Shut the hell up!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face. “You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know anything about my life!”
I slapped Elena across the face so hard that she stumbled back, shocked, holding her cheek. Sloane shrieked, rushing toward me to grab my arm, but I swung at her too, slapping her hard across the face.
I was crying now, the tears mixing with the rage. My body shook with the release of years of pent-up anger, my heart breaking with each hit.
“You think you can mock me? You think you can just destroy me?” I sobbed. “You don’t know what it’s like to be me!”
Suddenly, Sloane rushed upstairs, her eyes wide with terror. “I’m telling Dad!” she yelled. “You’re crazy!”
I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything anymore.
But I didn’t see my Father, approaching from behind until it was too late. His hand flew through the air, and his slap sent me crashing to the floor, my vision spinning.
Pain exploded through my skull as I lay there, dazed. I gasped for breath, my entire body aching from the force of the blow.
“You ungrateful little thing!” He bellowed, his face twisted in fury. “I should have gotten rid of you years ago!”
Tears burned my eyes as I clutched my cheek, too dazed to move. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but everything was fading in and out.
But just as I felt my consciousness slipping away, the door slammed open with a deafening crack.
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly, a cold chill sweeping over us as Alpha Damien entered. His presence was overwhelmingly powerful. Even Dad who had hit me, went to his knees, his face pale.
I didn’t understand what was happening. What was happening? Why was Damien here?
Damien’s piercing amber eyes swept over the room, taking in the chaos with icy indifference. I could feel his aura—strong, dominating. He was a predator. And we were prey.
“What is going on here?” he demanded, his voice low and terrifying.
Vivian, my step mother who had been standing, immediately dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she crawled toward him. “Damien, please—please, help us. I need you…”
But Damien didn’t even look at her. He pushed her aside, his gaze narrowing as he turned to me.
The moment he looked at me, I felt something shift inside me. The bond. The mate bond.
He raised my chin gently, his jaw twitching with anger and my heart stopped. But then he spoke.
“Mate!” His wolf growled and echoed in my head that my body trembled. His Jaw twitched and his amber eyes glowed so brightly in rage before raising his head to meet my father.
“How dare you fucking Touch her!” He bellowed hotly and I've never been so confused in my entire life
** 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
Chapter Seven Serena’s POV* I clenched my fists hard, hating the fact that he was right. Because a mere looking at him, what he was was far worse that the rumours I've heard and what has circulated about him. But there's no world worse than being caged in my father's house, a home where my sisters made it a routine to ruin my life and where my stepmother makes a leach out of me. “And why the hell is that? Because you’re a big bad Alpha Mafia?” I shot back, my anger barely contained. “Or because you think your money can buy anyone, even me?” Damien exhaled slowly, his eyes darkening. “No, because as long as you’re alive, you’re a risk to me. No one can know that we share a connection , or blood. If they do, I lose everything and your life would be in danger…and of course everyone has a Price.” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying threat in it. I flinched. The weight of his words pressed down on me. I wasn’t just some random girl caught in his web—I was a danger to h
Chapter Eight. Serena’s POV The Pack I had always seen on the news looking so grand, so powerful like a fortress of strength was nothing like the nightmare before me now. My rib cage was in pains at the mare sight of what was going on before me. The air was thick with gunpowder, choking my lungs as I inhaled the chaos. The sky which were littered with stars, was now a swirling mess of black smoke and red flames licking at the edges of the Pack houses. Screams echoed in the distance, blending with the relentless gunfire that rattled through the air. The scent of burning wood mixed with the sickly metallic tang of blood made me bite my tongue hard but I didn't feel pain. What on earth have I gotten myself into? But then…. A loud crack shattered the windshield. I let out a scream as the glass exploded into a million sharp pieces and pierced My skin, My arms flew up instinctively, but before I could react, a large, clawed hand shot through the broken window and yanked me out of
Chapter Nine Damien’s POV Her scream startled me.I just wanted to smash his brain to pieces but I was a fool for thinking that she would take that lightly seeing how shaken she was.“You can breathe now Princess, I won't do it.” My jaw twitched as I saw the Numskull that caused this while scenario.I knew exactly where the attack had come from. Vincent Kane, The bastard was bold and very reckless,to think that I expected him to try something eventually, but this? Attacking my Pack? Dragging my mate into it before she even had a chance to set foot in my world properly? That was a whole new level of stupidity. Not that I gave a damn about her. Serena was only my redemption to the throne. A means to an end. The one thing keeping me from losing my claim over Syndicate Fangs. And yet… Something inside me twisted at the thought of her seeing this side of me or that wasted pig fucking her through his eyes. My wolf growled low in my head, pacing with irritation. “She’s our mat
Chapter Ten Serena’s POV I woke up feeling... different. Not necessarily better, but at least I wasn’t shaking anymore. The room I was in was enormous—easily ten times the size of my actual room back in Lupine Pack. Everything about it screamed wealth. From the high ceiling with a crystal chandelier to the massive windows draped in velvet curtains, to the dark wooden floors and a bed so soft I could sink into it for days. I pushed myself up, rubbing my eyes as the memories of last night flooded back. The attack. The gunfire. Vincent Kane. And Damien. The beautiful monster who barely batted an eye at the chaos around us. The Psychopath who made me tremble at his touch shamelessly and begged, no man, none of my mates brought out such a desire in me.I shivered in self disgust and tried to look for guilt in me but my wolf snapped at me, letting me face the reality that this psychopath was our mate. I was here. In his world. And there was no way out. I glanced at the bedside
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
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
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
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
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 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 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