Damian
The house was empty. Silent. Even though Omegas move around doing their duties, it feels silent without Lyra’s presence. It's not the same without her. It seems life has gone from this packhouse.
It had been that way ever since Lyra disappeared. Every corner seemed to echo with the absence of her presence, a void that I couldn’t seem to fill no matter how hard I tried.
I should have been relieved. She had been nothing more than a duty to me, a marriage arranged by the elders, bound by tradition. I should have been glad that she was no longer a distraction. And yet, I wasn’t. I wasn’t even close to being relieved.
‘Guy, I hate to be the one to tell,’ Adol buzzed in my head. ‘But I told you so. I warned you about the way you were treating her.’
‘Oh, shut up.’ I shut him down even though I knew he was right. He did warn me. But I was too angry to admit it.
Sitting alone in my study, I stared at the glass of whiskey in my hand, swirling the amber liquid aimlessly. The memories of Lyra filled my mind, unbidden and relentless. Her smile, the way her eyes would light up whenever I walked into a room, the soft sound of her voice as she tried to engage me in conversation during dinner—each memory gnawed at me, relentless in their assault.
And I had ignored her. Pushed her away. Every time she had tried to connect, I had shut her down, dismissing her efforts as nothing more than a nuisance. I treated her kindness, her attempts to please me, as if they were obligations she needed to fulfill rather than genuine acts of affection.
I caught the smell of my beta as he approached my study. I wish he came with news of Lyra and my son. But as days go by, I keep losing hope of finding them. But I know they are still alive and they are out there somewhere. The matebond assures me of that.
“Alpha?”
I looked up to see my Beta, Rowan, standing in the doorway. He must have noticed the turmoil in my expression as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
“Are you all right?” he asked, concerned about lacing his voice.
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “No, Rowan. I’m not alright.”
He came closer, taking a seat across from me. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I hesitated, feeling a lump rise in my throat. I had never been one to express my feelings, not even to my closest confidant. But the weight of my regret was suffocating, and I needed to get it out.
“I’ve been a fool,” I admitted, my voice low and rough. “I treated my marriage like it was nothing, like Lyra was nothing. And now… now she’s gone.”
Rowan was silent, his eyes locked on mine, urging me to continue.
“I didn’t see her,” I said, my voice growing thicker with emotion. “I didn’t see what she was trying to do, how hard she was trying to make this work. She wasn’t a warrior, infact I considered her a weak wolf. But then she was… she was everything I didn’t realize I needed until it was too late.”
I closed my eyes, squeezing the bridge of my nose as I felt the sting of tears that I refused to let fall.
“I treated her like a burden, when all she ever did was try to be a good wife. Her cooking, her smile, the way she tried to talk to me during dinner… I shut her down every single time. And now I would give anything to hear her voice again.”
Rowan leaned forward, his expression unreadable. “What are you saying, Damian?”
“I’m saying…” I paused, trying to find the right words, but all I could feel was the ache in my chest. “I’m saying I need to find her, Rowan. I need to find my wife and my child. I realize now… I miss her. I really miss her, and I was just too blind to see it.”
The admission felt like a weight lifting off my shoulders, but it also came with a new, crushing sense of urgency. If something happened to her, if she was hurt or worse because I had failed to protect her… I don’t know how I would live with myself.
“Do you think she left because of me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The thought twisted in my gut like a knife.
Rowan sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know, Damian. But it’s possible. She might have felt alone, unloved. You know as well as I do that your bond wasn’t what it should have been.”
I understand what he was saying. We were not fated mates but we could have made it work if I had given her a chance.
I clenched my jaw, the guilt burning deep inside me. “I should have paid more attention. I should have realized… I should have told her how I felt.”
“You’ve realized that now,” Rowan said, standing to come close to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder. “What matters is whether you can tell her when you find her. And you will find her, Damian. We will find her.”
“But it's been a year,” I said, my voice hardening with despair. “Are you sure we will still find her? That she and my pub are safe?”
“Of course. Don’t lose hope man,” Rowan said, hitting my shoulders lightly. “Trust the goddess, they will be fine. At least, from the mate bond you should know they are okay.”
“Yes, I can still feel her. But I want to see her and apologize for ignoring her all these time.”
“We’ll find them,” he assured me.
“I won’t lose hope,” I said with a fresh resolve. “I’ll keep searching. I’ll find them. I won’t rest until I do. I don’t care what it takes or how far I have to go. I’ll bring her home, and I’ll make things right.”
Rowan nodded, a look of determination crossing his face. “That’s the attitude you should have. We’ll find her,” he said, shaking my shoulders again before taking his seat opposite me.
“Anyway, here are the reports of the investigation you requested,” he pointed to a file he kept on the table as he took his seat.
“What investigation?” I asked
“Alpha, you were quietly investigating the death of your parents. And you asked me to cross-check…”
“Yeah, I remember now.” I grabbed the file he brought with him and started flipping through it.
“For a moment there, I thought you were no longer interested in finding out about your parents’ murderer.”
“Oh I am. Very much. It's just that the absence of my wife is affecting me too.”
“I understand,” he said, scratching his chin. “But alpha, there were many people that day. How will you know the exact person you are looking for?”
“I saw him. The one who murdered my parents. He had a mole on the upper part of his lips. I can recognise that mark anywhere. I remembered him clearly,” I said with a sad growl in my head.
I remembered how he smirked at me before jumping out through the window. I would have followed but I heard a moan from my mother and ran to her side holding her hand, as she breathed her last.
“Anywhere I see him, it's instant death for that wolf. He can’t escape me.”
“I get you, alpha,” Rowan said, patting my hand across the table. “You know I’m with you all the way.”
“I appreciate it,” I said.
“I have to go to the training ground. There are some new wolves joining us who need some induction,” he said standing up.
I stood up too. “Thanks man,” I said, giving him a handshake and a bear hug.
When Rowan left, I felt a surge of determination that I hadn’t felt in years.I opened the report he brought but my thoughts drifted to Lyra. She was out there, somewhere, and I was going to find her. I would make her see that she wasn’t just a duty to me, that she was my everything. And once I had her back, I would never let her go again.
I just prayed to the moon goddess that I wasn’t too late.
I started reading the file and something caught my attention. Someone resembling the wolf I recognised has been sighted in Crewwood pack.
DamienThe boardroom was buzzing with energy, a palpable sense of anticipation hanging in the air as the senior members of our pack’s business elite gathered around the long table. The Sol Group’s proposed collaboration was the biggest project our territory had seen in decades, and it promised to bring massive development to our pack. The chance to modernize our infrastructure, build state-of-the-art real estate, and put our pack on the map as a major player in the global economy was within our grasp.I glanced around the room, my gaze settling on the faces of the board members—most of them eager, ready to move forward with the deal. But one face stood out, as it always did. Elder Marcus. He sat back in his chair, arms crossed, an impenetrable expression on his face. “This collaboration with The Sol Group is our chance to push forward,” I began, addressing the room. “Their expertise in real estate development is unmatched, and this partnership will bring jobs, investment, and prosper
DamienLyra was supposed to be the only child of Marcus and his wife. But now I’m hearing there’s another child?Wait, he called him a bastard child. That means it's not his wife that gave birth to the boy. What a surprise!‘You mean the man everyone is looking up to as a faithful husband is actually screwing another woman?’ Adol sneered in my head. I could hear the surprise in his voice.Everyone in our pack believed Elder Marcus was one of the few men who doesn’t look at another woman beside his wife. As an elder, they were supposed to be above board, leaving an impeccable life others will emulate.But once in a while, they slip up especially the male wolves and you see them messing with other women. They are always excused as it is not uncommon for males to go after women.But Elder Marcus had convinced everyone he was different. You can’t catch him talking to another woman besides his wife or daughter. Now, I’m hearing he had another child, a son for that matter. There’s a lot I d
MarcusNB: This chapter is written from Elder Marcus' point of view.I stepped into the house, slamming the door behind me so hard the walls seemed to shake. The scent of lavender from the candles my wife always lit wafted in the air, but instead of calming me, it only irritated me further.I can’t believe that stupid son of mine was asking me for money to go to Crewwood. He was even trying to blackmail me, saying I have not sent him any money like I promised. So he’s going to come to the council and tell them he is my son. That twerk!If only the woman in my house gave me a son, I wouldn’t have gone outside. But no. She couldn't do that simple job of bearing me a son. It would have been easy to put my son on the alpha chair, especially when …."Marcus, you are back" Serena greeted softly, interrupting my thoughts. It seems she was coming from the kitchen as she was wearing an apron. The same one with little sunflowers on it, that I had bought for her years ago. Back then, I thought
DamienThe cool, polished wood of my study desk was soothing under my fingers as I leaned back in my chair, letting the faint hum of the pack house fill the silence. The weight of leadership was something I wore like a second skin, but moments like this, alone in my office, were rare and welcome. Until, of course, the phone buzzed on my desk.I picked it up and pressed it to my ear. “Speak.”“Alpha,” came the low, gravelly voice of one of my men. “I want to make a report on the man you asked me to follow.”“Go ahead.” I told him.“I followed him to the outskirts of the city. He went to the slums,” the man continued, hesitating slightly, as though unsure how to proceed. “It was strange, Alpha. I didn’t expect to see him in a place like that.”The slums. That caught my attention. Garret wasn’t the type to step foot in such a rundown area unless he had a very good reason - or a very bad one.“Go on,” I said, my tone sharpening.“He went into a building full of... questionable characters.
The next day after handling some work at the office, I drove down to Elder Marcus’ house. I arrived at his house with a purpose in every step. The grand façade of the house loomed before me, a testament to the man’s inflated ego and his self-fashioned reputation as a pillar of honor. Yet I knew better. Marcus was a snake in an elder's robes.When the door opened, I was relieved to see Serena standing there alone. She wore a modest dress, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. Her eyes widened slightly when she recognized me, but she quickly composed herself, stepping aside to let me in.“Alpha Damien,” she greeted with a weak smile and a bow. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”“I need to speak with Elder Marcus,” I said, stepping into the richly decorated foyer. The walls were adorned with awards, photographs, and symbols of Marcus’ position. It was all for show.“He’s not here,” Serena said, her voice soft. “He’s at the elder’s council meeting.”I knew that already. She was reall
“No, I’ve never met him. I don’t even know his name.” I leaned back, my mind racing. Marcus was up to something, and now I had more questions than answers. But one thing was clear: I needed to act fast. “I’ll handle it,” I said, my tone firm. I stood up to leave. “I have to go now. If anything happens, anything at all, you send word to me immediately.” “Yes, Alpha,” she whispered, her gratitude evident in her tearful eyes. She stood up to see me off. “But please, if you truly want to help, find Lyra first. And... and her son.” “Her son?” I was wondering if she had heard something else. “We all knew Lyra was carrying a boy and must have given birth by now. Find them Alpha. Whatever you do, don’t let Marcus get to them first.” “Why do you say that?” “I’m not very sure. But if Marcus is planning something, I’m sure it involves both Lyra and that child.” Her words gave me pause. “Do you have any idea where she might be?” She shook her head. “No.” As I made to leave, I couldn’t s
I stepped out of the bedroom, my feet quiet on the floor as I moved toward the living room. The house seemed too still, as though it was holding its breath.“Who’s there?” I called, my voice was firmer this time.Silence.I hesitated, my instincts warning me that something wasn’t right. But after a moment, I shook my head. Maybe it was just the wind rattling the windows.I returned to the bedroom, shaking off the tension. I’d finish getting ready and head over to the Luna’s house. Everything was fine.But when I entered the nursery to check on my son, my heart stopped.The cot was empty.“Leo?” I whispered, panic gripping me. My feet carried me closer to the cot, my hands fumbling to pull back the blankets as if he could somehow be hiding underneath.“Leo!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the house. I spun around, my eyes scanning the room. He wasn’t here.Frantic, I tore through the nursery, yanking open the closet and looking under the furniture. My breaths came in sharp, shallo
LyraI followed her instructions, though my heart was pounding in my chest. My mind was a whirlwind of fear and doubt, but I forced myself to think of my son. His tiny hands, his soft giggles, the way he looked at me with so much trust and love.At first, there was nothing but darkness, a suffocating void. I felt panic rising, but the healer’s voice steadied me. “Keep going. Don’t give up. Reach for him.”Then, like a spark in the dark, I felt something—a faint, trembling connection.“I can feel him. He’s woken up. He’s… he’s scared,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.“Good, Lyra. Stay with him. What else do you feel?”I concentrated harder, the connection growing stronger. Images began to form in my mind, a man holding Leo, his arms trembling as he carried my son.“He’s in the arms of a man,” I said, my voice rising. “Leo’s scared! He’s crying!”The room buzzed with energy, the guards exchanging determined looks.“Don’t worry Lyra,” the alpha told me. “We’ll get you son back
"I believe you confessed to me because you still don’t trust the women in your back," she said quietly. "You feel they will behave the same way as your former girlfriend. But you need to forgive yourself and move on. And you can still check out other packs if that is what you really want and pick a mate from there. Luke, you need to move on. There’s more to life than what has happened."Her words hung between us, heavy with meaning. I didn’t know what to say, but a part of me wanted to argue, to tell her it wasn’t that simple. But I didn’t. Instead, I just stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. She was being so… open.Lyra gave a soft chuckle, as if reading my thoughts. "I’m not asking you to forget your past, Luke. It’s just… don’t let it steal your future. Don’t let it steal what could be."I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat. "And what’s that supposed to mean? You want me to forget everything just like that?""No." She shook her head firmly. "I’m saying don’t li
“That’s terrible,” Garret exclaimed, taking a seat. “How could Damien do that to you?”“Don’t worry. His time is coming.” My tone softened slightly, though it still had a cold edge. “By the time I finish with him, he won’t know what hit him.”“But sir, do you think Jaxon knows about us? I mean, do you think Lyra told them about what she overheard in your study that day?”“What did she hear? We were just speculating on the reason she may have run away since she was in the house that day. For all you know, she didn’t hear anything, and something else may have triggered her.”“I was just wondering what they might have discussed - Jaxon and Damien,” Garret continued. “If Lyra didn’t know about your plan, she wouldn’t have told Jaxon. So Damien is still unaware of anything.”“Of course,” I said, taking a sip from my drink. “Even if Lyra suspects me, she wouldn’t go blabbering her mouth to outsiders. She can’t tell such things to people from other packs.”“Really?”“I raised her with an iro
MarcusI sat in my study, the amber liquid in my glass catching the faint light from the single candle I had lit on my desk. It was getting dark outside, the kind of time I should be relaxing. But all I could feel was the burning rage deep inside me. That little twerp called me his subject.Imagine that little twerp, telling me I am his subject.I took another sip, letting the fire of the alcohol settle in my chest. But it wasn’t enough to douse the fire in my mind. My fingers gripped the glass tighter, the crystal almost feeling like it might shatter under my anger. Well, I am his subject for now, for now. I would have finished my discussions with Jaxon by now. It was supposed to be a simple, discreet meeting between us. By now, he would have given me access to Lyra. That was why I wanted to let him know that I am Lyra’s father. I am sure that would have made him see me in a good light.Knowing that I’m related to Lyra would have meant something to him. I could have swayed him. He
I was in my office typing on my laptop while checking on some files on my desk. I have so many files to go through, especially regarding the new collaboration we just got with the Sol Group.Suddenly, the door burst open, and I saw my secretary running after Elder Marcus. She looked on the verge of tears, but I nodded to her and told her to go back to her office.“Where is Alpha Jaxon?”“He has left for his home. I believe he has crossed the borders by now. Is there any problem?”“What is that supposed to mean, Damien? I was waiting in the reception for him to come out or for you to come and inform me that you have finished your meeting. I wanted to talk to him about something.”“Oh. Is that it?” I asked nonchalantly. “Well, the alpha said he had another meeting somewhere else. He left immediately after we finished our discussion.”“What is that supposed to mean? You knew I wanted to meet him. You could have called me to come and see him, even if only briefly.”I leaned back on my cha
DamienDamien couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more going on that he didn’t know about. Why would elder Marcus suddenly develop interest in alpha Jaxon? Elder Marcus’s insistence on staying made me feel uneasy. But I didn’t press the issue. I had a sense that this conversation was one he wasn’t meant to be part of,not yet.There was something about Marcus's sudden interest in Jaxon that didn’t sit right with him, and he wasn’t sure what game they were playing. But he intended to find out. Still, my instincts told him to stay vigilant. Something was off, and I wasn’t about to ignore it. For now, I decided to focus on the conversation I am having with Jaxon.“Thank you for agreeing to this meeting,” I told him while motioning for him to sit on a seat close to the end of the conference table. This way, we will be sitting far away from the door. Although, Rowan is at the door to make sure no one disturbs me as I have already mindlinked him to him.Jaxon stepped forward,
As if that was not enough, she still had a soft, cashmere cardigan draped over her shoulders, the pale beige color further emphasizing the soft opulence of her ensemble. She was carrying a small, structured handbag, probably designers since everything else she is wearing is designers. Its sleek features and pink color was designed to make a powerful statement. Then her accessories are all gold, from her earrings to the rings that glitter subtly on her fingers. Every piece of her outfit oozes wealth and refinement. She doesn’t need to shout about it; her clothing speaks volumes, subtly hinting that she knows exactly what she’s doing. You will think this woman is going to a ball dance at a palace and not coming for a casual visit to her Luna. She flings her long, wavy her at Calista as she gets closer to her.“I heard you were in the kitchen so I decided to come here and see you,” the woman said.“Hello Sylvia,” Calista said, with no expression on her face. It was clear that she is n
LyraShe shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe he has finally decided to open his heart to love again. Although why he would pick you is strange.”“Why do you say that?”“He should know that you are already mated. Definitely you are not thinking of leaving your mate for him.”“No. And I told him so. I just hope I haven’t hurt him too much by rejecting him now that he has finally decided to love again.” Calista’s eyes softened, and she nodded. “I think Luke has always kept a piece of himself reserved, not wanting to trust anyone completely. But maybe, just maybe, he saw something in you, Lyra. Something that made him believe it was safe to open up. I’m not saying he was right to confess to you, but I think he’s been carrying that weight for a long time.”I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing. “He’s been carrying it alone. And I can’t be the one to fix him. I can’t be the one to heal those wounds.”“You don’t have to,” Calista said gently, reaching across the table and placing her hand
I sat at the head of the conference table, watching as the representatives of the Sol Group and some of my executives filed out of the room. The meeting had gone smoothly, far smoother than I had expected, to be honest. They didn’t come with a large contingent like I expected.The two packs are not friends with each other but then we were not at war either. It's more like we were wary of one another and were waiting for who would make the first move. Usually if they are coming to this kind of meeting, they will come with a lot of their warriors in case things turn awry but that doesn’t seem to be the case today. A few years after I became the alpha, I decided that I needed more allies than enemies and I decided to find them. And for Jaxon to come with such a few representatives, mostly business officials, maybe he is having the same thoughts as me. This will make our meeting go smoother. Crewwood has a lot of material resources that makes them one of the richest packs in our country
The morning sun filtered through the windows of Calista's home, casting a golden glow across the room. The herbs and roots the maids had gathered the day before were now carefully simmering in a large pot on the stove, the scent of the healing potion filling the air with an earthy, soothing aroma. I was deep in concentration, making sure the brew was prepared just as my mother had taught me. It had to be perfect. Calista and I were counting on it.I glanced over at her as she sat at the table, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the cloth. She seemed nervous, yet hopeful. I could see the anxiety in her eyes, but there was something else there too. There was also a flicker of hope and excitement at the thought that maybe, just maybe, this could work. She wanted a child so badly, and I wanted to help her get what she deserved.Once I had finished the potion, we let it cool. When it was ready, I poured it into a small vial, the liquid glimmering in the morning light. I turned