Damian
“Where is she?” I snarled, my voice echoing in the silent room.
The guards standing before me exchanged nervous glances, their eyes flicking to the floor as if it would save them from my wrath.
“We… we don’t know, Alpha,” one of them stammered, his voice trembling. “We haven’t seen her since this afternoon.”
“Are you telling me,” I growled, stepping closer, “that my wife left this house without anyone noticing?”
One of the guards flinched, his face pale. “I-I’m sorry, Alpha. We thought she went to see her parents.”
“Are you crazy? She’d already come back from that place.”
“Sorry alpha. We were stationed at the gates as usual. We didn’t see her leave.”
“Useless,” I spat, turning away from them. My hands clenched into fists as I stared out the window, my mind racing. Lyra was gone. She had left without a word, without permission …and with my child in her belly.
Fury surged through me at the thought. She knew better than to defy me, to disobey the rules of this household. Yet she had done it anyway. She was not to go anywhere without my permission.
“Find her,” I ordered, my voice cold and commanding. “Search every inch of this territory. If she’s in the city, bring her back immediately.”
“Yes, Alpha!” The guards scrambled out of the room, eager to escape the storm of my anger. I barely noticed them leave, my thoughts consumed by the audacity of Lyra’s actions. How dare she leave without informing me? Without asking for permission? This was a direct challenge to my authority, and I would not tolerate it.
I could already imagine her feigning innocence, her wide green eyes pleading for forgiveness. But this time, there would be no leniency. She had crossed the line, and she would face the consequences. My wife needed to be reminded of her place.
My teeth ground together as I paced the room, my mind flitting to the rogue attacks we’d faced recently. They had been growing bolder, attacking the outer reaches of our territory with increasing frequency. My soldiers and I had fought them off, but I knew it was only a matter of time before they regrouped and came back stronger.
Yet, Elder Marcus insisted that the rogues were of no concern. “Let the soldiers handle it,” he had said, his voice dripping with condescension. “Your focus should be on ruling the city, Damian. Not chasing down rogue wolves.”
I scoffed at the memory, a bitter taste in my mouth. The other elders had all agreed with him, of course. They always did. Marcus had them wrapped around his finger, his influence over them absolute. They deferred to him on everything, and it infuriated me.
He always liked opposing me in everything, EVERYTHING. He doesn’t care about the topic or issues as long as he has the final say on it and the one to make the decision. To him, the present rogue problem is not an issue at all. And it wasn’t just the rogues, either. My search for the truth about my parents’ deaths had been met with the same dismissive attitude.
“Let it go, Damian,” Elder Marcus had said, his tone patronizing. “What’s done is done. Focus on your duties as Alpha.”
‘He is a sure pain in the ass,’ Adol, my wolf said. ‘But we’ll not let him.’
I agree with Adol, I will not let that man stop me in my quest. I couldn’t let it go. Not until I know who was responsible and give them what they deserve. My parents had been murdered, and I owed it to them to find out who had done it, no matter how much time had passed. The elders didn’t understand, or perhaps they didn’t care. Their only concern was keeping their power… and money intact. I hit my fist on the table, hard.
‘Hey man,’ Adol growled in head. ‘You need to focus. You need to keep control.’
But how could I focus when everything around me was falling apart? My wife had vanished, the rogues were lurking in the shadows, and my quest for justice was being hindered at every turn.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to see my Beta, Rowan, his face tense.
“Alpha, we’ve received reports of rogue activity near the northern border.”
“Damn it!” I slammed my fist on the desk again, the wood cracking under the force. “I knew they were planning something. How many?”
“About a dozen,” he replied, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “They’re testing our defenses, looking for weak spots.”
I nodded, my mind shifting gears. “Mobilize the soldiers. We’ll meet them head-on.”
Rowan hesitated, his eyes flicking to the side. “Elder Marcus… he advised against engaging the rogues directly. He said—”
“I don’t care what Elder Marcus said!” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. “This is my territory, and I’ll defend it as I see fit.”
“Is everything alright, man?” Rowan came closer. “It’s not like you to go against the elder’s advice.”
I sighed. Rowan is not only my beta, he is also my friend so he understands when something is wrong with me.
“I’ve had it with that man. He keeps butting head against me at any given opportunity,” I stood up and walked round the table to face Rowan. “It seems I’m the alpha only by name, while he is the one with authority.”
“I understand man,” Rowan placed a hand on my shoulders. “You said you'd tolerate him for as long as necessary.”
“Well, he keeps causing all kinds of trouble for me,” I said, running my fingers across my hair. “His daughter has run away with my child and I have no idea where to find her.”
“What?” shouted Rowan. “No wonder the guards were all flustered as I was coming in.”
“I’m tired man,” I muttered softly.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find her,” he said.
“Sure,” nodded. “Meanwhile, we have to deal with the present threat. Get the warriors and meet me at the northern border,” I instructed him.
Rowan nodded. “Yes, Alpha. I’ll see to it right away.”
As he left, I took a deep breath, trying to rein in my temper. The rogues, Lyra’s disappearance, elder Marcus’ interference—it was all too much. But I was the Alpha. I had to keep it together. I had to protect this territory, even if it meant going against the elders’ wishes.
And I would find my wife. When I did, she would learn the consequences of defying me. Just as I opened the door to head out, I saw Elder Marcus coming towards me.
“What is this I’m hearing, Damian?” he asked standing in front of me. “Where is my daughter?”
LyraThe warm sunlight filtered through the window as I sat with Calista, sipping the tea she had prepared. Calista is the wife of Alpha Jaxon of the Crewwood pack, who had graciously accepted to accomodate me in their home. His wife has been a good friend since I arrived.“Do you ever think about how different things could have been?” Calista asked, her voice soft as she stared out at the forest beyond the window.I glanced at her, sensing the weight behind her question. “All the time,” I admitted. “Growing up, I used to dream about my mate — how he’d sweep me off my feet, and how we’d be so in love from the moment we met. I was naïve, I suppose.”Calista smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “We all had those dreams at some point. It’s hard not to, with all the stories we hear as children.”I nodded, my mind drifting back to those innocent days when I believed in fairy tales. “When I met Damian… I thought maybe, just maybe, those dreams could come true. But it was n
LyraI looked up to see Calista, Jaxon’s wife, entering the room with a soft smile on her face. “How are you feeling, Lyra?”I returned her smile, though mine was tinged with exhaustion. “I’m… better, thanks to you and Jaxon. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t taken me in.”Calista waved her hand dismissively as she took a seat beside me. “Nonsense. You needed help, and we were here. That’s all there is to it. Besides,” she added, her eyes twinkling as she looked down at my son, “we couldn’t very well turn you away, not with this little one on the way.”“Yet, you could have sent me back or even kept me anywhere else in your pack. Why did you choose to keep me in the main pack house with your family?”“Well, it was the alpha’s call,” Calista said, throwing her hands in the air. “Jaxon said something about repaying for past sins. I don’t even understand what he was saying but I’m glad you are here. I love your friendship.” Tears welled up in my eyes again, but this tim
DamianThe 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
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
"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