Damien stood tall, his broad chest rising and falling with each deep breath. His eyes were locked onto Carl, who paced back and forth, his silver fur shimmering under the dim light of the setting sun. Carl’s expression was one of pure arrogance, his lips curled into a sneer as he bared his sharp teeth.“You should have just handed her over,” Carl growled, his voice dripping with malice. “This could have been avoided.”Damien’s fists clenched at his sides, his wolf itching to tear into Carl, but beneath the surface, another force was stirring. His vampire side, the one he had worked tirelessly to suppress, was whispering to him. Just give in, it urged. Use your true power and end him.But Damien couldn’t. If he let the bloodlust take control, he knew he’d lose himself, and worse, he’d put his pack and Elena in danger. He had to fight this battle like an Alpha, not a monster.“You’ll never have her,” Damien growled, his voice low and controlled. His eyes flashed with fury. “This is your
The morning sun streamed through the windows of the pack house, casting a warm glow in the room where Elena lay on a bed, wrapped in soft blankets. The gentle sound of birds chirping outside blended with the distant chatter of pack members who had gathered to discuss the events of the previous day. The air was thick with tension, yet the light filtering in provided a sense of hope.Damien sat beside Elena, his large hand holding hers tenderly. She looked pale but determined, her eyes brightening at the sight of him. Despite the bruises and scrapes she had endured during the incident last night, she had a resilience that captivated him. The pack doctor had tended to her wounds, assuring Damien that she would heal quickly, but it was the emotional scars that troubled him more.“Are you feeling better?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His heart swelled with affection, his worries momentarily fading in her presence.“I am, but I’d feel much better if you sto
The days after Carl’s banishment passed in a haze of normalcy, but underneath the surface, tension simmered within the pack. Damien worked tirelessly to maintain order, though his mind was constantly drawn back to Elena, who was recovering well but still bore the scars of recent events. Her pregnancy was their closely guarded secret, one they both cherished, yet it weighed heavily on his mind as he navigated the responsibilities of leadership.Elena, in the meantime, had settled into a quieter routine, spending her days in the pack house and meeting with a few trusted pack members. Though her body was healing, she could sense the uncertainty in the air. Carl’s threat might have been temporarily quelled, but the look in his eyes before he was exiled still haunted her.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Damien returned to the pack house after a long day of dealing with the fallout from Carl’s banishment. He found Elena in their room, sitting by the window, her hand restin
The late afternoon sun bathed the pack house in a golden light, casting long, soft shadows across the room where Mrs. Lauren sat with Elena and Damien. The air was warm and peaceful, carrying the scent of wildflowers through the open windows. It was a rare moment of calm, one they all cherished amidst the ongoing tensions around the pack.Elena, now visibly pregnant, sat on the comfortable sofa in the cozy living area, her hand gently resting on her growing belly. A serene smile graced her lips as she felt the pup kick lightly, a constant reminder of the life blossoming within her. Damien was beside her, his protective nature never far from the surface, though today his usual seriousness was softened by the gentle joy of the moment.Mrs. Lauren sat across from them, her eyes full of warmth as she watched the two most important people in her life. She hadn’t felt this kind of peace in a long time. Watching her son and Elena together, seeing how much they loved and cared for each other,
Amelia lingered in the shadows of the pack house hallway, her eyes narrowed as she watched the scene unfolding in the living room. The warm glow of the evening sun illuminated the small family gathering, casting a soft, golden light over Damien, Elena, and Mrs. Lauren as they sat together, lost in each other’s company.They looked so… happy.Amelia’s gaze locked on Damien, and a bitter pang twisted in her chest. The way he sat with Elena, his hand resting protectively over hers, his smile so tender, so full of love it made her stomach churn. She had known him for so long, had fought beside him, been by his side through everything. And yet, here he was, pouring all of his affection and attention into her, Elena. The one woman Amelia had hoped would be nothing more than a temporary distraction, someone Damien would lose interest in once the initial attraction wore off.But it hadn’t happened. If anything, their bond seemed to be growing stronger every day.As Amelia watched, Mrs. Lauren
The cool evening breeze whispered through the open windows of Mrs. Lauren’s private chambers, stirring the delicate curtains as she sat by her writing desk. Her thoughts were troubled, her mind circling the same questions over and over again. Elena, there was something more to her than met the eye. Mrs. Lauren had sensed it from the beginning, but now, after Damien’s admission that his blood lust had awakened the day he met Elena, those suspicions had only deepened.She had sent out letters to the ancient seers, those who were said to have a direct line to the wisdom of the Moon Goddess herself. Perhaps they could uncover the truth about Elena, about who or what she really was. It had taken weeks to receive a response, and each day had felt like an eternity as she waited for news.A soft knock at the door broke her from her reverie. One of the pack’s young messengers stepped into the room, bowing slightly as he handed her a sealed letter. Mrs. Lauren’s breath caught in her throat as s
As night settled over the pack lands, Mrs. Lauren paced her chambers, unable to shake the dread settling deep in her bones. The letter from the seers lay on her desk, its words haunting her. Elena was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. This alone was enough to cause an uproar if anyone found out. And her son Damien was already battling his vampire nature, his blood lust awakened by the very presence of his mate.But it wasn’t just them anymore.A child. Their child. A direct product of Damien's hybrid nature and Elena’s divine bloodline. The idea of it sent shivers down Mrs. Lauren's spine. What kind of power would that child possess? How would it affect their world? The wolf clans already viewed hybrids with suspicion, and now, with a descendant of the Moon Goddess involved, it was uncharted territory.She stopped pacing and gazed out of the window, the moon hanging low in the sky. The soft glow of the moon always brought a sense of peace to their kind, but tonight, it felt heavy, opp
Damien sat in his office, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair, his eyes staring blankly at the heavy oak desk in front of him. The words from his conversation with his mother played over and over in his head, each one laced with a deeper sense of dread. Elena's lineage, a descendant of the Moon Goddess. It made sense now, the pull he had felt toward her from the moment they met, the way his blood lust had been awakened, something that should have remained dormant.But it wasn’t just about him anymore. It was about Elena. And their child.His mind raced as he considered the implications. What kind of power would their child inherit? What would the pack think if they found out? The other Alphas, the elders, they would see it as a threat, a challenge to the old ways. Even the idea of a hybrid Alpha was pushing the limits of what the pack could accept. But a child born of both hybrid blood and the Moon Goddess’ lineage? It was a mystery even he couldn’t fully grasp.Damien let ou