The days following Elena’s revelation were filled with a new kind of tenderness between her and Damien. Every moment they spent together was precious, as if they were guarding a beautiful secret between them. Damien’s protectiveness over her grew stronger, though he did his best to maintain their normal routine around the pack to avoid arousing suspicion.They shared fleeting glances at meals, secret touches when no one was watching, and at night, Damien held her close, his hands often resting over her growing belly as they lay in bed. The bond between them seemed deeper now, a quiet promise of the family they were creating.One evening, while they were alone in the pack’s private garden, Damien sat with Elena under the stars. His fingers laced with hers as they talked about the future.“Have you thought about names?” he asked softly, looking over at her with a gentle smile.Elena chuckled, leaning into his side. “I’ve thought about it a little. But we don’t even know if it’s a boy or
The warm rays of the early afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of their private quarters. Damien had taken the day off from his usual Alpha duties, deciding that Elena needed some much-deserved pampering. After all, she was carrying their child, and nothing was more important to him than making sure she felt loved and cherished every step of the way.Elena, now several weeks pregnant, sat comfortably on the plush sofa, a soft throw draped over her. The subtle swell of her belly was just starting to show, and though she felt the weight of her responsibilities as Damien’s mate, today was about relaxation. She hadn’t been feeling too well that morning, and Damien had noticed. Determined to lift her spirits, he planned a day solely dedicated to her.Damien entered the room quietly, holding a tray laden with fresh fruit, pastries, and herbal tea made specifically to soothe her morning sickness. His steps were confident but gentle as he placed the tray on the table beside her,
The morning was quiet, the pack house bustling with its usual routine. Mrs. Lauren walked through the halls, her thoughts occupied with the matters of the day. She had been keeping a close eye on Damien, ever since she had sensed the awakening of his bloodlust. Despite her concerns, she had also noticed a subtle change in her son’s demeanor , more calm, more focused, and strangely more content.Her curiosity was piqued. She had seen him spending more time with Elena, which was to be expected now that they were mated, but there was Something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.As she made her way toward the private quarters, she noticed Elena and Damien’s door slightly opened. Without meaning to eavesdrop, she overheard soft laughter coming from inside. Mrs. Lauren paused, hesitating for a moment before gently pushing the door open further. She caught a glimpse of her son and Elena sitting together on the edge of the bed, their hands intertwined. The way they looked a
As Mrs. Lauren left Damien and Elena’s quarters, the joy she had felt only moments before was slowly being replaced by a deep sense of unease. She walked through the pack house, her steps slowing as her mind wrestled with what she had just learned. Elena’s pregnancy should have been a moment of pure happiness, but something gnawed at her.She thought back to the conversation she had with Damien about his bloodlust. The bloodlust that had been sealed by the Moon Goddess herself was awakened by Elena’s presence. And now, Elena was pregnant, carrying a child that would inherit Damien’s blood and perhaps more.Mrs. Lauren headed to her private study, the room where she often retreated when things weighed too heavily on her mind. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it, exhaling slowly. The pregnancy complicated everything. She trusted Elena’s intentions, but the unknowns surrounding her were becoming too much to ignore.Sitting down at her desk, she pulled out a piece of parchm
Amelia walked briskly through the quiet corridors of the pack house, her mind buzzing as she replayed the conversation with Mrs. Lauren. Elena’s pregnancy was the perfect opportunity to implement her plan, but she needed to be careful. Telling Carl everything wasn’t wise, especially when it came to Damien’s bloodlust. She loved Damien, despite everything, and she couldn’t let Carl use that against him.As she approached the border between their territories, she noticed Carl waiting for her, leaning against a tree, arms crossed. His presence was as imposing as always, but this time, Amelia felt a surge of power. She had the upper hand now, information that could destroy Elena.“You’re late,” Carl said with a smirk, pushing off from the tree to stand before her.“I wasn’t expecting you to be here already,” Amelia replied coolly, stepping closer. “But I suppose you’ve been keeping an eye on things.”“Always,” Carl replied, eyes narrowing as he studied her. “So, what’s this about? You wou
Amelia returned to the pack house under the cover of darkness, her mind racing with the thrill of her conversation with Carl. As she slipped through the entrance, the familiar scents of the pack enveloped her, woodsmoke, earth, and the faint hint of wildflowers from the garden outside. But tonight, they felt suffocating, a reminder of the life she was desperate to change.She made her way to her room, her heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. She had so much to do to ensure Carl’s plan succeeded. With Elena pregnant, there was no room for error; this was her chance to eliminate the competition for Damien’s heart.As she entered her room, Amelia paused, looking around as if she might find some sign that someone had been watching her. The shadows danced in the corners, and the silence felt oppressive. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being followed, that someone knew of her treachery. But she pushed the thought aside; she had to remain focused.Amelia moved to her van
As the tension thickened in the air, the festival’s jubilant atmosphere shifted into one of uncertainty. Laughter turned into murmurs of confusion as pack members watched the unfolding confrontation, their festive spirits dampened by the unexpected arrival of Carl and his wolves.Damien rushed to Elena’s side, his heart pounding with fear and confusion. “Elena, are you alright?” He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, searching her face for any sign of what was happening.“I… I don’t know,” she replied, her voice shaky. Her eyes darted around, catching sight of Carl’s menacing grin and the threatening stance of the intruders. “I just feel strange.”Amelia watched from the sidelines, her heart racing with excitement. The plan was working better than she had anticipated, and the chaos unfolding was just the kind of distraction she had hoped for. She stepped back, blending into the crowd, knowing that the drama would keep everyone’s focus away from her.“Everyone, stay back!” Damien com
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