CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX JONATHAN Point of View I stared at the ceiling above my bed, my mind circling with everything that had happened in the past few days. Sleep wouldn't come to me tonight. Not with Damon's threat hanging over my head like a dark cloud. I could still hear his voice, firm and unforgiving, promising to tell the Alpha King everything if I didn't back off. The Alpha King. Damisus. Just thinking about him made my stomach twist into knots. If he finds out what I've been doing to his daughter, I would be dead meat. Damisus had been helping me all this time, giving me the power and resources I needed. If he discovered what was really going on, everything would fall apart. He would not only stop helping me but would surely make me pay for my actions. "He can't find out," I whispered to myself, running my hands through my hair. "He absolutely cannot find out." I sat up, knowing what I needed to do. Tyla was the key to all of this. If I could get her on my side,
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN DAMON Point of View I stared at the letter in my hands, the official seal of the council mocking me. After all this time, after everything they had put me through, they had the nerve to invite me to a meeting like nothing had happened. Like they had not stripped me of my birthright and tagged me dangerous. Like they hadn't banned me and my pack from having anything to do with them. "Unbelievable," I muttered, reading through the carefully worded invitation again. They needed something from me. After casting me out, after forcing me to create my own "rogue" pack from nothing, now they wanted to talk. I grabbed a piece of paper from my desk and began writing my response, not bothering to match their formal tone. My hand pressed harder than necessary against the paper as anger fueled my words. "They banned us. They called us rogues. They took everything from me, and now they want a meeting?" I said to myself as I wrote. I clearly reminded them that
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT TYLA Point of View I miss Jessica. It's been weeks since we last spoke, and the silence between us grows heavier each day. Sometimes I reach for my phone, her number ready to be dialed, but pride stops me every time. I put the phone down and walk away. Sometimes, I stop in front of her room, about ti knock. Not yet. I haven't forgiven her yet. How could she chose Jonathan over me? How could she easily lie and imprison me because of him? After everything he did to me, to us, to the pack. The man who took everything from me? Who schemed and manipulated his way into my position as alpha? The same man who kept hurting her over and over again. I knew he would still continue to hurt her, but she was too naive to realise that. The betrayal cuts deep. More than I care to admit. I pace around my small cabin, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet. It's early morning, and sunlight filters through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the room. S
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE DAMON Point of View "Damon," Alpha Jamel said, nodding at me. I just stared for a moment. Alpha Jamel rarely visited anyone. Ever. And here he was at my doorstep. "Can I come in?" he asked when I didn't say anything. I stepped aside, still trying to figure out why he had come all this way. "Yes, yes, sure you can," I said, still shocked. "What's going on?" I asked as he sat down at my small table. I didn't offer him anything to drink. This wasn't a social call, and we both knew it. He looked around my cabin, taking in the sparse furnishings, the books stacked in corners, the weapons hanging on the walls. Then his eyes settled back on me. "I'm here about the invitation, Damon. I need you to come to the next pack meeting," he said simply. I laughed. "Excuse me," I said, still laughing. I couldn't help it. He didn't say anything, just looked at me. "You came all the way out here for that? You could've sent a message." I said, keeping my tone straight
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TYLA Point of View I never thought I'd be here again. In Jonathan's study. The room still looks the same—dark wooden desk by the window, bookshelves lining the walls, that leather couch where we used to sit together and plan pack strategies. Before everything fell apart. Before he took what was mine. But here I am, my back against his chest as we sat on that same couch, his arm around my waist, his breath warm against my neck. It takes everything in me not to shudder, not to pull away. I have to remind myself why I'm doing this. I have a plan now. My own plan. "You look beautiful tonight," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. I forced a smile, turning my head to meet his eyes. "Thank you." His hand moved to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before he leans in. The kiss is slow, deliberate. I kiss him back, matching his rhythm, playing my part. I've gotten good at pretending. We've been making out for what feels like hours. His h
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE TYLA Point of View As soon as Jonathan left, I started searching through his desk. My heart was pounding in my chest. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I had to find answers. I carefully opened the drawers one by one, making sure not to disturb anything too much. The first drawer had nothing interesting, just some pens and papers. The second one was filled with official documents that didn't mean anything to me. When I opened the third drawer, I froze. There was a document with my father's address on it. Why would Jonathan have this? My hands were shaking as I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped pictures of the document. I flipped through the pages and found more concerning information. There were transaction details that looked suspicious. I continued searching and found more papers. Each one made my stomach sink lower. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Why was the alpha king working with Jonathan suddenly? I hoped it wasn't what I was
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO DAMON Point of View I was sitting in my office when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and was surprised to see Tyla's name. I hadn't heard from her since her release, and I wondered what she wanted. "Hello?" I answered, leaning back in my chair. "Damon," Tyla's voice sounded strange, almost panicked. "I need to talk to you about something important." "What is it?" I asked, immediately concerned by her tone. "Are you going to the meeting with the council?" she asked. I frowned. "Yes, I am," I replied cautiously. "Why do you ask?" "Please don't go," she said, her voice urgent. "Please, Damon, don't attend that meeting." "What? Why not?" I was confused by her request. "I can't tell you why right now," she said. "But you need to trust me on this one. Please, don't go to that meeting." I stood up from my chair and walked over to the window, looking out at the view while I tried to make sense of what she was saying. "Tyla, I've already agreed to att
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE TYLA Point of View After hanging up the call with Damon, I decided to call my father. My hands were still shaking as I dialed his number. The documents I found in Jonathan's desk kept flashing through my mind. When he answered, I didn't even bother with hello. "How could you?" I demanded, my voice trembling with anger. "How could you send those documents to Jonathan?" There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Tyla, what are you talking about?" "Don't pretend you don't know!" I snapped. "I saw the documents in Jonathan's desk. I saw the transaction details from Damon to the hijackers. I saw your address on those papers. Everything is becoming clear to me now." My father sighed heavily. "Tyla, this isn't something we should discuss over the phone." "Then when? When will you explain why you're working with Jonathan? Why you're setting up Damon? Why would you even go ahead and do that without my consent? "Come over for dinner tonight," he said
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN THIRD POV Three months had passed since the pack's last gathering, and the air was electric with excitement as the Cornrow Pack prepared to witness a historic moment – the coronation of their new Alpha King, Damon. The sun was setting over the pack's territory, casting a warm orange glow over the gathered crowd. The atmosphere was alive with chatter and laughter as the pack members eagerly awaited the ceremony. At the center of the gathering stood an elegant stage, adorned with intricate carvings and symbols of the pack's heritage. Before the stage, a beautifully crafted altar held a delicate, gemstone-encrusted crown, awaiting its new owner. The Luna ceremony was about to commence, and Tyla, Damon's chosen mate, stood poised and radiant, her long, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Her eyes shone with happiness as she gazed at Damon, who stood beside her, his eyes burning with adoration. Elara, the eldest elder, steppe
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX TYLA Point of View Days turned into weeks, and I remained holed up in my room, struggling to come to terms with what had happened. I had gotten my revenge on Jonathan, but it didn't feel as satisfying as I thought it would. Instead, I felt lost and uncertain. I had been so focused on my quest for revenge that I hadn't thought about what would come next. Now that Jonathan was out of the picture, I was left to pick up the pieces and figure out how to move forward. As the Alpha of the Cornrow Pack, I had a responsibility to my pack members. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't ready to lead. I was still reeling from the aftermath of my encounter with Jonathan, and I didn't know if I had the strength or the courage to take on the challenges that lay ahead. But as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I knew that I couldn't stay hidden away forever. I had to face my fears and my doubts head-on. I had to find a way to move forward, to heal and
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE JAY Point of View I walked away from Damon, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I was worried about Jess, and I regretted the way I had treated her. I couldn't believe how I had ignored her, pushed her away when she needed me most. I had been so caught up in my own problems, my own guilt and shame, that I had neglected the one person who truly cared about me. Now, it seemed like it was too late. Jess was hurt, and I didn't blame her. I had broken her trust, and I didn't know if I could ever repair it. I felt a pang of sadness and regret. I wished I could go back in time, do things differently. I wished I could amend things, make it right between us. But it was too late now. The damage was done, and all I could do was hope that someday, somehow, Jess would be able to forgive me. I sighed, feeling a sense of despair wash over me. I had messed up, and now I had to live with the consequences. I walked back to my quarters, feeling lost and
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FOUR DAMON point of View I stood in front of the large map of our territory, studying it intently. We had been searching for the missing goods for weeks, and I was determined to finally recover them. I had been working tirelessly, following every lead, every hint, every rumor. I had spoken to every pack member, every ally, every enemy. And finally, after all this time, I had a breakthrough. I had received a tip from a reliable source that the missing goods were being hidden in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of our territory. I had assembled a team of my most trusted pack members, and we were ready to move. We arrived at the warehouse under the cover of darkness. We moved stealthily, our eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. I gave a hand signal, and my team moved into position. We burst into the warehouse, our flashlights illuminating the dark space. And there, in the center of the room, were the missing goods. Crates of food, medi
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY Three I watched as Tyla packed up her bags, her movements swift and efficient. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, knowing that she was leaving. Damon walked into the room, his eyes locked onto Tyla's. "Hey, Jess, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, his voice soft. I nodded, curious. "What's up, Damon?" I asked, walking over to him. Damon's eyes locked onto mine, his expression serious. "I was wondering if you'd consider not going with Tyla back to the Cornrow pack," he said, his voice filled with emotion. I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Why?" I asked, curious. Tyla spoke up, her voice soft. "Because, Jess, I need some time to heal. And everything in the Cornrow pack...it's just too much. It'll never let me heal." I nodded, understanding. I knew that Tyla had been through a lot, and the Cornrow pack was a constant reminder of her past. I couldn't blame her for wanting to get away from it all. "Okay, Tyla," I said, smiling softly. "I'll
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY Two DAMON point of View As we sat there, hands clasped together, the tension between us was palpable. It was as if the weight of our confessions had lifted a burden off our shoulders, and we were finally free to express our true feelings. I looked into Tyla's eyes, and I saw the same desire reflected back at me. Without a word, I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle, tender kiss. Tyla's response was immediate, her lips parting to deepen the kiss. I felt a surge of passion run through me, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. We kissed for what felt like hours, our lips locked together in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. I felt like I was home, like I had finally found the missing piece of my soul. As we broke apart for air, I looked into Tyla's eyes and saw the same love, the same desire reflected back at me. Without a word, I stood up, pulling her to her feet, and led her to the bedroom. We made love with a passion, a
Chapter 171CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY ONE DAMON Point of View I sat in the dimly lit living room, my eyes fixed on the flames dancing in the fireplace. It had been a long day, filled with tension and drama. Jessica safely tucked away in bed, I had a chance to unwind. Jessica had complained about feeling sleepy, and I had asked Tyla to put her to sleep. Iwas starting to relax when, I heard a soft voice behind me. "Damon, can I talk to you?" I turned to see Tyla standing in the doorway, her eyes hesitant. I nodded, gesturing for her to come in. She walked over to the couch and sat down beside me, her eyes fixed on mine. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened today," she said, her voice soft. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What about it?" I asked, my tone neutral. Tyla took a deep breath before speaking. "I know you're still angry with me, and I don't blame you. But I want you to know that I never chose Jonathan over you. I was just playing along with him, trying to get clos
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TYLA Point of View I watched as Damon pulled out his phone and dialed a number. He spoke in a low tone, his words indistinguishable, but his expression told me that he was giving orders. Suddenly, a group of pack members appeared out of nowhere, their faces somber as they surveyed the scene before them. Damon nodded at them, and they quickly sprang into action. "Take Jessica's car and Jonathan's car away from here," Damon instructed, his voice firm. "Take them back to the cornrow pack." The pack members nodded, their movements swift and efficient as they worked to remove the cars from the scene. I watched, still trying to process everything that had happened. Damon turned to us, his eyes locking onto mine and Jessica's. "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice soft. "We'll take my car." Jessica nodded, her eyes still shining with tears. I followed her lead, my body feeling numb and disconnected. As we walked towards Damon's car, I couldn't help but
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY NINE JESSICA Point of View Tyla's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the fear and resignation there. We both knew that Jonathan was beyond reason, and that our pleas were falling on deaf ears. We held each other tightly, waiting for the inevitable. I could feel Tyla's heart racing against mine, and I knew that she was bracing herself for the impact. I was doing the same, my mind racing with thoughts of our families, our friends, and our pack. We were going to leave them behind, and the thought was almost too much to bear. But then, just as Jonathan's finger was about to pull the trigger, we heard the sound of gunshots ringing out through the air. Tyla's grip on me tightened, and I felt her body tense up, preparing for the impact. But it never came. Instead, we heard Jonathan's cry of pain, and the sound of his body crashing to the ground. Tyla and I slowly opened our eyes, our hearts still racing with fear. That's when we saw him... Damon, standing