CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR TYLA Point of View "I am changing a lot of rules concerning the omegas," I resolved within myself. I knew the changes would be controversial, but I couldn't ignore the plight of the omegas and weaker wolves any longer. For years, they had been marginalized, treated as less than nothing within our pack hierarchy. Jonathan's leadership had been ruthless, focused solely on strength and dominance. My first official act as acting alpha was to implement new rules that would protect and elevate those who had been overlooked for generations. I started with basic provisions: guaranteed food rations for all pack members, regardless of their status. Medical care would now be provided equally, with special attention to those who couldn't defend themselves. Training programs would be created to help omegas develop skills and potentially rise through the pack ranks. When I announced these changes during the pack meeting, I could feel the tension in the room. Som
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE DAMON Point of View I leaned back in my chair, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. Jonathan was finally out of the way. The council's decision to strip him of his alpha status had worked perfectly. Now I had the breathing room I needed to prepare for my real challenge— facing Damisus. The past weeks had been a careful dance of manipulation. I had watched Jonathan lose his power, orchestrating the moves that would ultimately benefit my own plans. Each step had been calculated, each moment precisely timed. The look of defeat in Jonathan's eyes when he was removed from his position was almost too perfect —like a painting of political destruction. My connection to the council ran deep. Years of building relationships, trading favors, understanding the intricate web of pack politics had prepared me for this moment. Jonathan had always been too direct, too aggressive. Politics required subtlety, and that was something I had mastered. I summoned m
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIX TYLA Point of View "You are here already," I said as I walked into the coffee store. I checked my wristwatch. I wasn't late. Rather, Damon was too early. The tension was palpable as I sat across from Damon, my heart racing with the weight of potential disaster. War between wolf packs was never simple, but the conflict brewing between Damon and Damisus threatened to tear apart everything. "Why did you call me here?" Damon snapped. Things had nor been the same between us. He acted strange towards me, and I found it difficult to understand why. "It's about the battle with Damisus," I began. "I'm never going to back off," Damon replied coldly. "You can't be serious about this," I said, my voice steady despite the fear churning inside me. "What if you do not come out victorious?" Damon's eyes were hard, unyielding. The kind of look that suggested his mind was already made up. I had seen that expression before— in Jonathan, in other alpha leaders who beli
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN JESSICA Point of View The silence of my current pack was suffocating. Whispers, sideways glances, the constant feeling of being an outsider— it was destroying me from the inside. I realized how foolish I was to have believed Jonathan. Now, he had abandoned me. Jay had also left me to be on my one. No matter how many times I tried to apologise to him, he would not budge. Jay didn't care about Tyla. I was smart enough to know that his anger was not just about me or what I did to Tyla. It was merely an excuse for him to move on with Sara. This was more about her than it was about me. He wanted to be with her, and not with me. That was all that mattered right now. I knew I needed a change. I needed something to distract me completely, or I would explode. More than that, I needed family. Damon was the only family I had left. The journey to his pack wasn't easy. I spent days preparing, gathering my courage. What would he say? Would he welcome me after
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHT ALPHA KING DAMISUS Point of View I sat at my desk, staring at the letter from the Council of Elders. The words blurred together as my mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming battle. Three days. That's all I had left. For a moment, my heart jumped with anxiety. What if I wasn't prepared enough? What if Damon had some trick up his sleeve? I knew that Damon was not just powerful and dangerous. He was cunning, too. He would definitely seize every opportunity to make sure he overthrown me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I had been training for months, honing my skills and perfecting my strategy. I was ready for this. But as I thought about Demon, my confidence wavered. Everything I had done to bring him down, to stop him from participating in the battle, had failed. It was as if he had a shield, a bulletproof armor that deflected every arrow I threw his way. I clenched my fists, frustration burning within me. Why couldn't I get the
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE DAMON Point of View I stood in my room, my eyes scanning the letter from the Council. Three days. That's all I had left before the battle. I felt confident about the battle. I didn't think too much about it, and the news didn't make my heart skip. It did, for a second that I barely noticed though. Jessica walked into the room. "What's going on?" she asked, noticing the concern etched on my face. I handed her the letter. "It's from the Council. The battle is in three days." Jessica's eyes widened as she read the letter. Then, she looked up at me, her expression worried. "Damon, why are you so insistent on this battle? It could consume you." I wondered what was wrong with everyone. Not just Jessica, but at Tyla too. They were both trying to make me back off. I wondered why they would not just cheer for me and wish me well. The Alpha King was seated on my position, and the only way to get it back was by taking him out of the way. "You're my sister, Je
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TYLA Point of View I stood in the kitchen, instructing the maids on what to prepare for dinner. The aroma of roasting vegetables and baking bread filled the air, making my stomach growl with anticipation. I was trying to put dinner together myself before dinner time. I turned to check on the soup, when one of the maids caught my eye. "Tyla, Jessica is here," she said, nodding towards the doorway. I turned, expecting her to walk towards the fridge or somewhere else. But it seemed like she was walking towards me instead. Her eyes were fixed on me. My heart skipped a beat as she approached me. What did she want? I hadn't sorted things with her yet, since everything that had happened. And she hadn't been at the pack house for days now. I barely noticed, but seeing her now made me realise her absence the past few days. She finally stopped in front of me, her eyes fixed on me. "Jessica," I said, trying to sound neutral. "What can I do for you?" Jessica approa
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE TYLA Point of View I woke up the next morning feeling like a weight was crushing me. The events of the previous day had left me reeling, and I couldn't shake off the sense of unease that had settled in. Fear and confusion swirled in my mind, making it hard to think clearly. But one thing was certain: I had to warn Damon. I couldn't just sit back and do nothing, not when I knew that my father was planning to eliminate him. I decided to send him a mind link, to inform him of the danger that lurked ahead. I closed my eyes, focusing my mind on the task at hand. I reached out, trying to establish a connection with Damon. But it was like hitting a brick wall. The mind link refused to connect, no matter how hard I tried. I gritted my teeth, frustration mounting. Why wasn't it working? I tried again and again, but the result was the same. The mind link was broken, and I couldn't get through to Damon. Panic began to set in. What if I couldn't warn him in tim
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