CHAPTER 172

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 intensity that I had never experienced before. It was as if our confessions had unleashed a deep-seated desire, a desire that had been building for years. As we moved together, our bodies in perfect sync, I felt a sense of completion, of wholeness that I had never felt before. I knew in that moment that I would never let Tyla go, that I would spend the rest of my life making her happy. And as we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love had conquered all, even death itself. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Tyla looked up at me with a smile. "I'm so proud of you, Damon," she said, her voice filled with emotion. I raised an eyebrow, curious. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice soft. Tyla's eyes shone with admiration. "After everything the Alpha King did to stop you from challenging him, you didn't back down. You kept fighting, kept pushing forward, even when it seemed like all hope was lost." I felt a surge of pride at her words. I had to admit, I was pretty proud of myself too. It hadn't been easy, but I had refused to give up. Tyla's hand stroked my chest, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "You're a true leader, Damon. You have the heart of a warrior, and the spirit of a true alpha." I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. "Thank you, Tyla," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "That means a lot coming from you." Tyla's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw the love and admiration shining in them. "I mean every word, Damon," she said, her voice soft. "I'm honored to be your mate." As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that we still had a long way to go. We had both been through so much, and we needed time to heal, to process everything that had happened. Tyla seemed to sense my thoughts, and she nodded in agreement. "We need some time apart, Damon," she said, her voice soft. "Time to heal, to reflect on everything that's happened." I nodded, knowing that she was right. As much as I wanted to hold onto her, to keep her by my side, I knew that we needed this time apart. "I'll return to the Cornrow pack tomorrow morning," Tyla said, her eyes locked onto mine. "But I promise you, Damon, that this isn't goodbye. We'll come together again, when we're both healed and whole." I smiled, feeling a sense of hope and promise. "I'll hold you to that," I said, my voice filled with emotion. Tyla smiled back, and we shared one last, lingering kiss. Then, with a heavy heart, I watched as she slipped out of bed and began to pack her bags. As I lay there, listening to the sound of her moving around the room, I felt a sense of sadness wash over me. But I knew that this was necessary, that we needed this time apart to heal and grow. And so, with a sense of hope and promise, I drifted off to sleep, knowing that Tyla would always be with me, in spirit and in heart.