CHAPTER THIRTY TWO JONATHAN Point of View I stormed into Tyla's room, my anger my heart beating fast from anger. I had just found out that she secretly met with Damon in Jessica's room, and I couldn't believe her betrayal. I knocked on her door and patiently waited for her to open up. I knew she was in because the maid who informed me about her meeting. Damon also informed me that she had just returned to her room. When she didn't answer to the door at first, I banged at the door again. The door opened slightly, and before she could say anything, I pushed my way into her room. "So, I hear you went to meet Damon in Jessica's room," I growled, my eyes narrowing as I glared at her. Tyla stood her ground, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I did," she replied, her voice steady. She replied so confidently like she didn't do anything wrong, and it pissed me off even more than the fact that she met with her supposed mate in secret. In as much as I wanted to applaud her for her admission, I
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE TYLA Point of View I thought I was going to die. Jonathan's grip on my throat was tightening, and I couldn't breathe. I tried to struggle, but he was too strong. Just as all hope seemed lost, Jessica walked into the room. She didn't hesitate. she didn't even seem to notice Jonathan's fury. She just walked up behind him and hit him with something. I didn't see what at first, but it was hard enough to send him crashing to the floor. I stumbled backwards, gasping for air. Jessica rushed to my side and wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. I hugged her back, still in shock. "Jessica, oh my god," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "Thank you." "It's fine, Tyla. You've saved me from him a thousand times as well." It was when Jessica helped me up that I noticed the broken wooden chair on the floor. That was when I realised what he hit Jonathan with. It made me chuckle lightly. Jessica led me to her room, helping me onto the bed. I lay down, still shakin
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR TYLA Point of View I followed the messenger out of the room, Jessica by my side. We walked in silence. I could already guess what this meeting would be about. When I stole glances at Jessica, I noticed her fear as well. It seemed like she also had it figured out. Yet, none of us said anything about it. I could not believe that I had been reduced to this. In a pack that I once ruled with iron fist. As we entered the throne room, I saw the elders seated at the front. Jonathan was seated gracefully on his throne. I didn't know why I suddenly felt anger seething through my veins when I set my eyes on him. I wished that he had died back in his room. Even though I scared me what the elders would do to Jessica and I, I was still ready to face killing him, then argue about just the attempt to kill him. Jonathan turned to me, his eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of anger and frustration burning in them. The elders nodded at us to take our seats. Jessica and I exchanged a
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE JONATHAN Point of View I sat in my chambers, sipping a glass of wine, feeling like I was on top of the world. I had finally succeeded in turning the elders against Tyla and Jessica, making them see my wives as the disobedient and ungrateful ones. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had manipulated the situation perfectly, and now I had the upper hand. I had achieved one more thing, and I needed to mark it on my book of achievement. Reporting first made me the victim, and Tyla and Jessica, the villain. The perfect story I had mapped out was something else that gave me upper hand in the situation. It was late in the evening, and I had not done any other thing aside from celebrating. I started my celebration after I left the meeting room, but decided to spice it up with wine this evening. But my celebration was short-lived. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the distance, followed by the sound of alarms blaring and people shouting. My eyes widen
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX JESSICA Point of View Jay followed behind me as we headed to the meeting room. I felt his hands on my waist and quickly knocked them out. "Come over here," Jay gestured to the seat at the corner of the room. I hesitated when Jay gestured for me to sit beside him. I was scared, and I didn't want to raise any suspicions. "Come sit here," Jay whispered, his eyes locked on mine. But I shook my head, trying to appear nonchalant. "I'm fine where I am," I whispered back. Jay raised an eyebrow, but I could see the understanding in his eyes. He knew why I was being cautious. "It's okay, nobody will notice," Jay said, his voice barely audible over the sound of Jonathan's voice. But I knew better. If I sat too close to Jay, Jonathan might notice. And if he did, it would be disastrous. "I don't want any issues," I whispered firmly, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation. Jay nodded, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes. He knew I was right, but it didn't
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN DAMON Point of View Two days had passed since the attack on my pack, and I was no closer to finding out who was responsible. The frustration was eating away at me, making it hard to sleep and even harder to focus. But it wasn't just the attack that was troubling me. It was the constant dreams. Every night, I'd close my eyes and see Annie's face. She was already a part of my past, and I could not understand why she kept appearing in my future. I didn't understand why she was haunting my dreams. Hadn't I suffered enough? Hadn't I paid enough? And yet, every night, she'd appear, her eyes sad and her voice whispering my name. It was like she was trying to tell me something, but I had no idea what. I was torn. Part of me wanted to hold on to the memories of Annie to keep her alive in my heart. But another part of me knew I had to move on. I had a new mate now, one who deserved my love and attention. Even though Tyla had not accepted me yet, I was ready to do anything
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT JESSICA Point of View I made my way to Jay's room almost immediately after the meeting. I had returned to my room when the meeting ended and waited for everyone to go back to their resting places before sneaking to Jay's room. I knocked softly on the door, my eyes scanning the corridors for any sign of a human. As soon as he opened the door, I slipped inside and closed it behind me. "We need to talk," I demanded, folding my arms around my breast. Jay raised an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything. He just waited for me to continue. "What you did in the meeting room...," I started, trying to choose my words carefully. "You can't do that again. I don't even want it to repeat." Jay's expression changed. His raised curious brow suddenly lowered in a mischievous glint. "You didn't enjoy it?" he asked as he moved closer to me. "Tell me you didn't enjoy it, Jessica, I dare you!" I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. "That's not the point," I said, trying to keep my cool. "T
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE JAY Point of View I groaned inwardly as I heard the knock on the door. I was right in the middle of this already with Jessica, and I didn't want to stop. I was already hard. I just wanted to go down with her, and devour her like never before. This was just the wrongest time to have anyone knocking at my door. I wished that I didn't have to answer the door. Maybe I should just leave whoever was outside the door to keep knocking forever. But I knew I had to answer the door, especially since the knocking didn't stop after the first knock. I reluctantly got out of bed and made my way to the entrance, hoping that whoever it was would make it quick. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see Sara standing there. She was the daughter of one of the gamma's in the pack, and I hadn't seen her in a while. "What do you want, Sara?" I asked gruffly, trying to hide my frustration. Sara's face scrunched up in a frown, and I could tell she was taken aback by my tone. "Hey, Jay
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