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 FORTY NARRATOR Sara was suspicious when Jay refused to let her into his room. She was aware that he was not only trying to stop her because he didn't want to see her. It was because he didn't want her to enter his room. She decided to trick him, since she was hell bent on finding out what Jay was hiding. As she burst into Jay's room, her eyes scanned the space with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. The realization that Jay was ready to speak to her in her room and not his room had sparked her curiosity, and she was determined to uncover what Jay was hiding. Sara's gaze swept across the room, taking in every detail. She searched for any sign of what Jay might be concealing but found nothing out of the ordinary. The room was tidy, with no visible signs of disarray or secrecy. As she turned back to face Jay, she noticed that he was still standing by the door, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of wariness and caution. "Jay?" she called out her eyes still facing the door.
CHAPTER FORTY ONE TYLA Point of View I sat up from my bed, my heart racing, and my breath coming in short gasps. I was panting heavily, my chest heaving as I looked around the room. For a moment, I was disoriented, unsure of where I was or what had happened. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized I was in my own bed, surrounded by the familiar walls of my bedroom. But the fear and anxiety still lingered, echoing through my mind like a distant memory. I tried to recall what my nightmare had been about, but my mind was a complete blank. The moment I opened my eyes, the details of the dream seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving me with nothing but a vague sense of unease. I threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding over to the window to look out into the night. The moon was full, casting a silver glow over the landscape. I stood there for a moment, lost in thought, trying to shake off the lingering fear of my nightmare. I was slowly starting to calm my nerves. I hea
CHAPTER FORTY TWO TYLA Point of View The elder's eyes, a deep, piercing brown, locked onto ours as he spoke. "I believe you," he said, his voice low and steady. "I believe your story, and I don't believe Jonathan's lies." My eyes narrowed, my brows squeezing together in scepticism. I crossed my arms, my fingers drumming a slow rhythm on my bicep. "Why should we trust you?" I asked, with a cautious tone. The elder's face creased into a warm smile. "Because I'm willing to help you," he said. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I didn't show up here so early to just talk to you. I came all the way, because I want to help." Jessica's eyes widened, her gaze darting to mine before snapping back to the elder. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The elder's smile grew wider. "I mean that I'll help you uncover the truth, and I'll do everything in my power to bring Jonathan to justice. I can not let Jonathan win this case under my watch. I do not supp
CHAPTER FORTY THREE DAMON Point of View I stood before my pack of rogues, my eyes scanning the crowd as I began to speak. "I've called this emergency meeting to inform you of a stranger's visit," I said, my voice low and serious. A murmur ran through the crowd, a low rumbling sound that grew louder as I continued. "He's requesting something from us, something that I'm not sure we're willing to give." The murmur turned into a chorus of growls and snarls, the rogues exchanging uneasy glances. I raised my hands, calling for silence. "Wait, let me finish," I ordered. "The stranger claims to have information about the strange people who attacked our territory. But he's only willing to share that information if we give him the diamond." One of the rogues, a burly male with a scar above his eye, spoke up. "You can't be serious, Damon," he said, his voice laced with incredulity. "We can't just hand over the diamond like that. It's the heart of our territory, the source of our power." I nodd
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