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 FORTY FOUR TYLA Point of View I walked to Jonathan's room, a sense of trepidation building in my chest. I had just received a message from my father, asking me to visit him in his pack. He missed me and wanted to spend time with me. I was eager to take a day or two away from this pack's toxic atmosphere, and this was just the right time and the best opportunity for me. Although I spent very little time at the King's mansion. I knew it was far better than being stuck here with Jonathan. I knocked on Jonathan's door, and he called out for me to enter. I pushed open the door and stepped inside, finding him sitting on his bed, a book open in his lap. "Jonathan, I need to talk to you," I said, trying to sound calm. He looked up at me, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. I wondered why Jonathan was always an angry bed. Well, what I was about to tell him would definitely make him more angry, but I didn't care. "What is it, Tyla?" he asked. I took a deep breath before speaking. "I just
CHAPTER FORTY FIVE TYLA Point of View I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection. I shouldn't care about my kooks because I was only going to see my dad, but I did. Two days after my argument with Jonathan, I realized I couldn't just keep waiting around for him to come to his senses. I needed to see my father, and I couldn't let Jonathan's controlling behaviour hold me back. I didn't tell my father about the argument or that Jonathan had forbidden me from visiting. I also didn't ask him to come over and visit instead. I had been quiet for the past two days, waiting and hoping that Jonathan would finally come back to his senses. But it seemed like he was not even ready to do that. He was going about his normal life, he probably forgot about me already. I got up really early, and snuck out of the house, and made my way to the palace. On my arrival, my father's face lit up with excitement. "Tyla!" he exclaimed, opening his arms wide. I rushed into his embrace, feeling sens
CHAPTER FOUTY-SIX Johnathan Point of View I paced my office, my fingers tapping against the desk. The explosion had caused chaos in my pack, but I wasn’t fooled. I knew it wasn’t an accident. Someone had orchestrated it, and I had my suspects—Jessica, Tyla, and Damon. They were the only ones who had a reason to turn against me, the only ones who could have benefited from such destruction. But they wouldn’t know I was onto them. Not yet. I had already set things in motion. My guards were under strict orders to watch them closely, report their every movement. I wanted to know where they went, who they spoke to, and what they were planning. If they thought they could get away with this, they were mistaken. Damon was the key. He had no reason to be here, yet he kept coming back. I knew exactly why. Jessica. The fool was still clinging to her, still trying to act like she needed his protection. I knew better. She wasn’t as helpless as she seemed. If anything, she was the weakest link in
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN TYLA Point of View Upon entering the packhouse I felt myself moving with confidence and my spirits were high along with my clear thinking. The instant I entered the building my face received a sudden burning sensation. The slap did not force me backward but caused a burning sensation. I raised my eyes to see the man who faced me. Jonathan. His expression appeared tight while his eyes showed dark anger as he looked at me. He spoke in a controlled manner while warning me with his words when he said "That's for leaving this house without my permission." My body remained upright as I resisted any movement when confronted by his anger. I held my cheek steady and revealed no weakness after he slapped me. He faced my unwavering stare with no change in my expression and regular breathing. Then, without thinking, I smiled. His expression twisted. The muscles across his face tensed while his jaw became rigid. His predictions included potential defiance or resistance yet he
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT TYLA Point of View A hidden storm threatened to unleash itself as the pack's atmosphere shifted in random ways. The air felt heavy with tension creating a burdensome feeling that sank upon my shoulders during certain periods. The days appeared quiet but it was merely a deceptive calm before a devastating event happened. The pack members' movements and wary looks and quiet conversations stopped when Jonathan passed by. The pack was restless. I was restless. I took great precautions to hide my secret actions from Jonathan while performing these tasks. I risked sending hidden texts to my father during brief moments when I was certain other pack members were not observing me. I kept my letters short yet included all details about Jonathan's increasing dominance and pack members' growing fear combined with Jessica's limitations and Damon's Cornrow territory ban. I needed my father to understand what was taking place yet I remained uncertain about his actual level of i
CHAPTER FORTY -NINE TYLA Point of View After the meeting with the elder, we headed for the packhouse. The moment we stepped inside, there was Jonathan waiting for us. His dark eyes burned with fury, his posture rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and for the first time that night, I felt a flicker of regret. Jessica and I stopped dead in our tracks after few steps past the entrance, our bodies filled with anxiety, waiting for him to speak. "Where were you?" He asked, his voice controlled yet filled with burning rage. Neither of us spoke a word. We couldn't tell him what transpired between Elder Orion and us. His lips curled in irritation. "Don't you dare play games with me, did you go to see Damon?" Jessica and I exchanged a surprised look. We couldn't deny it now. "Yes", we said in unison. His nostrils flared, his chest rising with uneven breath. For a second, I expected him to lash out, to strike one of us like he always does. But he didn't. Instead he let out a col
CHAPTER FIFTY JESSICA Point of View My body felt as heavy as a cumbersome weight because of my extreme fatigue. All the night's activities emptied my energy through my illicit encounter with Damon and Jonathan's anger and the approaching appointment. I needed to calm myself down. I needed a place to relax, a place to escape from the harsh reality. I decided to walk toward the quarters that belonged to Jay since I had obtained his spare key. The door led me into his quarters even though I did not know whether he was present at that moment. I had his spare key. The key had been in my possession for weeks since he specifically instructed me to use it whenever I needed to visit. I stood at the door before taking just one brief pause to enter. The scent in that space belonged to him and carried both masculine notes and a light mixture of leather and pine. The atmosphere in his quarters created a feeling of tranquility for me. But he wasn't there. I delivered a mental message while walkin
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