CHAPTER FIFTY SIX DAMON Point of View After I punched the guard, it was like a dam had burst. The other guards around me sprang into action, their fists flying towards me like a hail of punches. I raised my arms to defend myself, but there were too many of them. I took a few hits, my jaw and stomach absorbing the blows. But I refused to back down. With a fierce cry, I launched myself at the guards, my fists swinging wildly. The fight was intense, with punches flying back and forth like a deadly dance. I took down one guard with a swift kick to the stomach, while another guard landed a solid punch to my jaw. But I shook it off and kept fighting. For what felt like an eternity, the fight raged on. But slowly, I began to gain the upper hand. One by one, the guards fell to the ground, defeated. Finally, I stood victorious, my chest heaving with exhaustion. But before I could even catch my breath, I heard a voice behind me. "Damon, what are you doing here?" Jonathan's cold and menacing v
CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN JONATHAN Point of View I slammed the door to my room shut, feeling like I was about to explode. What had just happened? The elders had just walked out on me angrily after questioning my leadership. I was more angry than I was guilty for keeping the elders out there, waiting for eternity. I paced back and forth across my room, my mind racing with anger and confusion. How did I even let this happen? I groaned out in frustration as I grew my claws angrily. I folded my fist and tightened them. I was trying so hard to control my growing anger. I stopped pacing and grabbed my phone, dialling the number of one of the elders, Marcus. He was one of the few people I considered a friend, and I needed his help right now. I knew he was the only one who would listen to me right now. I was desperate to have that meeting with the elders, and I was ready to do anything to fix the meeting with them once again. The phone rang a few times before Marcus picked up. "Jonathan, what's w
CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT TYLA Point of View I hadn't seen Jessica since the precious night. We were supposed to meet that night so that we would review a novel together, but she never showed up. I slept off without checking why because I was really exhausted. I walked through the park, exchanging greetings with the other members. I made my way to the training ground, hoping to meet Jessica there. I was about five minutes late for training, and Jessica was the early bed, so it was expected that she would already be there. I had plans to tease her and ask if she was beefing me. But when I got there, Jessica was nowhere to be found. At first, I thought she might be running late this time, but as the morning wore on, I began to feel a growing sense of unease. I tried to focus on my training, but my eyes kept scanning the grounds, searching for Jessica's familiar smile. I punched the air continuously, my breath becoming harder after every passing second. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I
CHAPTER FIFTY NINE TYLA Point of View I stared at my phone, my mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming meeting. Elder Orion's call had caught me off guard, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. "A new date has been fixed for the meeting," he had said, his voice firm but hinting at a underlying tension. "Be prepared, Tyla. Be prepared because everyone need to have their side plans, especially since you'll only find out the rest during the meeting." I was confused. What did he mean by we would only find out the rest during the meeting? Was he hinting at something or what? I had tried to ask him what he meant, but he had hung up before I could get any answers. Now, as the day drew to a close, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of restlessness. I hadn't seen or heard from Jessica all day, and it was getting scary. I paced back and forth in my room, my eyes scanning the space as if hoping to find some clue as to Jessica's whereabouts. But there was nothing. I stopped pa
CHAPTER SIXTY DAMON Point of View Bang bang! The knock on my window interrupted my peaceful sleep. I groggily opened my eyes to find my room bathed in darkness. I had been sleeping soundly, exhausted from the day's events. But then, I heard knock on the window that I could not ignore. I just wished I could pretend I didn't hear it, and continue to sleep, but I could not. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and rushed to the window, pushing it open to reveal Tyla standing outside. The moon cast an eerie glow on her face, and I could see the worry etched on her features. "Go to the door," I told her, already turning to head to the entrance. I quickly made my way to the door and opened it, letting Tyla in. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice low. "And why did you come to my territory at this time of night? You could have gotten hurt." Tyla sighed deeply, her eyes scanning the room before settling on mine. "That's not why I'm here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I rai
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE JONATHAN Point of View My eyes narrowed while listening to Ryder reveal his confession. The revelation that my trusted pack member had been spying on the oak wood pack completely shocked me. Ryder kept his gaze focused on the ground while shame painted his expression. "Ryder, please if this is a joke, you have to stop it. I'm not in the mood for jokes". I snorted "Alpha, have I ever joked about something serious like this?". I'm telling the truth- he replied. Since I've known Ryder, he always told the truth, and right now, he seemed like he was...... "Ryder, how could you?" I said, my voice shaky and laced with disappointment. He looked up, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Jonathan. I was blinded by my loyalty to Damon. I didn't mean to hurt anyone." My anger simmered, but i knew Ryder was telling the truth. He had always been a loyal and competent member of my pack. And I know he wouldn't do it purposely to put the pack in trouble Or would he? For a secon
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO DAMON Point of View Standing outside the pack's safehouse I felt the tang of disappointment that Tyla had left with the door shutting behind her. I made the foolish mistake of advancing toward a kiss but it turned out to be a terrible error in judgment. The doorâs closure left me feeling defeated as I watched it disappear in front of me. I wondered if she could ever grant me forgiveness. At that moment my phone started emitting a buzz. It was a text from her. I carefully opened the text message while my hands shook until I finally saw her short wording: âHow did you get my number?â I couldnât believe it. My feelings of shock and embarrassment collided while I hurried to make a call back to her. She answered. "Uhmmm, hello Tyla". I said, trying to steady my voice. "How did you get my number?" She asked "But you were the one who sent me a message, so I should be asking you". Anyways, I'm sorry for what happened today. Forgive me please. I pleaded. Our remaining discu
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE TYLA Point of View I had been trying to reach Damon for hours. Every time I dialed his number, my heart pounded a little harder, only to be met with silence or a cut âIâm busy.â I knew he was still recovering from his injuries, but the complete lack of response filled me with anxiety. I paced the floor of my room, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The cool night air outside only reminded me of how trapped I felt inside the pack house. I kept thinking about Jessica. She was generally so vivacious, always prepared with a grin, a kind word, or a gentle giggle, even in the worst situations, as I recalled from my final encounter with her. However, I couldn't get rid of the impression that something was seriously amiss tonight. When I had walked by her room earlier in the day, I had seen that the door was securely shut. Nothing, not even the slightest hint of movement, could be heard when I pushed my ear on it. She appeared to have been imprisoned. I first knocked lig
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 â 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