CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE TYLA Point of View I lay on the cold, damp floor of my cell, my body wracked with a constant fever. The heat in the dungeon was oppressive, making it hard for me to breathe. The whole environment of the prison did not sit well with me. Not even a bit. I had been here with no end in sight. I soon started to hear some news. Jonathan had awakened from his coma after what seemed like forever. A spark of hope ignited within me. Maybe I would finally be out of here sooner than I thought. All of that hope didn’t stay with me for long. Yes, the hope was short lived. The next day, I heard the guards talking about Jonathan again. They were talking about the fact that he had lost his memory. I let out a groan. That was not even goodnews. I was not sure what this meant for me. The only way to know was to speak with Jay and find out what was happening or what my faith would be. I called out to the guard, my voice weak but determined. The guard came to the door. He stood the
CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR DAMON Point of View I managed to pin Jay against the wall, my arms pressed against his chest. His hard breathing collided with my skin, his heart pounding in his chest. But before I could say anything, the guards moved in, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of anger and warning. They grew their fangs and their claw, snarling and growling as they approached me. The rogues I had hidden nearby, however, sprang into action. They emerged from their hiding places, their eyes fixed on the guards, and their movements fluid and menacing. The atmosphere was electric with tension, and it seemed like a spark could set off a full-blown battle. But then Jay raised his hands, his palms facing outward, and his eyes locked on the guards and the rogues. "Everyone, stay back!" he shouted, his voice firm and authoritative. "No one intervenes. This is between Damon and me." The guards hesitated, their eyes flicking to Jay and then back to me. The rogues, too, seemed uncertain, th
CHAPTER Seventy FIVE DAMON Point of View The sun beat down on the training grounds, casting a golden glow over the sprawling complex. But my mood was far from sunny. For the second day in a row, I found myself walking away from my training session. My mind was preoccupied with the mystery surrounding Jonathan and he couldn't focus on the battle strategies and combat techniques being drilled into him. The day before, I had stormed off the training grounds after a heated argument with the instructor. Today, I simply couldn't muster the enthusiasm to participate. As I walked away from the training grounds, I tried to connect with Jessica's mind link again. I focused my thoughts, reaching out to her with my mind. "Jessica, can you hear me?" I thought, my mental voice loud and clear. But there was only silence. No response, no acknowledgement. It was as if Jessica was deliberately blocking me out. My frustration kept growing by every passing second. Why was Jessica ignoring me? Why was s
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX DAMON Point of View For weeks, I waited for Tyla to call or come visit—anything to confirm that she was still alive. I hoped to hear her gentle voice on the phone or see her name on my screen when I woke up each day, but I never did. I initially reasoned that she might simply be busy or recuperating from the commotion. However, as the days stretched into weeks, a sinister suspicion began to grow in my chest: something was amiss. In my room's gloomy light, I sat by myself and relived every talk we had ever had. I recalled our mutual pledges, the warmth of her touch, and the way her eyes would light up when she smiled. The silence from her now was a crushing weight I couldn’t ignore. I knew that if she wasn’t reaching out, it wasn’t because she didn’t care—it was because something terrible had happened. I started to consider my options because, although I had always had complete faith in Tyla, I couldn't bear the idea that anything had happened to her, especially a
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN JAY Point of View I felt the weight of the Cornrow Pack pressing down on me. It felt like an uphill battle every day, and the more I attempted to exert control, the more things slipped out of my grip. Handling the pack had always been a problem, but now, with Jonathan barely able to function as Alpha, it was darn near impossible. Jonathan has been having trouble recalling bits and pieces of his life ever since his attack. His authority was undermined and his mind was disjointed. Despite being on the throne, he was not in charge. This meant that I was responsible for keeping things together. I ought to have been able to control myself. For years, I had stood by Jonathan's side, helping him make tough choices, deal with emergencies, and discipline the pack. But this time, something was different. Something was missing. Jessica. She had vanished without a trace, and no one knew why or how. Jonathan's expression twisted in uncertainty each time I tried to bring up
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT DAMON Point of View I crouched behind a stack of crates, my eyes scanning the Cornrow Pack’s courtyard. It had been two days since I snuck into enemy territory, two days of waiting, watching, and planning. The pack was in disarray. I could see it in the way the guards spoke in hushed tones. But none of that mattered compared to what I had just learned. Jonathan, was ill. His grip on power was slipping, and the cracks in his leadership were becoming more visible by the hour. The pack was teetering on the brink of collapse. But the biggest shock came when I discovered that Tyla was being held in the pack’s dungeon. Anger boiled within me when I heard the whispers. Tyla. Locked away like a criminal. I had spent weeks waiting, hoping to hear from her. I had told myself she was just busy, that she was figuring things out, but deep down, I had known something was wrong. And now, the truth was staring me in the face. She had been imprisoned, hidden away in the darknes
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE TYLA Point of View Orion had always been my lifeline, my only connection to the outside world. Every day, he'd bring me food and small comforts - a bowl of soup, a crust of bread, even just a handful of berries. It was his way of reminding me that I wasn't forgotten. But one day, without warning, he stopped coming. At first, I thought maybe he was busy or something had gone wrong. But as the hours turned into days, I started to worry. Was he okay? Had something happened to him? The pack's troubles had been getting worse, and I knew Orion was taking a huge risk by visiting me. I found myself alone in my cell, the cold, damp stone walls closing in around me. The air was stale, and the only sound was the creaking of the old building. I was starving, my belly aching with a hunger that had become unbearable. Each passing day left me weaker, my body wasting away as hope began to slip from my grasp. I sat on the cold floor, clutching a thin blanket around my shivering
CHAPTER EIGHTY JAY Point of View The only source of light in the poorly lit room was the flickering candle on my bedside table. I had been sleeping because the strain of managing the load was hurting my body. Since Jonathan began to lose himself, I've been responsible for everything. I had hardly eaten or slept at all. And this now. A sharp knock on my door jolted me awake. I sat up immediately, my instincts kicking in. “What?” I barked, my voice rough from exhaustion. One of the dungeon soldiers rushed inside, his face pale. “Beta, we have a problem.” I was on my feet in an instant. “What kind of problem?” “The dungeon… Tyla… she’s gone. Damon took her.” For a moment, my brain refused to process what I had just heard. Damon. That bastard had actually come into my pack and taken her right from under my nose. A deep growl rumbled in my chest, rage pumping through my veins like wildfire. “Where are they now?” I demanded. “They’re trying to escape. Damon and Jason are fighting off our
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