Serena's POV At this point in time, I find myself silently praying to the moon goddess that the earth would just open up and swallow me so that I don't get to continue to experience what I am going through right now. argghh!!!! This is freaking crazy and I am having a hard time trying to regain my stance as I make my way through the aisle towards that particularly annoying figure, standing at the far end looking a little bit confusing with a sort of expression I can't fathom in his eyes. " Keep your legs steady and try not to fumble if you don't want me to lash out at you in the public right now. " I can hear that sharp commanding tone directly beside me as Dad keeps my arm stiff and wrapped around his, while leading me towards the altar where Damon is presently standing and waiting for me. Just like mom had already stated and described, this is literally the worst wedding any girl can ever dream of encountering in all her entire existence. This is literal hell and because of the
Serena's POV I jerk up on the bed, sharply to the loud sound of the most annoying object I detest with every fabric of my being and the moment I look to my left to see the screaming, bedside alarm beside me, I heave a sigh of relief and shake my head, slumping back against the bed. I close my eyes and rake my fingers through my hair, rubbing my palm against my forehead as I try to ease this light headache I am feeling due to the extent at which I was taken by surprise. Jeez. For the goddess sake, my heart is thumping so fucking fast!! I was startled. I shake my head and slowly open my eyes to look at the ceiling, reminiscing about what I had just experienced. I just had the most frightening dream I can ever imagine in my life. I am praying to the good goddess that it is not true. I'm going to ensure that this stupid dream never comes to reality never even in million years. I had the most terrifying dream that I got married to Damon, my fucking nemesis!!!I slap my palm again
Damon's POV I look at her for a brief minute, trying to organize the thoughts in my head, according to what she just asked me right now. Yeah, I guess I should also ask myself that particular question. But there is actually something different from everything. The funny thing is that I am not pretending. Good goddess knows I am not pretending and the only thing my body is craving for right now is her. Crazy right? As it should be. So fucking crazy.My worst enemy. The very person I swore with my entire being that I was going to detest till the day I joined my ancestors. I have always hated her presence and her kind. Just seeing her breathing usually gets me annoyed. But now, I don't know if I should even take my time to explain what happened because I don't even know how to explain it. I am completely confused. My emotions are in a confused frenzy right now as I continue to look at her, while she gives me that questioning gaze. I guess it has already become so evident to her
Damon's POV From the tone of the voice I am hearing from the phone, I can tell that that is her werewolf friend, Cassidy. And I damn well know her too much. She is a rogue wolf with no intention of ever fitting into any pack so it is no surprise that she is one of serena's friends. I don't know what to say about Luna because she doesn't really have any bizarre attributes to her but the supernaturals at school already know the three of them as the girls with a lot of weirdness. With a jolt, I realized that she has ended the call and she is about stepping back into their apartment. I quickly step back inside and move briskly away from the entrance before she comes in and looks at me with an expression that tells she wasn't expecting my presence. She looks at me for a while and then rolls her eyes before attempting to walk past me towards the staircase that leads to her room.But I stopped her instantly forcing her to come to a halt directly beside me.She turns her head a little t
Damon's POV I watch as she instantly stops directly at the bottom of the staircase and it makes me smile.She hesitates for a little while without moving a single bone in her body before shaking her head and slowly turning around to look at me with annoyance evident in her eyes. I smirk and wink at her and notice her face turn beet red. Her pupils are literally screaming the words 'fuck you' to me and it kind of gets me so hyper excited my internal organs are going crazy. Why the hell am I feeling so erratic and hard because of her actions? Good goddess, this is just so crazy and I feel like I'm going insane. This is strange. I want to feel more of that so I guess I just have to keep pestering and getting her angry in any way I can.She looks like she is about to walk over to me and give me a heavy, dirty, slap. But then at the same time she knows she cannot do that because she might annoy the very one person capable of giving her what she wants right now. I'm not going to argue
Damon's POV I shake my head and dump the plates in the kitchen carelessly before moving around with frustration, cursing and slamming my palm against the wall without realizing that Brian is standing right at the door edge glancing at me and slowly sipping his hot chocolate.“Yeah, you know for someone who is not really feeling attracted to another girl, you really really look bad right now." I quickly turn around to look at him and give him a hard glare. “Can't you just ignore me for at least a few minutes? Must you follow me wherever I go?" " I'm just here to urge you to hurry the fuck up because we have classes in a few minutes and I'm not ready to be delayed by your silly lazy ass or because your dick is craving to fuck a forbidden fruit.”Good goddess. I hate it when he says that. And the fact that he keeps on repeating it is very evident that he is saying it on purpose just to get to me. “For the second time today, shut the fuck up Brian." " But I don't really understand.
Damon's POV I am losing it by the day and I think I am really going mad. “So can you give me one reason why you haven't prepared yet because I remember leaving you exactly 30 minutes ago? Are you really that slow?" Great. Now she is trying to get me infuriated by calling me a slow tortoise. I chuckle and shake my head before looking back at her as I bite against my bottom lip. “That is not going to work, Serena. That is totally not going to work. I can promise you that. I was still dealing with my breakfast and I knew it wasn't a really hard job to get myself prepared. I didn't want to prepare and get down here and begin to wait for you to find myself sweating all over again so yeah, just chill and wait. I'll be back in 3 minutes." She looks at me with a raised eyebrow, giving me a disbelieving look and I chuckle before giving her a smirk. We haven't exactly been too close for a very long time to actually know each other's special abilities so yeah, she has every reason to be d
Serena's POVThe vehicle finally comes to a stop, directly at the entrance of crescent moon high international high School, bringing my thoughts back to the presence as I divert my focus from the window of the car back to Damon who is still relaxed in his seat, trying to prepare his school amenities before we step inside. I continue to look at him with a lot of desperate questions ringing through my mind but I don't have the nerve to ask any since we have not been so close to getting to that certain level of communication. I just feel so confused and my brain is currently having a hard time to process what I witnessed back at the mansion when he used a split second to get himself ready for school. That is literally the most crazy thing I have ever witnessed in my life because... Good goddess I can't describe it. It was like he was standing there with his house wear on and then I closed my eyes and opened it to see him in his school uniform, already set and prepared with his beaut
SERENA'S POVRight now, the only thing consuming my mind is finding a way to evade the relentless presence of Lucian, the ever-watchful vampire bodyguard standing like an immovable force at the entrance of my classroom. Cassidy, Luna, and I have already devised a plan—a desperate attempt at freedom. Whether it will work or not, we don't know. But at this point, we have no choice but to try.Lucian is no fool. He knows we're up to something, and his suspicion lingers in the air like a storm waiting to break. We are well aware that he has likely heightened his senses, making him ten times more perceptive than before. He is watching us, analyzing our every move, waiting for us to slip. But that's fine. Because we are watching him too.Throughout the entire class, I can feel his gaze drilling into me, a constant reminder of the chains wrapped around my freedom. His frustration is palpable, especially since he cannot decipher what we are plotting. Our whispers would have given us away, but
SERENA'S POV*What are you thinking, Serena?*Cassidy and Luna's voices barely register in my mind as I remain trapped in my own thoughts. My bodyguard, Lucian, is an oppressive shadow behind me, his presence suffocating, a constant reminder of the cage my father has placed around me. My stomach churns with frustration, my fingers tightening around the edge of my locker as I glance toward my friends. Lowering my voice to a whisper, I murmur just loud enough for them to hear."I need to find a way to evade him," I breathe, desperation lacing my words. "There has to be some way to slip past him, even for just a few minutes."Before I can even process my next thought, a firm, unrelenting grip clasps around my wrist. My heart lurches as I snap my head up, locking eyes with Lucian's unreadable, piercing gaze."I can hear you," he states flatly, his voice devoid of any amusement. "Enhanced senses. Your whispers might as well be shouts."Damn it. A sharp pang of realization cuts through me.
SERENA'S POVI wake up the next morning with a burning anger simmering beneath my skin. Frustration coils in my chest like a snake, tightening its grip with every breath I take. The events of yesterday replay in my mind on an endless loop—my father's controlling grip on my life, his suffocating rules, his ruthless determination to keep me away from Damon. It all fuels the fire raging inside me, a wildfire of defiance that refuses to be extinguished.Throwing the blankets off me, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, running a shaky hand through my tangled hair. My jaw clenches as I try to will away the sharp sting of helplessness curling in my stomach. I refuse to be powerless. I refuse to let him dictate my life. With renewed determination, I yank open my wardrobe, pull on my uniform in stiff, deliberate movements, and sling my backpack over my shoulder. Every motion feels like an act of rebellion, no matter how small.Downstairs, the house is eerily silent, but the ai
Serena's POVI sink back against my bed, biting down hard on my bottom lip as my mind swirls with endless thoughts. Damon went on that rampage because of me. He did all of that just to protect me. The weight of that realization presses down on me, making it hard to breathe. My mind replays the last thing I remember before everything went dark—the brutal wizard's fists landing blow after blow, the sharp, crushing pain radiating through my body, making me feel like my bones are literally being shattered. Each strike sends shockwaves through me, the agony so intense that I almost convince myself that my body won't be able to withstand it. The memory makes me shudder, but when I shift my body slightly, I realize something shocking—every ounce of pain I felt then has completely disappeared. My injuries, the ones that had left me feeling like I was on the brink of death, are gone.I exhale shakily, trying to process what this means. Maybe my vampire abilities have healed me while I was unco
Damon's POVI slam the door shut behind me, the echo ringing through the empty apartment. Our apartment. The one Serena and I are supposed to share, the place where we are meant to live our lives together. Now, it feels like a hollow shell, mocking me with its silence. The air is thick with the weight of everything that has happened, and I feel like I'm suffocating in it.Frustration boils in my veins as I pace back and forth, fists clenching and unclenching. My mind replays the scene over and over again—Serena struggling against her father, the desperation in her eyes, the way she called out to me before he dragged her away. The helplessness I felt in that moment is unbearable. I should've done more. I should've fought harder. But what was I supposed to do? Start a war right there in the middle of the road? Risk losing her forever if things escalated beyond control?With a deep breath, I force myself to sit on the couch, leaning my head back. I need to calm down. I need to think. The
Serena's POVMy throat is raw from shouting, but I refuse to stop. "Let me go!" I scream, struggling against my father's unyielding grip. My body burns with frustration, muscles aching from the effort of trying to free myself. I wish—just for a second—that I had the strength to land a solid punch right on his arrogant face, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he's causing me."Enough, Serena! We're going home," he commands, his voice cold and unwavering, like steel hardened by centuries of power. "This ridiculous infatuation ends tonight.""Infatuation?" I spit the word back at him. "You have no idea what this is. We have a deeper connection than anything you could understand."I whip my head around, my desperate gaze finding Damon. He slowly rises from where he had fallen on the road, dusting himself off with deliberate slowness, eyes locked onto mine with a tortured expression. He wants to come to me, I know he does. Just like I want to run into his arms and never let go. T
Damon's POVI remain motionless in my spot, every muscle in my body coiled tight, as I watch the tense confrontation unfold between Serena's parents. The night air is thick with unspoken threats and bitter resentment. The moon casts a pale, ghostly glow over the clearing, illuminating the raw emotions on their faces.Frederick's grip on Serena is unwavering, his stance rigid with determination, his fingers digging into her arm as if to physically restrain not just her body but her will. His imposing figure, clad in his signature dark robe, radiates dominance—an undeniable force, one that has controlled and dictated her life for too long."Let me go!" Serena's voice rings through the clearing, filled with desperation and fury. She struggles against his hold, her movements frantic, like a caged bird fighting against steel bars. "You have no right to keep me away from him!"Frederick's face hardens, his expression carved from stone. "No daughter of mine will ever be involved with a bruta
I smile at her as I wave my hands quickly, trying to dismiss her apology."Hey, it's okay, ma'am. It's fine. I totally get it. I understand," I reply and look down at the ground.She chuckles and squats before me again, observing me intensely."You might not know this, but I have actually been watching you guys for a very long while," she says, and I snap my gaze back to look at her as she grins at me."I know how much you love and care about my daughter. That's the main reason why I am totally not against all of this, but well, I guess it is something we can talk about later while we handle this severe situation right now. Do you have any specific reason as to why the witches and wizards attacked and went for her? Did they say anything or give off any hint that revealed why they wanted her?"I scratch my fingers against my forehead and look around me. "Oh yeah, they did. They kept mentioning things like she was a threat to the world, and she is not what we think she is, and she's som
I stop briskly and instantly the moment I hear that deep terrifying voice that sounds quite familiar, and it makes my heart race instantly in my chest as I look around me with wide eyes.It isn't the voice that actually frightens me; what actually frightens me the most is the fact that the voice actually says the person I am carrying is his daughter.*Oh my good goddess, what the living fuck,* I think to myself as I blink rapidly before glancing at Serena's body in my arms, thinking of a quick way I can escape this terrifying situation.If this is really her father—the Vampire Lord of the vampire clan—standing behind me telling me this, then I am absolutely fucking screwed. What the hell am I supposed to explain to him about me carrying his daughter presently with the way the entire scenario is right now?I am a freaking werewolf, a member of the most dangerous and brutal and vicious pack in the supernatural world. Werewolves are known to be merciless, to be quick to kill without thin