Damon's POV LATER THAT NIGHT... I swerve the vehicle through the night on the road, speeding through and glancing at intervals at the dashboard to check the time to ensure that we are not late." Yo man, the way you handled that Serena girl was wild. I mean, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it throughout the day. You were harsh, man. I mean, you couldn't even cut the little girl some slack." Brian, one of my friends in the passenger seat beside me, says out loud, and this forces me to chuckle as I glance at the side view mirror of the car, trying to figure out if there are any cops nearby."Bro didn't even consider that she was a person with a soul and could easily get hurt. I felt the blast of the insult you rained upon her, man; it was epic." Ryan, another of my friends speaks up from the backseat, but all I just do is chuckle as I brush my fingers against my chin, still moving my hand through the steering wheel on the road. I am trying to keep my focus intact and not a
Serena's POVOh, bless me, moon goddess. I have never felt so high and elevated in my life before. Everywhere feels so light-weighted. It feels as though the clouds have surrounded me. In fact. I feel like I am elevating. I can't feel the ground on my feet anymore. I am jumping crazily and screaming my lungs out, allowing the beat of the music to get deep into my senses, moving my body to its own volition without control. I place my hand on my waist and begin to twist crazily, allowing my hair to fall roughly all over my face. I am not in control of myself right now. Oh goodness me, Cassidy was right. I needed this. This alcohol is the strongest thing I have ever tasted in my life. Why hadn't I been constrained enough to think of this whenever I needed to vent off? I feel so happy. I can't even begin to describe it. I feel like all the burdens in my life have been lifted. I feel so free and alive in ways I have never felt before. Hell no. I don't think this is the last time I'm
Damon's POV "oh yes please take me. Please take me I beg you." My beast is growling. Her voice is echoing extremely loud in my ears I am slowly losing control of myself. I shake my head and clench my fists tight against the bedspread.What the hell am I doing? This is my fucking enemy we are talking about. I'm supposed to be giving a punch. I'm supposed to be stabbing her straight in the heart and committing the act that should have been done right from the day she was born, but goddess, I can't stop myself. I can't help it. Her voice. It's so smooth and so silk and so soft it is evaporating my senses and making me not think rightly the way I should. I find myself gazing at her magnificent perfectly white silk pale skin. I have already managed to take off her shirt and her bra and looking at those enticing tits of hers is making my wolf scream with all the desire in my body. This cannot be possible. How the hell can she be my mate? I find myself growling as I bury my face in ben
Serena's POVThat very sharp, familiar cracking sound of my ringing tone, which is the voice of a cock crowing in the morning, forces me to jerk off the bed with sleepy eyes, my surroundings still blurry, and I frown slightly when a sharp pain hits me in the skull, forcing me to wince. I place my palm against my forehead and sigh, trying to ease the sharp pain a little bit before turning around on the bed and sitting up. I cover my face with my palms for a little while, trying to regain my senses. "Oh my god, what the hell happened?" I mutter calmly to myself, the pain still hitting hard against my head. Is this some sort of migraine or what? I think to myself, but that ringing tone is still persistent, somewhere close by behind me, and this forces me to open my eyes for a little while. My surroundings are a little bit unfamiliar, and this makes me blink my eyelids rapidly. Where the hell am I? I think to myself, but I turn my head towards where my phone is and I pick it up imme
Serena's POVI am ignorant of all the looks surrounding me as I grip the handle of my backpack, walking through the hallway towards my target.I don't know why, but for some strange reason, I'm having this strong feeling that everyone seems to be scrutinizing me and gossiping about me right now.It can't be ignored and I can feel it all around me. Every eye is on me. Some of them are giving me looks of chastisement, some are giving me looks of disgust, and some are scrunching up their faces as if I must be the most irritating living being on earth, both human beings and supernatural beings alike. It makes me frown with confusion, but I struggle to keep that thought out of my mind.Whispers are endless all around me and it makes me clench my fists. It is not like it is the first time I am receiving such sort of attention from everyone. But why does it feel so much worse right now? As if something is on my face that is creating another sort of gossip for them.I, however, shake the thou
Serena's POV"This is preposterous. Unacceptable. I don't understand how everything got to this. What the hell were you doing that you couldn't caution your child to maintain her lane and not place her sights in the places she can't reach? What exactly were you doing?!!!" Elder Mobius of the werewolf clan, Damon's dad, is thundering in the Blackthorn mansion, where I remain seated, gazing at the ground with extreme fear in my senses.I am surrounded by our parents, Damon and I, and it is increasing my fear all the more because dad is currently situated in a section of the large expansive sitting room with his legs crossed, relaxed back against the sofa, piercing me with that frightening gaze that tells me that a series of endless punishments are my portion by the time this discussion is over.He looks impatient as he continues to tap his foot on the floor relentlessly, increasing the fear in my body."This is one of the biggest abominations I've ever heard in my entire life in the sup
Damon's POV I won't lie to you. I don't know what everyone is thinking about me right now. I don't know if they can see my expression and tell me what I am thinking deeply. But I am concerned about one thing. I am freaking frightened. I am not frightened because of the ongoing scandal between me and Serena. I am not scared about what I did with her. Goddess knows why I am not even feeling any amount of regret about it. If nothing I am feeling instead a very powerful urge and craving deep down within me to just be with her in any way I can.It's crazy and it feels abnormal. But it's how it is for some strange reason. Looking at her sitting beside me with that majestic, smooth, beautiful, pale face of hers, flashing me those stunning crystal-like irises is giving me some sort of calmness I never expected to feel whenever I'm standing right in front of the man before me known to be my father.I know I am in deep trouble. I know I have messed things up. I can tell that my mom is a
Damon's POVI am left at a stagnant spot on the chair as I look up at the lady speaking harshly towards the man who is supposed to be my father with all the boldness and confidence that I have never seen in my life.I know I have admitted that she looks extremely pretty revealing a little bit of her vampire side, that particular trait that her father has possessed all these years but seeing her talk this way is stirring up some strange and annoyed feelings deep down within me that make me clench my fist tight as I continue to look at her feeling my wolf threatening to bust out soon in a few minutes.I don't know how I stand up and take hold of her shoulder, swinging her around to face me as I glare hard at her, pointing at her with a warning tone."First of all, you should mind the way you talk to my father, and second of all, mind the way you talk about me. I am not your mate.""You aren't. You are the most disgusting piece of trash I have ever seen in my life and the most infuriatin
Chapter 110: Rebellion and the GatheringSERENA’S POVThe moment I start acting like the word rebellion, both Cassidy and Luna freeze. It’s almost comedic how their jaws drop in perfect sync. Luna blinks like she can’t see me properly, and Cassidy’s eyebrows shoot so high I think they might vanish into her hairline.“You want to rebel against your dad?” Cassidy gapes, eyes wide in mock horror. “Serena, are we absolutely sure you’re not possessed?”I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. “I’m serious. I can’t take this anymore. He’s crossed every imaginable line.”Cassidy grins and leans in. “Easy there, girl. I envy you, though. Getting to experience this whole mate bond thing. I’ve read about that feeling so many times in those supernatural historical roma
Chapter 109: Dealing With The Most Infuriating Man On EarthSERENA’S POVThe ride back home is quiet—eerily quiet. Not even Cassidy’s usual sarcastic jabs nor Luna’s soft humming can cut through the tension pulsing through the vehicle. My fingers grip the edge of the seat, knuckles turning white, as I stare blankly out the window. Lucian sits in the front, as still and composed as a statue, his aura unreadable as always. My heart pounds in my chest like a war drum. I don’t even know if it’s fear, guilt, or pure rage and longing coursing through me. Maybe it’s all three—merging and exploding within me like a storm I can’t control.The car slows as we approach the apartment building. A thick silence blankets us as we step out into the cool night air. The streetlights flicker overhead, casting golden glows that don’t feel comforting—just cold. I take one step
SERENA'S POVThere’s nothing I can do now. Not against Lucian. My father’s most trusted vampire bodyguard stands tall, stone-faced, unwavering. He’s as immovable as a mountain, determined to carry out his orders. And when my father commands something, there’s no room for negotiation. Right now, he wants me home. Immediately.But all I can think about is Damon. The feel of his arms around me. The way he holds me like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this world. I want to stay wrapped up in him, to let his warmth erase everything else. I want to hold him close and never, ever let go. But I already know that’s not going to happen. Not tonight. Not with my father pulling the strings.Lucian calls for another vehicle, his voice as cold as the air outside. Within minutes, a sleek black five-seater sedan glides to the curb, almost silently. Its windows ar
SERENA’S POV"Serena! Serena, look at me—hey—stay with me!"Damon’s voice. Smooth, commanding, but laced with panic. I hear it cutting through the chaos in my mind like a lifeline in a storm. It echoes inside me, pulling me out of that suffocating dark place. I blink. Once. Twice. My lungs seize, then release violently as I double over, coughing hard, desperate to catch a single clean breath.I’m back. In the hallway. My locker is cold against my back, its metal biting through my jacket. Damon grips my shoulders firmly, grounding me. His eyes dart around, sharp and alert, scanning every shadow, every corner. Always calculating, always aware."Serena, what the hell just happened?" Cassidy’s voice slices through the thick air like a blade. She crouches beside me, her brows drawn tight with worry, her hand hovering over my arm like she&rsqu
SERENA'S POVSchool activities have settled back into their usual rhythm, and everything seems normal again—at least on the surface. As the day crawls to an end, exhaustion weighs heavily on me. My mind is completely drained from the relentless workload, the never-ending assignments, and the overwhelming pressure of studying. Each subject feels like an uphill battle, and my brain screams for a break.To make matters worse, Lucian continues to hover around me like an unshakable shadow, never straying more than a few steps away. His sharp, piercing gaze never falters, scrutinizing my every move as if I might flee at any moment. The way everyone looks at me—as if I'm some fragile pet under my father's watchful eye—is beyond frustrating.I feel suffocated, trapped in this invisible cage of so-called protection that I never asked for. I can't keep living like this. For the third t
SERENA'S POVOh, good goddess, we are definitely screwed this time. My heart pounds relentlessly in my chest, each beat hammering against my ribs like a desperate warning as I watch Lucian storm toward us, undisguised fury radiating off him in palpable waves. His chiseled features contort into an expression that is an alarming mixture of righteous rage and unyielding duty, his knuckles turning white as his grip on his sleek black phone tightens. He is clearly preparing to make the fateful call that will inevitably seal my doom. My father will hear about this transgression—this blatant defiance of his explicit orders—and I cannot even begin to imagine the volcanic eruption that will follow. A cold shiver races down my spine as countless possible scenarios flash through my mind. I know one thing for absolute certain—he is not going to take this betrayal lightly, not after everything he has sacrificed to keep our family
DAMON'S POVThe library is quiet and still with no soul in sight, the tall wooden shelves standing like ancient sentinels among the dust motes that dance lazily in the beams of afternoon sunlight filtering through the high windows. Serena clings to me tightly, her breathing still uneven and shallow, her slender body trembling slightly against mine, radiating waves of fear that I can almost taste in the air between us. I can still hear Isabella's venomous threats echoing in my mind, her unbridled rage vibrating through the air like the aftershocks of an earthquake even though she is no longer physically present. And judging by the way Serena's grip on my arm tightens with painful intensity, her fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indentations in my skin, she can hear those threatening echoes too.She looks up at me, her normally bright blue eyes now clouded with worry and uncertainty, resembling a stormy sea rather
DAMON'S POVThe evening garden feels increasingly suffocating under Isabella's seething presence. The ornamental trees and flowering bushes that should provide comfort now seem to close in around us like a verdant prison. Her threats echo through the carefully manicured landscape, venom lacing every carefully articulated word, each syllable dripping with malicious intent. I hold Serena close to my side, her warmth against me the only reassurance in this nightmare, my mind racing through our dwindling options like leaves scattered in an autumn storm. None of the possibilities that present themselves are ideal or even remotely promising. Fighting Isabella outright is dangerous—perhaps suicidal given her growing powers—and running blindly through unfamiliar territory could lead us straight into another meticulously planned trap."We need to get out of here," I murmur against her hair, my grip tightening protectively on Serena's slender hand, feeling the delicate bones beneath her soft s
Isabella sits motionless in her classroom, her fingers drumming lightly against the polished surface of her desk, her expression a mask of simmering rage. Around her, the school buzzes with the aftermath of the earlier chaos—the fire alarm has sent students into a frenzy, but now the initial excitement is fading. None of it matters to Isabella. The world outside her seething thoughts is insignificant. Her mind is fixated on a singular purpose: revenge.She replays the events of yesterday, the sting of betrayal carving deeper into her heart with each recollection. Damon had dared to strike her—to slap her—over that wretched half-breed. The memory of it is a scorching brand against her pride. Her blood burns with indignation, her magic simmering just beneath the surface, aching for release. Serena will pay for this. For all of it.As her anger churns, her power responds instinctively. The pen on her desk lifts into the air, spinning slowly at first before picking up speed, a silent exte