Chapter Eighty One – Cara's Plan(Cara's POV)I was sitting in my room, staring at the wall, my mind elsewhere.Sophia.The taste of her name was bitter on my tongue.That woman had everything handed to her on a silver platter. The respect, the love, the adoration of the pack. And now. now she would get Damon as well.I clenched my fists.No.I wouldn't let her.Damon was dominant, strong, and powerful—the kind of man who required a woman equal to himself, not some little whiny person who made a fuss over her emotions.If anyone was going to stand at his side, it would be me.Not her.My lips spread into a slow smile.If Sophia wished to be his partner, I'd make her live to regret it.Damon was a man. And men had vulnerabilities.It wouldn't take much to distract him.If he needed someone in his bed, it should be me. If he needed someone to run beside him as his equal, it should be me.I stood up, smoothing my dress, already thinking about how this would go down.I knew just what to d
Chapter 82: Her Regret(Damon's POV)The moment the door groaned open, my head snapped toward it, my brows knitting as I saw her standing there—Cara.I hadn't expected her to show up here. Not after all of this. Not after I had made it so clear that I had picked Sophia.But there she was, standing in my doorway, eyes dark and inscrutable, lips twisted into a small, knowing smile. A dangerous smile.I stood up, pushing away from my desk where I had sat with my mind off in space. "What are you doing here?" My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn't care.Cara took a slow step forward, her hips angling ever so slightly, her eyes locked on mine. There was something unnerving about the way she walked—like an animal stalking its victim."I came to see you," she said simply, her tone as smooth as honey.I clamped my jaw. "You shouldn't have come here, Cara. You know why."She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head and smiling. "Why? Because of Sophia?"My heart ached to hear Sophia's
Chapter Eighty-One: A Dangerous Game Cara's POV The air was heavy with heat and the scent of sweat. My body still vibrated, my skin warm from Damon's touch. I lay next to him, feeling his heartbeat return to normal as he stared at the ceiling. He had been silent for some time now, and I knew why. He was thinking about Sophia. That name made my stomach curl with anger. I hated her. I resented how she had Damon's heart, how he looked at her with so much love and adoration. But tonight, I changed that. Tonight, Damon was mine. I rolled onto my side, resting my head on my hand as I looked at him. His jaw was clenched, his lips folded into a thin line. I could see the guilt fighting inside of him. Too bad for him—I wasn't going to let him regret this. I leaned in and traced my fingers over his chest, my caress soft, taunting. "Promise me something, Damon," I breathed low. His gaze snapped to mine, dark and unfathomable. "What?" I smiled sweetly. "On the day of the mating ceremony,
Chapter Eighty Four : The Taste Of Victory (Cara's POV)I sat beside the large window in my room, looking out at the Sophia. The night was charged with happiness, the celebratory cheer already present in the air.I smiled to myself, quietly.How ridiculous she was.Sophia had truly believed she would be Luna, his own. She had been switching dresses, trying on the one that would be perfect for her, having her gown altered while she dreamed about the moment when Damon would exclaim her name.She knew nothing.Damon had pledged to me.It didn't matter that everyone in the whole pack was convinced Sophia was his mate. It didn't matter that everyone was there for her.When the moment came, Damon would use my name instead.And I would proceed smiling on my lips, watching Sophia's universe disintegrate.I could already picture the look on her face—the confusion, the shock, the pain of humiliation.Would she weep? Would she try to protest?Not that it would ever matter.After Damon had made
Chapter Eighty Five: The Calm (Cara's POV)The dim light of a candle cast long shadows on the walls of my room. I brushed my hair in front of my mirror, my lips curved into a slow smile. It was mating ceremony night.A night Sophia believed was hers.How naive.I grasped for a silver chain, tracing the delicate string with my fingers. It was little, but it would have to do. My gown, the one I would wear when Damon said my name and not hers, folded neatly on my bed. It was nowhere as fancy as Sophia's—no one expected that I would need one. But I had arranged things for myself, quietly, in the darkness.Sophia had spent days selecting her dress, staring into the mirror, dreaming about tonight.She actually believed she'd be Luna.But I was aware of better.I softly hummed, getting up and running my hands over my dress. Just as I was going to sit back down, the door to my room exploded open suddenly.Vanessa.I rolled my eyes the moment I set eyes on her. She was boisterous, self-center
Chapter Eighty-Six: Left Behind(Cara's POV)It was near electric. The music was blaring with the beat of footsteps and the laughter of people as Sophia, Liam, and Vanessa finished their last touches to walk away. They were perfection-perfect-looking—wearing expensive fabrics, hair neatly styled, dressed to stroll in to the wedding as if they did not care that the world was in their debt.I stood by the door, twiddling with the humble dress I had been able to prepare. It was less elegant than Sophia's or Vanessa's, but it was neat. I didn't anticipate overshadowing them—I just wanted to be there.Deep within me, I believed that I would get to go. That even though I wasn't one of them, that even though I wasn't Luna's favorite, that somehow I would still get this chance.I was wrong."You're not going."Luna's voice was cutting, unrelenting, leaving no space for argument.For a moment, I believed I had misheard. I glanced around at her, my heart skipping a beat."What?" My voice was so
Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Promise(Cara’s POV)The air buzzed with excitement, and my heart raced in my chest. Tonight was the night—the night Damon would finally choose me, the night everything would fall into place.I stood in the middle of the grand hall, my fingers twisting nervously in front of me. Wolves moved around, making last-minute preparations, their voices blending into a steady hum. My dress, though not as extravagant as Sophia’s, was perfect to me. I had spent so much time preparing for this moment, making sure everything was just right.But none of that mattered now.I needed to see Damon.I bit my lip, my eyes scanning the room for him. He had promised me. He had told me that no matter what happened, I would be the one he chose. I believed him—of course, I did. But I needed to hear it one more time. I needed to see him, to feel him, to know that nothing had changed.I turned my head and spotted Lucas standing near the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest. He was
Chapter Eighty-Eight: Waiting (Cara's POV)The corridor was full of people, but I waited alone. My heart beat fast, my hands were cold, and my stomach was tight with nervousness.This was it.The evening Damon would come and get me.I had waited that long. I had dreamt of this. Imagined it, how it would come about. I understood there were impediments—Sophia, the elders, expectations of the pack—but that all didn't count.For he vowed it to me.Damon had told me that I was the one. He had told me that no matter what would come, he would never release me. I held on to those words as if they were the only thing that could make me breathe.So why was I so scared?I swallowed hard, taking it in. The great hall was festively dressed, with red and silver banners hanging overhead, and golden candlelight shining off of the gleaming floors. Wolves made quiet excited exchanges back and forth, the excitement apparent in their gentle spoken words.I tried to stay calm. I didn't need to go crazy.
Chapter 105: Cara's POV – The Unexpected SightI had been pacing around the packhouse, trying to cool my head. It had been days since I'd spoken with Damon. Ever since the evening he'd betrayed me, I couldn't seem to handle him. And now, even Sophia, she wasn't even staring at me in the same way anymore. There was tension among us all.But that was something to worry about another time. There was something that worried me much more. I had to keep Damon away from Sophia. I had to tear them apart, destroy what was between them. That was my plan. That was my plan since the first time I'd seen them together, but deep within me lay something that had it set upon making it become a reality.I returned towards the living room, the part of the packhouse where individuals typically gather. But when I drew near, I stopped. I overheard the laughter and became frozen.I did not anticipate this. Not at all.I looked out the window, and there they were. Damon and Sophia. Sitting together. Laughing.
Chapter 104– Damon's POVI stood before her door.I heard her soft breathing inside.A week had passed.One complete week since she caught me and Cara. Since the truth unfolded. Since I apologized to her for the error I committed.And every single day thereafter felt like punishment.Sophia stopped sharing our bed. She gathered her stuff and just left without a word. And never returned.She barely addressed me.She walked past me as if I didn't exist.As if I were a stranger.Even Kayden, my wolf, stopped talking to me for a while. He was upset too. Upset with me. Upset at hurting our mate.Now, I was standing in front of her room… heart pounding like a drum.I didn't know why I was scared. I was the Alpha of the strongest pack. I could kill ten rogues in one stroke and not blink.But I couldn't go to my mate's door and knock.I closed my eyes and took deep breaths."Open the door, Damon."Kayden's voice resurfaced eventually."If she refuses you entry, we'll deal with that. But you s
.Chapter Forty Three – Cara's Point of ViewI lay on the couch with hands folded across my belly. The house was quiet. Too quiet. I still remembered Sophia's crying in my head although she had scaled up to the bedrooms. Her heart was broken. And because of me. I did not intend to hurt her. I did not intend to do all of these. But I did.I never planned on sleeping with Damon again, but these…It just escaped me.And then… I did something. I did it in order not to be disposed of by Damon. He looked at Sophia as if she was the sun, and yet I couldn't let him do so without a fight. I had something—a baby. Something potent.The thing is I knew.Growing inside of me is a baby by Liam.I was already three months pregnant before Damon ever touched me again. And Damon knew. Hr knew that day when Liam came to take me r. He knew I am being pregnant with Liam, and how he was shocked. But now… now all of that was different. Now he had kissed me again.Maybe. perhaps, if I made him aware that th
Chapter Title: The News That Broke MeSophia's POVI sat alone in the garden behind the packhouse. It was quiet. The only noises were birds and the wind through the trees. I had my knees curled up tight against my chest and cried silently.I did not want anyone to see me. My heart felt like a stone. I thought I could be strong. I thought not speaking to Damon would hurt less. But no… it hurt worse. I couldn't get him out of my head. I couldn't get his voice out of my head, apologizing… telling me he still loved me.But how do you say I love you to someone and then go to bed with somebody else?I wiped away my tears in a hurry when I heard footsteps. I was praying that it was Lucas. He had stopped by to check on me earlier, but I told him I needed to be alone. I didn't want anyone. I wanted peace.But when I turned around…It was Cara.I frowned and looked away immediately. I did not wish to gaze at her. I did not wish to hear her voice. But she did not mind. She walked towards me slow
Chapter 101Damon's POVI could feel the weight of the silence hanging in the air. The tension between Sophia and me had been mounting for days now, and despite how much I fought it, it seemed like the distance between us continued to widen. The things I'd shared with her, the truth about what transpired with Cara—it was just too much for her to process. I had expected her to be furious, but I could never imagine that it would be like she was escaping me, step by step.I stumbled through the packhouse, my feet heavy on the ground, my mind spinning. I hadn't talked to Sophia since I'd told her Cara was dead. Since then, she'd barely even looked at me. When she did, her eyes were full of hurt, betrayal… and something else I couldn't quite pinpoint. She was so far gone, and nothing I said or did seemed able to bring her back.Today, I was compelled to deal with her. I was compelled to make her understand that I loved her. That I didn't want Cara. That I didn't want anyone else other than
Chapter HundredHe Chose Her Instead of MeSophia's POVI curled up alone in the packhouse garden at the base of a big tree where no one could see me sitting. I tucked my knees up into my chest and wrapped my arms around them, and had my chin resting on top. I wasn't crying anymore. My eyes were already tender. My heart pounded harder.I hadn't even noticed how long I had been sitting there. Maybe hours. All of it weighed on me. My chest, my breath, my mind.Then I heard footsteps.I didn't lift my head."Sophia?"I knew that voice. It was Lucas. Damon's Beta. His best friend.I didn't answer him.He approached slowly and sat beside me without permission."You've been out here a while," he said softly. "Are you okay?"I didn't look at him. I didn't talk. I didn't even move.Lucas hesitated, then said again, "Sophia, you need to tell me something. You don't sound okay."I shut my eyes and let out an unsteady breath. "I'm not," I hardly whispered.His face drifted before me, concerned.
Chapter Ninety NineHer ScentI was in the packhouse living room, holding a pillow to my chest. It was quiet in the room. The fire was low in the fireplace, and the night air was cold. I had just come back from my parents' house. I missed them, but I missed Damon more while I was away.I smiled to myself as I thought about him. I wanted to surprise him with my return, maybe cook for him, maybe cuddle in his arms like we used to. I missed his warmth, his scent, his laughter. I missed the way he would look at me as if I was the only person in the world.I heard the door open.My heart pounded.He was back.I sat up straight right away and turned toward the door, expecting his smile. But Damon didn't smile. He walked in slowly, shoulders tense, eyes brooding. He didn't even look at me."Hey," I said softly, attempting to make him look at me.He nodded just and walked by me. No hug. No kiss. No words. He was… different."Damon?" I said softly. "Is everything okay?"He didn't answer. He ju
Chapter Ninety EightScheme From HerCara's POVI woke up slowly. My body was frail, but my heart was warm. Damon was next to me. His chest was bare. His face was serene in sleep.I smiled weakly. Last night was real. He touched me. Held me. Kissed me.It was like the past again.I reached out my hand, craving to touch his hair. But before I could, his eyes opened.He looked at me. He did not say anything for a moment. He was dazed. Then he sat up abruptly."What the hell?" he cried, breathing heavily.I also sat up, wrapping myself in the blanket. "Damon, relax. You're okay.""What is this?" he shouted. "What happened last night?"I looked at him. "You were drunk. You were upset. You needed someone. I was there for you."His eyes were wide open. "No. No, this didn't happen. Tell me we didn't sleep together."I said nothing.He jumped off the bed, pulling up his pants. Then he came to my side and grabbed my arm roughly."You tricked me, didn't you?" he yelled. "You planned this!""No!
Cara's POVI rested against the window, gazing out at the serene, moonlit evening. The house was abnormally still, the only sounds the distant howls of wolves in the forest. I could feel the pressure of it all crashing down on me. Damon and Sophia were bonded. That was the truth. The truth that stung. But it was irrelevant now. I had a plan.I surveyed the room, my eyes locking onto the door. Damon was in the adjacent room. Sophia had gone off to visit her parents, and I was left alone with him. I had been waiting for this opportunity—the ultimate opportunity. This was my moment to at last get what I wanted. I was pregnant with Liam's child, but no one knew that. Everyone thought the baby was Damon's. That was my chance to reclaim Damon, to have him back for myself.I couldn't help but smile to myself, imagining. This would be okay. Damon had never truly pushed me away, and if I could only maintain the charade that the baby was his, then he would return to me. He would be mine again,