Chapter Title: The Truth Always RisesDamon's POVThe battle ground was packed to the brim—wolves from different packs, elders, warriors, even the curious ones who'd come just to watch. The atmosphere was thick, not just with the scent of sweat and fur, but also with anticipation, judgment, fear, and secrets.I walked slowly ahead, my heart pounding slowly and steadily. My eyes scanned the crowd, but the only one I searched for… was Sophia's.She wasn't there.I had told her not to come. I had gazed into her eyes this morning and spoken to her, "Wait for me. I will come back to you with victory."She had nodded, crying. But now, alone among these wolves, I felt a sharp emptiness in my chest.Otto was already standing facing me. Tall, smug, self-assured. His warriors stood behind him like specters. But what made me stop in my tracks was the way his lips curved into a smile.That false smile.He raised his water jug and took a large, showy swig, proving to the world that he was new, mig
Chapter 143 : Carried by LoveDamon's POVSophia said yes.Her voice was soft, but it echoed in my heart like thunder.She looked up at me with those shining eyes, eyes brimming with trust, eyes brimming with love. And I knew—then and there—that this was the beginning of a new chapter. Not just for me. Not just for the pack. But for us.I didn't have her walk back.I scooped her up into my arms gently, like she was the most precious thing in the world—which she was. She gave a little gasping cry, laughing through tears on her face. "You don't need to carry me," she whispered."I want to," I said. "You've carried me through everything. Let me do this."Her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder, I could feel her heart beating against my own. Slow. Steady. Safe.As we walked back along the quiet pathways of the pack, people saw us. Warriors. Elders. Children. They didn't cry out. They didn't cheer. They bowed. They stepped aside in silence, some smiling, some weeping. It wasn't a
Chapter 144: The Luna of My HeartDamon's POVThe morning sun struck the pack house walls, pouring in soft golden light. Everything was motionless—like the whole world had finally let out a deep breath. But my heart was full, beating harder than ever. Not with fear… but with something else.With love.Sophia slept, her form wrapped gently under the warm blanket. Her hair spilled onto the pillow like silk. She was serene, so serene, like an angel. I sat down on the bed and simply gazed at her for a while. After everything we had been through—the betrayal, the horror, the battle—I could not help but stare. I had nearly lost her. But she returned to me. She fought for me.I bent forward and swept a lock of her hair behind her ear. My fingers touched her skin, and she stirred, opening her eyes slowly."Damon." she whispered, voice still heavy with sleep."I'm here," I said softly. "Good morning, my Luna."Her eyes snapped fully open. "Luna?"I smiled. "Yes. That's what I'm going to be cal
Chapter One Cara'S POV "You fucking bitch!" Mateo snarled, shoving me hard against the wooden counter. His eyes were afire, his lips twisted in a mean snarl. "You're nothing but a fucking burden! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be stuck in this goddamn mess!" I gritted my teeth and said nothing. It wasn't new. For months, ever since I came to Shadow wood pack, Mateo had been spewing this same bullshit. But today, his anger was worse. More venomous. "Say something, bitch" he spat, grabbing my arm so hard I knew it would bruise. "Or are you gonna keep standing there like a fucking mute?" Before I could respond, a loud crash echoed from outside. We both turned toward the entrance just in time to see my uncle, his hands shaking, staring at a pile of fallen boxes. The truck that had whizzed past was now parked a few feet away, sending up clouds of dust. And then, a man stepped out. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dangerous: He’s the Alpha’s eldest son. Richard. His face
Chapter 2 Cara’s POV I thought it was over. It would be back to normal Of course, I was wrong. One of Liam's men showed up right in the cafeteria. " Liam feels sorry for what happened that day," the man said. Low voice. Deadpan. "So he bought new goods for you." Silence. My uncle stiffened beside me. His hand on the counter tensed. The man continued, “You need to go to the pack house” The tension in the room snapped like a whip Everyone here knew it wasn’t that fucking simple. No one—especially not a Wilson—gave out anything for free. “I’ll go with her,” my uncle said immediately. The man's face didn't change. "He said she has to come alone." Mateo gave a low, mocking laugh. "Of course she does," he sneered, stepping right in front of me, blocking my path. His eyes gleamed with something ugly, something cruel. "Listen to me, you bitch." His voice dropped lower, colder. "If you dare cause any more trouble, I'll rip your fucking head off myself. "Let me get
Chapter 3 Liam’s POV She wrenched her arm free. For a moment, the graze of her skin, the spark firing at that first contact, still lingered. Cara's face didn't change. Her eyes—sharp, guarded—met mine with defense. "I don’t know him," she said, her voice level. Liar. I watched her closely, Boris, my wolf, pacing inside me. Boris growled, his frustration evident. “I want to talk to Cornell now” I clenched my jaw, “Not now, Boris” “She’s our mate,” he snapped, pacing inside me like a caged animal. “Let's make this quick" I ignored him, keeping my eye on Cara. The way her scent curled around me, something wild and sharp, like fresh rain after a storm. The way her lips pressed together like I was holding her back to him. The way her pulse quickened when I touched her, no matter how much she tried to hide it. I took a step closer, watching as her jaw tensed. “Do you feel it? We are mates” I asked, my voice low. She didn't pretend to misunderstand. "I know wha
Chapter 4 : She is Mine Liam’s Pov A loud rap of knuckles against wood yanked me from my mind. One of my men knocked on the door, face etched tightly. "Liam, it's Cara. Her cousin and those guys are causing her trouble again." I felt rage jump through me like a live current. "And?" The warrior shifted uneasily. "As usual, she doesn’t hit back." I slapped the book closed. I knew Cara was strong. We’d faced each other so many times in the battle. Of course, I know she could kick those bastards ass. But this is her choice “Go there. Right now,” Boris demanded. “Stop this nonsense.” I exhaled sharply, already on my feet. “I’m going. I'll handle it myself." By the time I arrived, Mateo and his pack of bastards were already gone.Her lower lip was smeared with blood, bruises already discoloring along her arms. I narrowed my eyes. She was healing. Slow. On purpose. Smart girl. She was concealing what she was by this way. Boris growled at the sight of her woun
Chapter 5 Cara's POV By the time I made it home, the ache was gone, but the bruises still coloured my skin. I'd retarded my healing, made it appear as if I wasn't healing as fast as I ought to. It was needed. Uncle took one look. "What happened?" he asked, frowning, his eyes roaming the bruises on my arms. "Training," I said, pushing past him toward the kitchen. "It will heal soon” Uncle let out a sharp exhalation. I began fiddling with the kettle, pretending that I hadn't heard the disappointment in his voice. We had this same conversation every time. He knew what was going on. But he also knew why I never fought back. Long after, he finally spoke. "You should rest." Instead, I pulled out the rent money that I had set aside and placed it on the table. "At least take this.” He shook his head almost immediately. "No." "I could not go see your father before he died," he cut me off, his voice low and laden. "I gave in. I betrayed him and Alpha Robert " He turned
Chapter 144: The Luna of My HeartDamon's POVThe morning sun struck the pack house walls, pouring in soft golden light. Everything was motionless—like the whole world had finally let out a deep breath. But my heart was full, beating harder than ever. Not with fear… but with something else.With love.Sophia slept, her form wrapped gently under the warm blanket. Her hair spilled onto the pillow like silk. She was serene, so serene, like an angel. I sat down on the bed and simply gazed at her for a while. After everything we had been through—the betrayal, the horror, the battle—I could not help but stare. I had nearly lost her. But she returned to me. She fought for me.I bent forward and swept a lock of her hair behind her ear. My fingers touched her skin, and she stirred, opening her eyes slowly."Damon." she whispered, voice still heavy with sleep."I'm here," I said softly. "Good morning, my Luna."Her eyes snapped fully open. "Luna?"I smiled. "Yes. That's what I'm going to be cal
Chapter 143 : Carried by LoveDamon's POVSophia said yes.Her voice was soft, but it echoed in my heart like thunder.She looked up at me with those shining eyes, eyes brimming with trust, eyes brimming with love. And I knew—then and there—that this was the beginning of a new chapter. Not just for me. Not just for the pack. But for us.I didn't have her walk back.I scooped her up into my arms gently, like she was the most precious thing in the world—which she was. She gave a little gasping cry, laughing through tears on her face. "You don't need to carry me," she whispered."I want to," I said. "You've carried me through everything. Let me do this."Her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder, I could feel her heart beating against my own. Slow. Steady. Safe.As we walked back along the quiet pathways of the pack, people saw us. Warriors. Elders. Children. They didn't cry out. They didn't cheer. They bowed. They stepped aside in silence, some smiling, some weeping. It wasn't a
Chapter Title: The Truth Always RisesDamon's POVThe battle ground was packed to the brim—wolves from different packs, elders, warriors, even the curious ones who'd come just to watch. The atmosphere was thick, not just with the scent of sweat and fur, but also with anticipation, judgment, fear, and secrets.I walked slowly ahead, my heart pounding slowly and steadily. My eyes scanned the crowd, but the only one I searched for… was Sophia's.She wasn't there.I had told her not to come. I had gazed into her eyes this morning and spoken to her, "Wait for me. I will come back to you with victory."She had nodded, crying. But now, alone among these wolves, I felt a sharp emptiness in my chest.Otto was already standing facing me. Tall, smug, self-assured. His warriors stood behind him like specters. But what made me stop in my tracks was the way his lips curved into a smile.That false smile.He raised his water jug and took a large, showy swig, proving to the world that he was new, mig
Chapter 151 : The Secret PlanThe moment Damon walked out of the room that morning, something within me broke.I was standing by the window, watching him walk away in the distance with his shoulders hunched and his head held high. He never turned around. Maybe he did not want me to see the fear in his eyes. Or maybe he did not want me to see the fear in mine.I curled my arms around myself, struggling to catch my breath. The pack house was too quiet, too silent. Each tick of the clock thundered in my ears. My heart wouldn't slow.I sat down. And stood up. Went to the window once more. My chest was a weight.What if something went wrong? What if Damon was harmed? What if—No, I whispered to myself. "I trust him. He'll come back. He has to come back."But that only made the fear worse.I could not stay here. I could not just sit and wait like some pathetic mate. I had to do something. At least be close. At least see him, even from afar.So I left.I wrapped a thick, brown cloak around m
Chapter 1 : The Journey(Damon's POV)Sunrise woke peacefully.Its brightness slowly oozed into the room, patting the walls, the ground, and eventually our bed. But I woke hours prior to it doing that.I lay still. I merely relaxed there, wrapping myself around Sophia holding her against my body, my ears filled with the quiet intakes of her sleep beside me on my chest.This morning would be the last morning to be this way—prior to all being shifted.I knew what today was. And I'd accepted it. I had stayed up all night thinking about it. About each opportunity. Every risk. Each outcome. I had played it over and over in my mind until my heart no longer thundered and stilled.It wasn't about me anymore.It was about my name. My pride. My pack. My right. My future.But above all, it was about her.I looked down on Sophia as she shifted, awakening slowly. She opened her eyes and met my gaze, and I smiled warmly at her. "Morning," she breathed sleepily.I caressed her cheek. "Morning."She
Chapter 139: In His Arms AgainPOV: SophiaThe moon was already high when I returned.The evening breeze was cool and soft, caressing my cheeks as I made slow steps towards our home. My heart pounded excitedly, not for fear—but because I'd get to see him again. Damon.I didn't tell him that I was coming back tonight. I wanted to surprise him. I wanted to be near him. After everything my dad said to me, after all the bawling I did… I just needed to be held by him.The moment I opened the front door, I was hit with the scent of him. That scent that I'm so familiar with—warm, strong, and secure. My eyes pricked with tears just smelling him once again.I stepped into the still house. The lights were dim. My suitcase dropped quietly on the ground, but I did not holler his name. I didn't need to.Because there he was—standing in the hallway.Damon.His eyes met mine, and for a moment neither of us moved.He had the look of exhaustion. Disheveled hair, half untucked shirt, as if he hadn't be
Chapter 138: They Want Him to FailPOV: SophiaI was perched on the edge of the guest bed, staring at the floor.It had been two days since I'd shown up at my dad's pack. At first, I thought the change of air would help me clear my head — I needed a break from the tension at home, the pressure of the alpha challenge, and the endless backstabbing behind Damon's back. But now I was beginning to wonder if I'd made a mistake coming here.The air this morning was not the same. My dad's tone had been not the same when he called me. "Go to my study," he ordered. That's all. No smile. No hug.And here I stood in front of his study door, my hand on the doorknob, my chest racing with fear.I opened the door slowly.My mother sat quietly on the window seat, hands folded in her lap. She did not smile when she saw me — just a small nod.Liam was there too. He was standing with his back to the fire, arms folded, his head down as if he did not wish to see me.My father was sitting behind his desk. H
Chapter 133 :The WarningI stood outside Damon's door, my hand hovering above the doorknob. My heart was racing in my chest. I knew that this was foolish—going into his room alone when Sophia wasn't around—but I had to speak to him. I had to say something to him that no one else was strong enough to say.I took a deep breath and opened the door.He stood, there on the edge of the bed, shirtless, elbows on knees. His head was lowered, as though in thought. The air was thick with his presence—warm, clean, powerful—and I hated how it unsettled me. He lifted his head when he noticed the door open, but he didn't move. Didn't speak. He simply looked at me.I walked in, shutting the door behind me, my steps slow but resolute. I couldn't be weak now. Not with him."You're alone," I declared, trying not to shake.He didn't reply."I figured I would seize the opportunity. You see, Damon, we must have a chat." I kept my chin held high, but my palms were sweaty.He blinked, and then shifted his
Chapter One Hundred And Thity Six : Four Days to Fate"Sophia's POVThe entire packhouse was off that morning.The halls were silent, but not the good sort of silent.It was the thick, chilly sort that gets around you, making your skin squirm.Whispers hung in the air, low and insistent, seeping through doorways and snapping like little flames.I did not even have to catch the words to sense something was amiss.I could feel it.My heart pounded as I walked through the halls. Wherever I glanced, wolves stood in small groups, their heads bent close to each other, their eyes darting toward me when they didn't realize I was looking. Their lips shaped quick whispers.And then I started to pick out some of the words."Damon…""Otto…""…the battle…""…the old law…""…four days…"My hands trembled as I pulled my sleeves over them.I did not wish to believe it.I did not want it to be real.Damon had already endured enough. He had been battered, bruised, humiliated — and still he had survived