Damon's POV: I had been staring coldly at Ian's Beta for over an hour without saying a word, contemplating ways to kill him without interference. The room was silent, as everyone could feel the tension. I wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the bastard for blinding my incredible mate in the past. Sherry sat in a chair in my office, still wearing her blindfold to conceal her ability to see from Ian and his friends. Originally, my plan was to escort her to our bedroom and have the twins look after her, but she became stubborn and insisted on accompanying me. When I refused, her wolf growled angrily as a warning, so I allowed her to stand next to me in my office. After all, she was my Luna and mate. "Alpha Damon, please stop glaring at my Beta. It's been hours, and he's feeling uncomfortable and intimidated by you," Ian said seriously. If he truly felt that way, then it was good. I wanted him to be so intimidated that he would die. "Neo, don't you have something to say to
Ian's POV: All that went through my mind was, "It's all my fault," over and over again. If I hadn't allowed others to come with me and Felix that night, everything wouldn't have happened. Aurora's hand went on my thigh, tapping there a few times. "Is there a way to track him down or find him?" Lee asked. "Now the traitor speaks. Is this how you repay me for showing you my generosity years ago?" Damon asked coldly. It was clear he wanted Lee to keep his mouth shut about his pack. "Cut it out, will you," I whispered softly, trying to calm myself down. "You don't get to tell me shit, Ian. This is my..." "Quiet!" Axel growled angrily when he took over for a second. The room instantly fell silent, and no one dared to move. In his voice was not only dominance but also a clear warning. If he continued mocking us, we would gladly take him down. Just because I was playing the meek act towards him so I could get his help, it didn't mean Axel was in on it. When I knelt down in front
Garren's POV: "And off we go," I said softly after I had opened the door for Roxanne. She hesitated for a second before getting out. Her gaze was fixed on my mansion, as expected, and that made me smirk. The huge mansion ahead of us wasn't a typical mansion that everyone liked at first glance. First of all, it was painted black, and secondly, the door handle had a skeleton design. With her werewolf abilities, she was able to see the place clearly despite it being very late at night. The idea to paint it that way and in that color came from an interior designer and architecture friend I rarely associated with. He was so in love with dark colors, and I didn't mind at all because the place was rarely used, so why not make it weird? Also, there was something that a few supernatural beings knew about me which left them shocked, but with time, they got used to it. As much as I enjoyed classical music and formal wear, there were rare times when I was overwhelmed by emotions and turned t
Roxanne's POV: "Roxanne," he called softly, then raised his hand and covered his face. "Are you in a lot of pain?" I asked again, concerned. He dropped his hand and looked down at me seriously. I was very worried, and words couldn't even begin to explain how I felt at the moment. When I heard the sound of a gunshot coming from outside the mansion, I came running downstairs, stumbling and falling just to get to him. Although my leg had already healed, I was still in pain, yet I cared less about it. Him being okay was all that mattered to me the most. "You will be okay," I whispered softly as a lot of thoughts invaded my mind. I still couldn't stop thinking about how I stood up, leaped, and ran outside to where the scent of gunpowder was coming from. When my eyes met my mate's, my heart ached badly as I stopped in my tracks. There and then, I understood the situation he was in. They had opened fire on him, and he had taken them down. As I ran to him, I felt relieved, knowing ho
Sherry's POV: I sat on my daughter's bed as Maggie brushed my hair. "Where is Damon?" I asked softly. "In his study. Right after your meal, he asked me to inform you privately that he had something to look at," she answered as my wolf growled angrily. She didn't like that our mate was acting distant with us since Ian and his men were spending the night over. "And the twins?" I asked. "They are at the training field as usual," she answered. "Good. Now then, did you invite Alpha Ian and Beta Neo to this room?" I asked softly. "Yes, Luna, I did. Although they both looked surprised, they easily agreed," she answered. I was about to say how she had done a good job when I heard a knock. I wanted to talk to them somewhere privately, that's why I asked Maggie to be present, and I chose one of the twins' bedrooms because it was the safest choice, I believed. "Please come in," I answered, knowing fully well who they were by their scent. I heard the door open, then light footsteps ap
Garren's POV: "Is this really necessary?" I asked seriously in the bathroom, then slowly turned and looked at Roxanne, who had her back towards me. She was standing near the door, refusing to look at me just because I was bathing myself. "It is," she answered simply. For a few minutes, I deliberately tried to get her attention, yet she couldn't even glance at me. I had thought she would tend to me by going into the shower with me or helping me out of my bloody clothes. Sadly, I was wrong. "I thought you had agreed to help me change my bloody clothes," I whispered softly once I had taken a few steps forward to avoid the pouring water running into my mouth. "I did, but that didn't mean I was going to...," she trailed off, then finished her sentence. "Going to see you naked or help you bathe," she answered in a low, crackly voice. I smirked, then turned off the shower and walked to where she was. With each step I took, I could hear her breathing pick up, and that made me feel exc
Roxanne's POV: "You see, my parents were both loving to me, and they did their best to let me know how lucky I was to be born in their care. I knew they had some problems with the coven; sadly, I was too young to understand what they were," he said, then closed his eyes for a second and opened them. In them, I could see anger as well as sadness. "The day my parents died was the day I took over the role of master. I inherited it all: properties, lands, and the name itself. Although I had everything, I was broken and empty inside. When I became of age, I turned to look for comfort in women and parties," he said as I frowned. My heart was beginning to pick up and ache over his confession. "I fucked and fed from many elegant ladies who presented themselves to me, but that didn't make me feel less lonely. I actually became lonelier," he said as I found myself standing up. I felt sorry for him, and I really did want to hear the whole story, but it was getting hard for me with each sent
Ian's POV: I looked at the pack house in the rearview mirror as I drove away. Sherry, Damon, and the twins were looking at our cars happily. "They sure look happy to see us leave," I said softly. "That's because they are," Amelia answered simply. "What a weird pack," I muttered under my breath. "It wasn't as hard as we thought it would be, so let's give them some credit," Whitney said. I looked at Lee through the mirror, then nodded as he nodded back. He had the map in his hand, and we weren't going to waste any time using it. We needed to find Roxanne as soon as possible, even if she was okay. I focused on the way while stealing a few glances at Amelia, who appeared to be deep in thought. "Are you okay?" I asked in concern through our mind link. "Yes," she responded, then kept quiet. I could tell that something was bothering her through our shared bond. "Babe," I called softly. "Yes," she answered without looking at me. "I can tell that you aren't okay," I said through