LEAH'S POV*****
"You are the famous hybrid!! What do you want with me?", I asked, my mind racing with different thoughts. He didn't reply to me, his face was blank and he felt withdrawn. But I was drop-dead terrified, my eyes were bulging, and my hands slightly trembling. Every word that I have heard about the terrifying and ruthless man ran through my mind, I heard he killed his mother after he was birthed, and was rejected by his father, the Alpha of the shadowfell pack. He disappeared for years and came back super rich, but he still wasn't accepted in society, so he formed his own pack with the few wolves loyal to him and called it the Darkwater pack. People say he drains the life out of his victim by sucking their blood, I also heard that he can't be killed and that's why the Order couldn't do anything about his existence. I remembered the warnings my dad gave me concerning him. Another thing I remember clearly is the hate in his voice when he speaks about the hybrid, the existing knowledge that the hybrid is my dad's sworn enemy. He was always reminding whoever was around and listening of how the hybrid was an abomination, a disorder in the different realms of the word. And the rumors about him were always deadly and terrifying, tales of deeds so morbid it made me shiver to remember them. No wonder Aiden was scared out of his hide when he was dealing with him I, too, am scared out of my hide sitting so close to him. I moved away from him, to the edge of the seat, and stayed still, hoping I didn't annoy him by moving too much. I felt him turn to look at me before turning away but I still didn't turn to look at him. I was focused on not peeing myself, out of fear, before we reached our destination. The car slowed down when it got close to a gate and after a few seconds of the driver communicating with one of the security guards standing at the gate, we drove in. The moment we drove into his estate my fear was overshadowed by admiration. God, this place was beautiful. This is close to heaven, if not it. Every building was a piece of art, everything screams money. I can't believe it, I feel oppressed by buildings and I have never known poverty. Another thought ran through my mind and I sneaked a peek at the man sitting at the other side. It is a well-known fact that the hybrid was stinkingly rich and that he turned a drafty, no man's land into a place worthy of gods. Still being overwhelmingly amazed, I didn't notice the car stopping until he spoke. I have heard him speak before, no one would say he was kind but the tone he used now was chilling. It embodies the story of a cold ruthless man and I turned stiff. " They would attend to you", he said before leaving the car and all I could do was nod slowly. But wait! Who the fuck is they? And how would they 'attend' to me? I wondered until the doors of the car opened up. Young ladies were standing at both sides of the car and one of them stretched forth their hands and I dumbfoundedly took her hands and got out of the car. Counting them, I noticed there were ten ladies, wait, one of them looked older, so it was nine ladies and one older woman and she was the only one not in uniform. "Ma'am, we are here to serve you ", the older woman spoke up, causing me to flick my eyebrow upwards in confusion. Serve me? Who are these ladies? And why was I being treated like a queen? What's going on? The confusion started clearing, giving space for apprehension, "what is going on?", my thoughts were interrupted by a brisk voice. "Please, follow the girls, they will direct you to your room", the older woman said, hands stretched forth, with the other girls already standing by, looking ready to go. "Ok ma'am", I said, but she cut me off, correcting me, "Please call me Nana, everyone calls me that". Nana? Is that like his grandmother? I thought before taking another girl's hands and following her. I noticed the other girls followed us when I turned, stretching my neck sideways hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious hybrid but was forced to face forward when I almost tripped. When we got to my supposed room, my mouth dropped down in awe. The room was gorgeous, the decor was stunningly beautiful. Wow, I thought before I felt a hand pulling my clothes off me. I pushed the girl away, retreating from them, confusion clouding my face. " Why are you pulling off my clothes? ", I asked but no one answered me. The older woman walked in at that moment and so I turned to her with the same question, but she just chuckled a bit before saying, "Everyone is a woman here, there is no need to be scared. We are only doing our job". That didn't answer my question but I let one of the girls pull off my clothes and as she did, I looked around and noticed the setting of this place. It looks like the room was already set up and obviously, for me. That intensified the apprehension I was feeling but I decided to keep mute. Naked, I was led to a bathtub, and from the look of it, it looked steaming hot. I turned to one of the girls but she signaled for me to get in and I put one leg in. It was still really hot but I held my scream in and put the other leg in and then she let go so I could fully immerse myself. The girls rushed around me, some scrubbing me, some pouring shampoo on my head and washing it. "Why are you guys doing this for me? What is it for?", the questions poured out of me. " Well, it's for....", the girl didn't finish her statement because NANA walked in, saying "it's for your marking ceremony". "Marking ceremony? I haven't heard of any marking ceremony being done this way", I told her but she just shrugged and signaled the girls to continue. I swallowed back all my questions, trying to relax and enjoy the queen treatment but apprehension got me strung up and I was unable to relax. I got out of the tub, got cleaned off, balmed, and perfumed before being dressed up and left alone. The quiet made me do a lot of thinking and in the course of it, I slept off. I was woken up by my body responding to whispers of a caress. I jerkily tried to stand up but he whispered "Be still, it's me". My body acting like it had a mind of its own, went limp and ready. My mind shut down and I waited. He began to drop little kisses down my body while he undressed me. I started panting a little bit and he covered my lips with it. We kissed with slow passion while his hands moved around my body and when he got to my boobs, I let a little gasp which was swallowed by him. My body arched, wanting more of his touch and his mouth left my mouth to move down to my breast. My moans were breaking and small as I fought to not drown in the feeling but I lost it when I felt him slide in. It was slow at first but got faster till I couldn't remember my name or my fear of him. When my orgasm got close, I felt his head rest in my neck area. I didn't think much of it, I didn't even think at all, I just held him much closer. When it all got together and exploded in my head, my eyes losing vision, I felt it. This sharp pain equals my pleasure. "Please!!", I moaned out in pain and pleasure, confusion setting in as I felt my life being drained out of me.LEAH'S POVSix months had passed. A lot had changed, and yet, some things remained the same. Life had found its way back into a semblance of balance. The house Delilah had destroyed, the one that had once been my sanctuary, had been rebuilt. Stronger. More beautiful. Every corner of it now seemed to hold new memories, new beginnings. The order that had been disrupted, the chaos that had once engulfed us, was now settling into a rhythm. Things were finally coming together.Damian had come so far in his healing, both physically and emotionally. Each day, I saw him growing stronger, more like the man he was before the war, before everything. He had taken on the responsibility of being the head of the hybrids, and with that came a weight that I knew he carried heavily. But he bore it with grace. His training had become more intense, more focused. I could see the fire in his eyes, the determination to protect our family, to protect everything we had worked so hard for.And the way, he
DAMIAN'S POVPain. It was the first thing I noticed when my eyes fluttered open. A dull, unrelenting ache radiated through my body, each breath a reminder of something I couldn't yet remember. I blinked slowly, my vision swimming as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. White walls. The steady beeping of machines. A faint antiseptic smell. Where was I?My mind felt clouded like a thick fog had settled over it, obscuring everything I needed to grasp. Panic threatened to rise, but before I could gather my thoughts, I heard hurried footsteps. The sound grew louder, then closer—someone was running toward me.Before I could react, a body collided with mine with force, wrapping me in a tight, trembling embrace. The jolt sent a shock through my already fragile body, but I didn't care. The moment her scent hit me, everything stilled.Leah.I knew her before my eyes fully adjusted before my arms instinctively rose to wrap around her. Her warmth, her softness, the way she seemed to melt in
LEAH'S POV"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling, eyes wide with desperation. "Repeat what you just said."The doctor, hesitant but resolute, cleared his throat. "Your children's blood," he began slowly, his tone deliberate, "it might be the only way to save Damian. Their blood has unique properties that could help them heal. They are hybrids, the only ones of their kind. It's uncharted territory, but—""No." my voice was sharp, slicing through the doctor's explanation.The doctor faltered. "What?""No," I repeated, my tone steadier this time, though my body shook. "I won't do it. I won't use their blood."The doctor's face crumpled in confusion. " Miss Leah, this is Damian's life we're talking about. Don't you want him to live?"Tears welled up in my eyes, but my resolve held firm. "Of course I do. I want Damian alive more than anything. But I've seen what that blood does. It doesn't heal. It doesn't bring people back to life in the way you think. It changes them—turns them into
LEAH'S POVIt had been a month. Thirty long days since I'd given birth to our twins. Thirty long days since Damian had slipped into a coma. Thirty long days since Damian was brought back almost dead into this pack.The air in the room where he lay was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, and the low hum of machines filled the silence. I sat beside his bed as I had every day since the battle. My babies were safe at home, cared for by a trusted nurse, while I spent hours here, speaking to Damian as though he could hear me."They're growing so fast, you know," I said softly, my fingers brushing against his cold hand. "Our babies. They've got your nose. Both of them. And the way they look at me... sometimes, it feels like they know something I don't."I leaned back in the chair, staring at his still form. "I haven't named them yet," I admitted, my voice catching in my throat. "How could I? We said we'd do it together. The few people we know keep asking me what I'll call them, and I don't h
LEAH'S POVThe first thing I noticed was the stillness—the kind that wasn't comforting but left me disoriented. My eyelids felt heavy, my body weak, but I forced myself to blink, to focus on the dimly lit room around me. The sterile scent of the room hit me next, and for a moment, I didn't understand why I was there.Then it all came rushing back.The complications. The delivery. The pain that had consumed me until everything went black.I tried to sit up, but my body protested, and I fell back against the pillows with a groan. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, now flat and empty. Panic surged through me as I scanned the room. There was no sound of crying, no crib, no sign of the babies I had fought so hard to bring into this world."Where... where are my babies?" I raised my voice barely a whisper.One of my maids appeared by my side, her smile warm but cautious. "Calm down, miss. Your babies are safe.""Safe?" I repeated, my voice trembling. "I want to see them. Please, whe
Damian's POVA wave of exhaustion washed over me, and I realized I was badly injured; every movement felt like a monumental effort. My body was heavy, weighed down by fatigue and pain as if the fight had drained every ounce of strength from me.Then, amidst the chaos, my phone began ringing, I scanned the room frantically, my eyes darting around, searching for it. It had fallen during our brutal struggle, and as I caught sight of it lying on the floor, I gritted my teeth and dragged myself toward it.Finally, I reached the phone and picked it up, my fingers trembling. As I picked up the call.Immediately I picked up the call; it was Clinton."Hello, master," he said from the other end, his voice steady yet tinged with urgency."Please tell me how the plan worked," I replied, my curiosity piqued. My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a war drum, and every sense was on high alert, straining to catch his response. Clinton paused for a moment, and I could hear the faint sound of rust