Leah's POVI woke up, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, still groggy from sleep, my mind drifts back, to the night before, to that intimate moment shared with Damian. The memory, like a delicate whisper, weaves through my thoughts, casting a soft smile upon my lips. But quickly I snapped out of it.Why am I even smiling, everything that went down last night, doesn't mean a thing. Sure, we had a blast, but it doesn't mean there's something more.I just woke up feeling unexpectedly cheerful. I attempted to hide it but I couldn't I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. When I opened them again, I saw Nana already there, waiting for me to wake up, just like always.I wasn't surprised anymore, it felt normal. I'm getting used to her being here, and I realized that I needed to get used to it if I was going to continue staying here.I'm still not sure about staying here, to be honest. I'm trying to make sense of everything, why did Damian help me? why
Damian's POV"I thought you wouldn't show up," I said, my voice laced with a mix of surprise and skepticism.He smiled wryly, his eyes locking onto mine as he sat down across from me. "I'm not a coward, I always face my enemy" he replied, his tone firm but laced with a hint of vulnerability. "Oh! you fancy yourself brave, but in reality, you're just being reckless," I remarked, my words dripping with confidence I set this meeting with Aiden after the attack at Leah's restaurant, when I saw what was in the note, that was wrapped with the stone, I knew that no one would have staged the attack other than Aiden."Well I will get straight to the point, the reason for this meeting is to caution you to steer clear of Leah," I pressed on, cutting him off before he even got the chance to say a word."Oh, so Leah is the purpose of this meeting "he replied nonchalantly."Yeah, I need you to keep your distance from her. I'm aware of what you did, I know it was you who attacked her," I shot at
Damian's POVAs soon as Nana told me that Leah had locked herself in her room, I sprang into action. I rushed towards the stairs, my heart racing with concern. In my haste, I almost fell down the stairs, but I managed to catch myself just in time.I didn't even care, my focus was solely on reaching Leah's room as quickly as possible. I took the stairs two at a time, my feet pounding against the steps.I reached the top and ran down the hallway, my mind consumed by thoughts of Leah and what could be wrong. Hope she hasn't harmed herself. She had tried it before but I was in time to save her.I finally reached her door and tried the handle, but it was locked. I knocked frantically but didn't get a response.I tried knocking again, a bit louder this time "Leah open the door, it's me," I said."No! I don't want to see anyone not even you, so Leave me alone" she replied."Open the door first, whatever the problem is we can talk about it"I pressed on."No, you are just going to lie to me,
Leah's POVI rubbed the soap over my skin, feeling the gentle suds caress my arms and legs, I began to unwind. My fingers massaged the tension from my muscles, working out the knots and kinks. The warm water enveloped me, soothing my senses, and I let out a soft sigh. I rubbed my hands over my face, feeling the stress melt away, and then worked the soap into a rich lather.This morning, I woke up with an unexplainable sense of joy and freedom. I felt refreshed and relaxed like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. As I lay in the bath, I called out to Nana, "Nana" not just to confirm her presence, but because today felt different.Usually, she waits outside my room while I bathe, but today she was standing right outside the bathroom door.Nana asked, her voice gentle, "Do you need anything?""No, I don't, "I replied, a smile spreading across my face."I don't know why, but I feel incredibly good today."I continued. "Isn't that a good thing?" she asked, her tone playful. "Of
DAMIAN'S POVDriving home from the long-ass meeting, all I could think of was Leah. She has been in my head all day and have no plans of leaving.Her scent fills my head. Like, for fuck's sake, she was all I could think about in the meeting. It was even the reason why it took so long, because I kept having to tell them to repeat themselves, and thought I was doing it on purpose. Every single time I breathe, it's her. Every single time my heart beats, it's her. All I can feel, all I want to talk about, all I can think about is Leah. And it is Maddening. I need to see her. I can see her. I will see her." Driver, make a detour to the airport. We're going back home", I informed the driver But one thing that disturbs me about her is how easily she breaks out of a compelled state. No one has ever done that. No one at all. Every time I compel her, she remembers everything a few hours later. It's like I'm losing my touch. No! I am not losing my touch. It's her. There's something
LEAH'S POV I don't even know what I was thinking when I told him to bite me. I just knew that I wanted it so badly. The memory of him sinking his teeth into my neck and drawing blood Along with the memories of him coming so close to my neck while he fought for control thrilled me and an irresistible feeling took over. All I could think about was the moment he would bite me, so I pushed him closer to the edge by encouraging him, eagerly anticipating the pleasure that would course through my body. It was unexplainable. I can't define it, but the urge was driving me crazy. Please, Damien, please do it already.And then he did. He bit me. I closed my eyes in satisfaction, releasing a small sigh.He started draining my blood and it was a bit painful but I was focused on the overwhelming pleasure, and as much as I wanted him to continue, he stopped after a few gulps.I felt a bit disappointed. Okay! I felt very disappointedHiding the expression, I looked up at him to inquire abou
LEAH'S POV The nerve of this man!To act like he did yesterday, and then come around to behave like a monster, and embarrass me, this morning. I hope he burns in hell. I heard light footsteps behind me. I turned to see Nana, who closely followed me. Then I turned on her."Can you believe him? Did you see what your 'master' did? He doesn't deserve to be called Master. It just blows his ego out of proportion. He's a mean person, a terrible person. And let me tell you, this was not the way he behaved last night", I complained.Her face, turned slightly red and I could tell she was embarrassed, but I didn't care enough to stop venting.I mean, there's no one to talk to here. So I continued walking while ranting. "Oh my god, I hate him. I hate him so much. I'm never going to let him have access to my body, again. And to think I was encouraging him to bite me yesterday". I heard Nana winced but I didn't care. She is going to hear all I have to say. We reached my room and I slammed th
LEAH'S POV My heart raced, and my mind was tangled in a web of embarrassment and confusion. Despite all my resolve and determination, I was completely undone by his words. Panic surged through me as he stirred awake, and I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately pretending to be asleep. I wasn't ready to face him but after waiting in tense silence, all I could feel was his gaze on me. He leaned towards me, and I braced myself, but instead of the... Ok, I don't know what to expect, he simply pecked me. His lips brushed against my cheek in a soft, fleeting touch. Oh my god, oh my god—warmth spread through my face, and I could feel my cheeks burning.I hope he doesn't notice.He didn't because moments later, he stood up, quietly gathered his clothes, and walked to the door, where he called for Nana and instructed her to take care of me. I got wrapped up in the bubble of warmth and happiness, thrilled with his care towards me.In my fantasy world, I was plucking the petals of a flower and
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
Damian's POVThe air was electric with tension as Delilah and I faced off in the office. The once-sterile space was now a battleground, with papers scattered everywhere and furniture overturned. Delilah's eyes gleamed with malevolence as she sneered at me, her long nails extended like razor-sharp claws."You think you can defeat me, Damian?" she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "I am the most powerful being on this earth."With a fierce battle cry, Delilah charged at me, her nails swiping through the air with deadly precision. I dodged and weaved, avoiding her blows by mere inches. But Delilah was relentless, her attacks coming faster and faster until I stumbled backward, desperate to escape her wrath.She pinned me to the wall, her nails digging deep into my skin. I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the pain, but Delilah just laughed, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure."You should have stayed out of this, Damian," she hissed, her breath cold against my ear. "Now, you
Damian's POVOf course, I had to be smart about this. I couldn't just attack Mr President in front of all these important people. The tension in the air was thick, and I could feel the weight of their gazes, a mix of fear and uncertainty. We were already crammed into a room, and guards were scattered everywhere, their eyes scanning for any signs of danger, ready to protect us from the relentless zombies lurking outside.Hade was with the zombies. I had sent some other werewolves to assist him, I couldn't just lash out at the president. I knew deep down that this wasn't the real president, but the others didn't know. I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I moved closer to Cyril, my heart pounding in my chest. I tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned to face me, confusion etched on his face, his eyes wide. "Go and find the president," I ordered, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling around us. His eyes darted between me and the figure of the president sitting not too
Damian's POVI turned to Clinton, my eyes blazing with anticipation. "Tell them to start the plan immediately," I instructed, my voice low and urgent.Clinton's expression turned serious, his eyes locking onto mine. He nodded curtly, his face set in a determined mask. "We have planned this meticulously," I continued, my tone dripping with confidence. "We will create noise, distract them, and draw those zombies to the fire like moths to a flame."A hint of a smile played on Clinton's lips as he grasped the scope of our plan. "Right away," he said, his voice firm and resolute. With a slight bow, he turned and strode away.Immediately after Clinton left, I blended in seamlessly, as if I were part of the important people gathered there. We moved through the crowd with an air of casual confidence, engaging in light conversation with those around us, all the while keenly observing everything. My heart raced with the thrill of the deception; we couldn't afford to let our guards down, not f