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
DAMIAN'S POVI clenched my hands and hit the surface of the table. The anger inside me seems to freeze as I stare at Leah. Now that the source of my rage isn't someone insignificant, I find myself at a loss. I want to strangle her, but I shouldn't. I can't. I hope she didn't just say this to cover for the maid."everyone, leave this room", I bellowed and in a blink of an eye, the room was empty leaving just me and Leah. I hadn't taken my eyes off her yet and she stared back defiantly.There was no atom of remorse in her eyes.There was hatred, tho."Why did you do it, Leah?" I ask, my voice trembling from the effect of strained control. "Why, do you ask? Did you taste that extreme saltiness in your mouth? It's the same taste I felt when I discovered you had a mistress.", she replied, venom seeping into her voice.A mistress? What is she talking about?, I wondered, confused."Because I don't understand how you can come to me in the night, make love to me, and then, as soon as you
Leah's POVAfter he left me, speechless and heartbroken. His words cut deep. How could he say that he would have me anytime he wanted? Do I look like an object to him, something he can use for his pleasure? But in reality, he is right. I'm very stupid. I let my emotions cloud my judgment. After all my ranting and trying to resist, I shouldn't have even allowed him to hold me, let alone give in to his kiss. I feel like I have lost all control.I ran to my room, locked the door, and immediately sank to the floor, tears rolling down my cheeks.I feel worthless. No man has ever valued me, not my father, who doesn't care about me, not even Aiden, who I thought loved me for years. But then found out that he had been cheating on me and even got married again without batting an eye. And now I thought Damian was different, but in the real sense, they are all the same. They only care about themselves and their desires.I'm tired of being confined in this place. I need fresh air, I need to bre
Nathan POVI was preparing for the orders meeting, my mind racing with thoughts of the way the representative quarrels over any little matter.Honestly, I'm not feeling fully prepared to handle their clever banter and tough questions, but I don't have the luxury of opting out.As the head of the orders, it's my responsibility to lead this meeting and ensure that everyone is at peace with one another.As I walked into the grand hall, where we normally hold our meetings, I was immediately struck by the sense of importance and formality that filled the air. And then, my eyes landed on Vincent, standing, pacing back and forth. As soon as I saw Vincent standing and pacing back and forth, his eyes fixed on me with an air of agitation, I knew instinctively that something was amiss. His restlessness was a telltale sign that a problem was brewing, and my mind quickly went on high alert, my instincts telling me to be prepared for a challenging conversation."What's going on?" I asked, my voi
Nathan's POV"I have personally visited the scene, and while it's still early days in our investigation, the evidence suggests that Vincent's suspicions may be correct, this crime may indeed have connections to our kind.""However, I must stress that we are still in the process of gathering facts and following leads. We cannot jump to conclusions or make rash accusations. When we have concrete proof and have identified the perpetrator, we will take the necessary actions" I addressed."If our kind is indeed responsible for this crime, then I'm convinced it's the werewolves who are to blame," Delilah declared, her voice dripping with disdain and a hint of venom. "They've always been arrogant, moving around with impunity, thinking they own the city and can do as they please""Let's not jump to conclusions or make any hasty assumptions just yet," I cautioned, "We need to take a step back, gather all the facts, and understand the full scope of what's happening before we start pointing
Damian's POV I sat in my office, the bitter taste of coffee lingering on my tongue, my gaze fixed on the screen as I attempted to decipher the perplexing images before me. Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the soft hum of the computer and the gentle rustle of papers scattered on the desk. The quiet in the room made the moment feel heavier, making the mystery in front of me even more puzzling.Just as the door let out a faint creak, shattering the silence, I paused mid-sentence, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I lifted my gaze; Clinton walked in, his expression somber."What's the problem?" I asked, irritation creeping into my voice. "I need some privacy right now. Can't it wait?"Clinton's eyes locked onto mine."Have you seen the news?" he asked, his tone low and serious."What news?" I asked.Clinton took a step closer, his voice measured. "There's a report about a group of high school kids who went missing during a field trip."I shrugged, my tone indifferent. "Wh
Leah's POV"So he doesn't want to see me?" I asked."No! It's not that, he's busy, that's why he asked the driver to take you out shopping," Nana replied."I don't wanna go shopping. If I did, I would've told him. I just want to see him," I said."You have to be patient with him. Master is swamped with work right now," Nana said."Busy? Or he don't wanna see me? I know he's been avoiding me for the past two days. He's such a coward," I said."Instead of you staying here, sulking, why don't you go out shopping and have a little time for yourself," Nana suggested.You know what, she's right. I've been cooped up in this house for two days, and it's time for a change of scenery.Maybe getting out and having some alone time will help me shake off these obsessive thoughts about Damian. Honestly, it's getting out of control, I'm dreaming about him, craving his presence constantly... it's like I'm addicted to the idea of him. And the worst part? He doesn't even want to see me.The rejection
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