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
CHAPTER 26DON'T BLAME MEDAMIAN’S POV “Have Lloyd gotten my message?”, I asked Clinton." Yes, master, he has. I delivered it to him this morning”, he answered from the front passenger seat.“Apart from the meeting with the detectives that are coming concerning the hand gloves, do I have anything else for today?”, I questioned further." No, master, you don't.", he answered me, slightly turning towards me.“Okay”, I responded , turning my attention to my phone.But he turned fully to face before saying “you don't have to worry about them, they are here because the hand gloves at the scene of the crime was manufactured by one of our company.”Jerking up to look at him, I smiled at his words.“ I know that already and I'm not worried. I know there's no issue. I mean, the humans don't know of my reputation as the feared hybrid. But the only thing I'm bit worried about is the order being involved in this and finding a way to pin this on me.They won't miss a chance to ruin me and this