Leah's POVLeaving the dining table after Damian departed, I stood up and declared, "I'm full," before making my way to my room.As I got to my room, I quickly reached for my phone and dialed Scarlet's number, eager to connect with her."Damian has left the house, and I feel like this is the best opportunity for me to sneak out so we can see," I said."Okay, let's meet at our favorite coffee shop" she replied."Wow, I had no idea the coffee shop was still up and running," I exclaimed."And whose fault is that? You refuse to visit," she challenged."It's not time for all that. I have to be quick before Damian gets back," I hurriedly remarked, as I hung up.I sneaked out through the back door, the same route I used when I sneaked to my restaurant last time. It was a bit trickier this time since I had spent more time in the mansion, and some of the maids had recognized me, but I had a scarf on, so I managed to slip out successfully......As I saw Scarlet, we embraced each other tightly
LEAH'S POV Oh! What is he doing in my room?What has he seen? My eyes darted from the man to my opened laptop, the jotter lying open, and back to the man.I wondered what he knew.Did he go through my stuff? Has he realized that I lied? Did he send someone to follow me?Has he realized what I'm up to?"Leah, where are you coming from?, he asked again but I still kept mute. I was deciding if I was going to spin some elaborate lie or be dramatic.I remembered Scarlet talking about a woman's charm and I was thinking of every terrible thing that has happened to me to make crying easy.He won't stay angry at me if I start crying out of the blue.He took a step towards me and I unconsciously took a step backwards. I watched his expression and I saw that despite his anger, he was worried.There was care and concern and even fear on his face and I got skeptical about using my so-called womanly wiles.If he did find out something, he would have looked and sounded angry.He didn't find out a
DAMIAN'S POV I had to stop, I can't give in to the temptations Leah poses. I moved away from her when our lips got so close and my eyes darted from her lips to her neck pulse.My mouth watered as I tried to remember when last I fed. The hunger that held me was overwhelming and the knowledge that I might hurt if I give in and feed from her kept me grounded.I gave a flimsy excuse and walked out of her room, hurriedly heading to mine. When I got to the room, I immediately rang for Nana.I paced my room restlessly, wondering how I let it get this bad. Nana knocked a little on my door and I announced that she come in."You request for me, master", she said, her head down."Yes, I did. Bring me the new girl", I instructed her and she nodded a little, said "Ok master, I will be right back", before leaving.In a few minutes, there was another knock on my door and I bellowed out permission.The door knob twisted, the door opened and a girl shyly trudged inside followed closely by Nana.The
Damian’s POV " You don't understand, Leah. Let me explain to you ", I offered but she threw spit at me." I don't want to. I don't want to understand you, I don't need your explanation. I want you to go, I want to leave and never see your face ever again", she yelled." Leah, just let me explain. Give me a minute please ", I begged." I rather give the devil a minute to end my life than listen to you. I can't believe I defended you when everything they were accusing me of, was true. You are truly a monster, a deadly one.And, oh God, I stayed with you and was blinded to this side of you. I hate you, I hate everything about you ", she quarreled.I couldn't defend myself, I didn't want to. I am taking this as my punishment.But it hurts nonetheless, the words coming from her are like daggers to my heart.She finally stood up, holding her bag close to her chest. She fixed on a look that brews with hate and anger.I watched her clean herself up and we both stood watching each other. Elec
LEAH'S POV He loves me He loves me not He loves me He loves me not He loves me, he said he loved me but I walked away from him.He said I should stay and trust him but I walked away.I couldn't stay not after hurting him with my words, not after seeing him be a beast.The image still haunts me, clouding my emotions for him, clouding my faith in him. How would I have been able to stay?How would I have been able to look at him every day after seeing him like that?I wouldn't. I would hate him. I would be disgusted with him. I would hate to stay. I would despise me for betraying those kids.I didn't mean to hurt you, Damian but I needed to. I need justice for those kids.I turned to see if he was still standing but he had already left.Oh, Damian! Oh, my lover, I am sorry.My heart got heavy and I let out a cry. Why does it have to be like this? Why does it have to be you? After everything you did, after healing my heart, after making me love you, you did this. My heart mourned
AIDEN'S POV While I was heading to the sitting room, I had no expectations of who I was supposed to be meeting. Neither Lucy nor I have any friends who would come over for a visit.When I saw who called for me, I stopped walking for a while, not quite visible to her yet. I watched her for a while as she looked around the room, I was stunned. She was the last person I was expecting, I couldn't move, all I could was stare at the woman in my sitting room.Leah? Here? What's she doing back here?She looks different. Her eyes are puffy and a bit red, it looks like she has been crying. Her clothes and hands have a bit of dirt on them.She is holding a bag that seems to contain clothes, she is running away.What happened to her? Why was she running away? What did Damian do to her? She has no visible wounds but her eyes, her eyes hold pain.Leah, why are you here? I walked on, into the sitting room and she turned to look at me. My eyes roamed her body to check for any telltale signs of he
Leah's POV As the guard led me to my room, my mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts, emotions, and questions. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach, and my head spun with worries. "I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing," I thought to myself as I second-guessed my decision to come here. But Scarlet's words kept echoing in my mind, convincing me that this was the right path. She had told me that she had traced a suspect who might be involved in the kidnapping of the children, but by the time she got to the person, he was already dead.However, Scarlet was able to access the person's phone and discovered a trail of suspicious transactions - multiple alerts showed a large amount of money coming in. When she dug deeper, tracing the source of the funds, she was led to Aiden's company. This new lead raised more questions than answers, so I wanted to find evidence, I wanted to be sure.She confided in me that she hadn't shared her suspicion
Damian's POV"Clean this mess" I ordered, one of the maids that came to my room.My hand throbbed in pain, dripping with blood from the relentless punching of the wall and the shattered remnants of my frustration. I hastily grabbed a handful of tissues to wrap around my wounded hand, attempting to stem the flow of blood, before making my way to my office.A torrent of emotions ravaged me, as anger and sadness entwined like venomous snakes, poisoning my mind. The sting of Leah's rejection unleashed a maelstrom of memories, each one a painful reminder of every rejection I had ever faced, every hateful word that had ever been hurled my way. The ghosts of my past came flooding back, haunting me with the sickening feeling that I was somehow unworthy, unlovable, and forever doomed to be rejected. The whispers of "not good enough" echoed through my mind, taunting me with the cruel lie that I was flawed, that I didn't measure up, that I was destined to be alone. I'm desperate to escape thi
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