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 POV I slowly opened my eyes, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my head. I groggily sat up, placing my hand on my forehead, trying to ease the throbbing ache. I hadn't gotten enough rest. I had this nagging sense of being watched. It was unnerving, and I couldn't quite put my finger on why I felt so on edge. Perhaps it was just the uncertainty of the situation, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort.Is it a mistake to come here? Will I find what I'm looking for, or am I just wasting my time? Can he truly be capable of such evil?As I sat there, lost in thought, my mind was overwhelmed with a barrage of questions. But then, a gentle knock at the door broke the silence, shattering my thoughts. The sound transported me back to the time I was with Damian, memories of Nana came rushing back like a tidal wave. I remembered how she used to knock on my door every morning, her soft rapping a gentle wake-up call. By the time I opened my eyes, she would already have my
Leah's POVI wandered through the house, pretending to explore my surroundings, I was snooping around for any clues, no matter how small or insignificant they might seem. I had a nagging feeling that every detail could be crucial, and I couldn't afford to overlook anything.As I wandered through the house, I couldn't help but notice the changes that had taken place. It was clear that Lucy had taken it upon herself to redecorate.But I couldn't fathom what had possessed her to make such drastic alterations. The new decor was a far cry from the elegant and refined aesthetic I had once carefully curated.I couldn't help but think that Lucy's attempt at redecoration had fallen woefully short, and I found myself wondering what had driven her to make such ill-advised decisions.I ended up in the garden, where I stopped to think about everything that's been happening. But then I felt like someone was watching me.I spun around with a jolt, my heart racing, and that's when I saw her, Lucy,
Leah's POV"Is Damian the only hybrid within the estate?" Aiden inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly as he awaited my response.I was taken aback, my mind racing with surprise. I had anticipated questions, yes, but not this. I had expected Aiden to pry into my relationship with Damian, to ask if he loved me and if we were happy together... but this? This was a curve ball I hadn't seen coming. The question caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily stunned and scrambling to regain my composure."None that I know of," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.But Aiden's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he pressed on. "None that you know of, or you are not telling me the truth?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism."I have nothing to hide," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "Damian didn't exactly treat me with kindness, so why would I bother protecting him?"I added."I don't know," Aiden said, "Maybe you enjoyed the benefits of being with him, and that's why you're
DAMIAN'S POV I have been in my office room trying to get some work done. The keyword here is trying because my mind has been boggled down by the thought of the recent events that have been happening these few days.Getting my mind off it has been my top priority today but it seems it can't leave my mind. I have caught myself a couple of times staring into a blank space, lost in thought.Sigh!I have never gotten this affected by anything before.I have known myself to get through anything but this, this has been crazy.At the forefront of my mind, the threat from the order stands. If I can recall properly, this day will be making it a week since it has been issued.And supposedly today is the day it is supposed to be acted upon but nothing yet. I had always thought that it was a bluff, an empty threat since it was issued by Nathan but one can't be too sure.I had Clinton increase the security systems around the estate and my men are on standby and if anything as so much as a weird b
DAMIAN'S POV Reaching the site of my company, I got out of the car and walked towards it. There were firefighters around and a few ambulances.There was also press but I ignored them, pushing past them with the help of Clinton and a few of my men.I headed to the man who seemed to be in charge and asked him to brief me on the damages.He reported that the fire started at the part of the building with fewer people and there wasn't any death but a few of my staff were critically injured.I looked back to see Clinton behind me and I asked him to find out the cause of the fire and he left promptly. I also left and went up to the ambulances to check up on my staff. In a few minutes, Clinton came back to my side. I finished my talk with the medical services personnel in the ambulance before turning to face him. "So, what was it?", I questioned him."Master, it was reported that the fire was caused by a naked wire. It sparked", he answered and I kissed my teeth.I rubbed my forehead whil
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