NATHAN'S POVSitting down at the round table, I took my time to look at the other attendees of this meeting.Vincent, Hades, and Delilah all looking bored with Delilah using a file on her nails, Hades was focused on his phone while his body lay heavily on the back of the chair causing it to slant a little, Vincent was probably the only person who looked a bit interested in what I have to say.I leaned forward, laying my hands on the table without breaking eye contact. I needed one of them to break form, for their defiant expression to give away for guilt, even in just a split second.I needed answers.Finally, I broke the silence, saying "The last time we had this meeting, we made a plan which was supposed to be carried out today.The plan was to rat out Damian to the police to avoid interference in our investigation and also to bring Damian's sins to light.Every single piece of evidence we have concerning this case points to Damian as the culprit and knowing that we made the plan a
Damian's POV The press meeting has just ended, and the cameras have finally stopped rolling. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had deliberately held back the news I wanted to share, not because I wasn't ready to reveal it, but because I intended to tease them, to leave them with a sense of anticipation and curiosity.Under no circumstances will I ever breathe a word about their secret. Not only would it affect the orders, but it would also have a devastating impact on me on everyone, and even on Leah.So, I had no intention of actually revealing their secret. But I wanted to use the threat of exposure as leverage to keep the orders in line. I needed to show them that I wasn't someone to be trifled with and that I wasn't weak.By holding back the information, I had created a sense of tension, a sense of uncertainty that would keep them guessing. And that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be in control, to be the one holding the reins. And now, I had the upper ha
Leah's POV"What excuse can I give to leave this house?" I thought to myself.This morning, I felt an overwhelming urge to visit the restaurant, not driven by a desire to check on its operations, but rather by a deep-seated need to see Scarlet.On top of that, I have started feeling like a prisoner again, like I felt when I was in Damian's house, only that I was more comfortable there, but here I'm not. Lucy is making me uncomfortable.She's doing so many things to piss me off, and I'm unable to react because I'm trying to get in their good book.Lucy has been consistently finding ways to hurt me, all while pretending to be concerned about my well-being. A perfect example is when she spilled tea all over me, claiming it was an accident, feigning apologies and innocence. But I know it was no mistake, it was just an attempt to unsettle me, to make me feel uncomfortable and unwelcome.Not only is Lucy's behavior unsettling, but Aiden's gaze has also been making me increasingly uncomforta
Aiden's POVI seethed with anger at Leah's sharp words, but I bit back my retort. I had been deliberately gentle with her, despite her provocations, because I recognized her value in my quest to take down Damian. I believed Leah was the key to exploiting Damian's weakness, and I needed her on my side to succeed. That's why I had been tolerating her behavior, swallowing my pride and keeping my temper in check. Normally, I wouldn't hesitate to put someone in their place for speaking to me like that, but I was willing to make an exception for Leah - for now.Lost in thought, I didn't notice the presence behind me until I sensed a subtle shift in the air. I turned to find Lucy standing there, her eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. Lucy's sudden appearance startled me, my words sharp with annoyance. "I've told you countless times to stop sneaking up on me!" I exclaimed.Lucy's apologetic smile only partially softened her mischievous glint. "Oh, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist,"
Leah's POVAs soon as Aiden stormed out, I collapsed back onto my desk, overcome with emotion, and burst into tears.What have I done?! The memory of Damien's stricken face, etched with pain and rejection, sears my mind like a branding iron. I didn't mean to hurt him so much, but my sharp words cut deep. Now I feel terrible and can't catch my breath. Seeing the pain in his eyes makes me feel a strong sadness inside, like a deep wound that's growing bigger.I'm consumed by a forbidden empathy, a mercy I shouldn't be offering to Damian. He may not have kidnapped the children, but I witnessed his brutal act, the way he nearly took the life of an innocent child. That moment is etched in my memory, a constant reminder of his capacity for cruelty. Yet, despite everything, I find myself wavering, my heart inclined to show him a compassion he doesn't deserve.He's guilty, And because of that, he doesn't deserve a single tear from me. Whatever punishment or pain comes his way, he's earned it
Leah's POVI muttered under my breath, bewildered by the sight before me. "What in the world is she doing here, of all places? Is she trying to torment me like she always does "I thought to myself, my mind racing with possibilities. Her presence was like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and disoriented. I couldn't fathom why she would show up in my restaurant of all places.As I stood there, Lucy's eyes locked onto mine, and she flashed a playful, mischievous grin, I felt my heart skip a beat as she sauntered towards me with confident ease."I was just passing by, on my way to the spa," she said, her voice dripping with nonchalance. "Then I remembered your restaurant was around here, so I thought, why not? I'll pick you up, and we can go together. I'm bored, and I don't want to go alone." Her explanation was laced with a hint of innocence, but I knew better. Lucy never did anything without a reason, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was after."Why don't you go with
Leah's POVRed! I looked again into the mirror and a scream lodged in my throat.I remembered asking for a black dye.What I don't remember is asking for red. Why is my hair red? Not maroon, not dull, it's a road-stopping red.I look hideous. I looked again into the mirror and caught Lucy's expression. She is smiling. I turned back to look at her again and she was still smiling.This is her doing."What's wrong, miss", the voice of the stylist in charge of my hair broke through my anger clouded thoughts. "I asked for my hair to be dyed black, why is my hair red? I look stupid", I shouted at the stylist and her face paled. "Miss, I didn't, I didn't...", she stuttered out but I ignored her, I was fuming."You didn't, you didn't what? Why the fuck is my hair red? Didn't you see the dye, the color? Can't you read? Oh my God, what is this?", I asked, holding my hair in my hand as I stared at her, my eyes wild." What the hell is wrong with you? Is this how bad you are and they let you
THE ORDER A meeting was called among all the heads of the order and everyone was present.There was confusion, distrust, and accusations in the air. Everyone was antsy."Was his body found?", Nathan asked, not bothering to give any identity.His death was an unexpected shock, it had everyone in a chokehold." No, it wasn't. But his car was found and it looked destroyed and unsalvageable", Vincent answered."The order has nothing to do with this because if it has, there is no reason to keep it a secret.It is known that Damian is a threat that needs to be thrashed but I gave no go-ahead on any plans to take out Damian. So, I am putting this question out there, Which one of you is responsible for this attack?", Nathan asked, angrily. DELILAH'S POV Damian is dead, the greatest news of the century.He can burn in hell for all I care, he deserves nothing but destruction and damnation.I have always hated him but when he killed my vampires, my babies. I grew to despis
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