LEAH'S POV I washed my face and stared into the mirror, everything was looking hopeless. The clue I thought would lead me to greater findings has been quite slow.I don't know what step to take anymore, I don't know what to do, or who to meet, I am just left with my thoughts making weird assumptions and connections.I should have just called Scarlet to inform her of my findings, she would know what to do, who to call, and who to interrogate but still yet, I am hesitant to do so. I still don't want her involved in the case till I discover something. Sigh! All these thoughts are draining, annoying even, so I look away and start on my morning routine.Dressed up and ready to leave for my restaurant, I headed to the kitchen to meet the head chef."Good morning Chula, you look amazing. Are you ready to leave for your restaurant?", the head chef asked and I chuckled."Yes sir, I am ready to leave. I just came around to check up on you and you know to enquire about Bella too. She still has
Leah's POVI'm seething with anger, my gaze fixed on the house, and I can't help but direct some of that anger inward, too.If only I had just left her alone, not meddled, and taken her word for it when she said it was nothing. If I hadn't gone to visit her, hadn't threatened her, hadn't even considered helping her... none of this would have happened. I'm not a child, I know better than to think this is all just an accident. She called just now telling me to help her, so how come the fire?Angrily I stormed back to my cab and left there. My mind was consumed by a single thought, getting home and confronting Lucy. I'm done playing dumb, I know she is the one behind this, and I can't pretend not to know this. Today, I'm confronting that bitch, evidence or not. I'm tired and all I want is to face her and confront her, to let her know I know everything. What's her endgame? Why is she doing this? What's going on that I don't know about? The more I think about it, the more I realize the
Leah's POVI entered my room, still seething with anger, and was greeted by the ringing of my phone. I walked over to it and glanced at the screen to see who was calling, and it was Scarlet's name flashing on the display. I snatched up the phone and answered.The moment I picked up, Scarlet asked a multiple question, her voice so loud and concerned, "Leah, what the fuck is going on? Why have you been ignoring my calls?" she asked, her words tumbling out in a rush.I sighed, trying to summarize the chaos, "It's a long story, Scarlet..." I trailed off, unsure where to begin.Scarlet's voice was laced with worry as she rushed me with questions, "Tell me everything, Leah - every single detail! What happened? Are you okay? Where are you right now?" Her voice was filled with a mix of worry and frustration, and I could tell she was desperate for answers."Scarlet, calm down, I'm okay, I'm fine," I stammered, trying to reassure her, but my voice cracked and trembled as if tears were lodged in
Damian's POV"Have you gathered information on it?" I asked, staring at Clinton hoping for a good answer. Clinton hesitated as if he was thinking of what to say before responding. "Yes, I have managed to gather some information, but not much that can be helpful to us "I was disappointed, and I couldn't hide the frustration evident in my voice, as that wasn't the response I was expecting. "What do you mean you can't find anything helpful? We have enough resources at our fingertips, everything you need at all just for you to get this information that we need, so you are telling me that you can't even do this one simple job I gave you?"Clinton's voice was tinged with remorse. "I'm doing everything I can, Master. I'm trying my best."I have been feeling more angry and irritated, ever since I witnessed that unsettling scene at the lab. The memories of that day still haunt me so badly- the lifeless bodies, the strange markings, the reactions, and most importantly the green veins on the
Leah's POVI rushed downstairs and, as if fate was on my side, a taxi appeared just right in time. I hailed it and entered, slamming the door shut behind me. As I settled into the backseat, I gave the driver a clear instruction: "Follow that car!" I said, my finger pointing accusingly at Lucy's vehicle.I would have considered driving one of the cars from the compound, that would have been more convenient, but Lucy would have suspected something if she saw a familiar car tailing her. So, that is why I decided to play it smart and took a cab instead. The taxi continued to tail Lucy's car, maintaining a safe distance, Meanwhile, Scarlet's calls kept blowing up my phone, but I was so focused on keeping Lucy in my sight that I found her constant ringing distracting. And I had to put my phone on flight mode.We continued to tail Lucy, at first we were following a familiar route, which made me start doubting myself. Am I overthinking things? Maybe she's just going somewhere. What if I'm
Leah's POV The cab driver continued to tail Lucy's car, I was surprised because we were going back to where we had passed before, Then I realized we were going back to Aiden's house "This can't be real, how could she be going to Aiden's house" I thought to myself. I sat restlessly in the cab, my mind racing with too many questions, I was already thinking of different scenarios. Who was that strange woman? And who are the two men she came out with? How come Lucy went in and a strange woman was the one that came out? Why does she look so familiar? Like I have seen her somewhere before, but I know that's not Lucy, So how come she entered Lucy's car, even drove the car, and now heading to Aiden's house?As we got to the front of Aiden's house, I asked the taxi driver to stop, and I stepped out. That was when I witnessed something that made me so shocked and confused. The strange woman just honked on the horn, and when the guards came they opened immediately, and normally if they didn
LEAH'S POV "You need to leave that house and you need to do it quickly", came Scarlet's frantic voice.I was shocked by the urgency in her voice, scarlet has always been against my stay in this house but this vehement warning was new and if I might admit, a bit concerning."What are you saying? Why should I leave the house? We have a clue already and we can't give up now ", I told her but I could already feel her refusal."No, Leah, leave, now! I beg you, if you value your life, if you want to win, leave at this very moment ", she warned again."Scarlet, you are scaring me. You gotta explain what is wrong. What's going on? Why are you sounding like this? You are scaring me, I know you hate that I am living in the house but this is a whole other level. Explain something to me ", I pleaded and she sighed loudly."Leah, the picture you sent to me, you know the lady you said you saw, she is the reason why you should leave the house ", she explained but my confusion grew way more." I don
LEAH’S POV I am standing at a weird corner close to Lucy's room so I can watch her, as all corners of her room is visible from the corner but it is also hidden from the room.You may ask why am I hiding and watching Lucy? Wasn't I holding a weapon? Was it the plan? Well, the plan is the weapon and I am about to use it.Chill, I wasn't going to kill her or even hurt her, although I wish I would. I dropped the weapon and disbanded it, pulling out its bullet.The bullet was filled with liquid garlic and silver, and its purpose was exposure. If it shoots into a person, there will be an immediate effect, exposing if the person is a vampire or a werewolf. It may also kill this person.So, I am not going to use all of it, I just need a small portion of it. I opened the bullet and poured out its content until it remained little before covering it back up.I put the bullet into my pocket, fixed up the weapon, and hung it back. I left the shed, closed it after me, and replaced the removed bri
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