Leah's POVA lot was going through my mind, as I kept my gaze fixed on Lucy, searching for any indication, no matter how small, to know if the plan worked or not, but there was no sign at all.What happened? I remembered watching her drink the orange juice, but then...nothing. I don't know how long I was knocked off, and why exactly did I even have to faint at that particular time.Why do I always put myself through this, I don't understand again why did I have to put in so much effort just to fail at the end.My mind was flooded with relentless thoughts, each one mocking me, making me feel so stupid as I stared at Lucy, smiling so brightly, the orange juice still in her hand.She stretched her hand, offering me the orange juice, I was shocked, I quickly sat up straight on the bed, confused, my hands now heavy to carry, I couldn't bring myself to collect the juice, I just continued staring at her.What's this devilish woman up to this time? Did she know? Of course she knows, I'm certa
Leah's POVWhat I witnessed sent me into a state of panic, it even triggered a paralyzing anxiety attack.The thought sends shivers down my spine, what if I had not fainted, and stood witness to this, face to face? I would have been consumed, my mind shattered, my very essence shattered by the encounter.After I managed to get over it and calmed down a little, I watched the recording over and over again, like I couldn't even count how many times I watched it.And no matter how many times I replayed the footage, and how slow I played it, I still could not seem to wrap my head around what I was seeing. I saw Lucy transform into that strange woman I had seen came out of that house, and got into her car, only to shift back into Lucy in the blink of an eye. It was like a flash, but it happened, I saw it.I even slowed down the footage to confirm what I saw, and that was when the truth hit meLucy can shapeshift.I had heard tales of shape-shifters, of course, we have the common supernat
Leah's POVAs I remained hidden, I strained my ears to listen in on their conversation. However, the distance muffled their words, forcing me to inch closer. I carefully shifted positions, holding my breath, until their voices became crystal clear.The moment my dad opened his mouth, his words struck me like a thunderbolt. I was so taken aback that my hand instinctively flew to my mouth as if to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. The revelation was too much to process, leaving me breathless and puzzled.The instant my mind recovered from the shock, the first thing that came to my mind was "I need evidence." It was as if my brain had automatically switched to survival mode, urging me to gather proof.And without hesitation, I swiftly brought out my phone ready to capture every detail.It is almost like I have delved deeper into this case, so many things have been happening. I'm uncovering secrets, and exposing lies. It never occurred to me that if I went deep into this case I
Leah's POVI burst out of the hospital, urgency coursing through my veins. I hailed a cab with a swift gesture, my eyes locked on the address Scarlet had sent me. "Take me here," I directed the driver, my voice firm and resolute as I pointed the phone to him.After what the doctor told me, I knew I shouldn't be pushing myself to the limit. I know I need to take a step back, sit down, and think about things because my health is in danger. Yet, here I was, racing against time.But at this moment, revealing the truth to Scarlet felt more pressing than my health. The burden of secrets threatened to suffocate me, And I felt I needed to get it off my chest.As we arrived at the address, the place looked like a hidden warehouse. I instructed the taxi to stop, and I stepped out, when I got down my senses heightened. The unfamiliar surroundings sent a shiver down my spine; I had never been here before. And it's kind of unusual for Scarlet to ask us to meet here, but I didn't think too much
Leah's POVOverwhelmed with grief, I clutched Scarlet's lifeless form, my body racked with sobs. I shook her, begging her to open her eyes, to come back to me. My voice was hoarse from screaming.As I held Scarlet's limp body, a sudden realization dawned on me. Her words echoed in my mind: "Delilah and Lucy are the same person." The puzzle pieces clicked into place, and I knew, with chilling certainty, that they were the ones behind this heinous act.I seethed with rage, my mind racing with the devastating truth. "They are all evil," I muttered, my voice barely audible. Delilah, Aiden, my father - the names echoed in my mind. Each face represented a piece of the twisted puzzle that had done this to Scarlet.As I stood frozen, Scarlet's final instruction echoed within me: "Call Damian." Initially, I believed Lucy was the only one doing everything, pulling the strings and all, But it seems like she is just a part of it. My father and Aiden are also playing important roles in everythin
Aiden's POVLeah crumpled on the floor, her body soaked with sobs, her whole body shaking, as she stared at her dead friend who was lying close to her. And I just stood there watching the heartbreaking scene with a smile spreading across my face.As I watched the scene before me, a sense of satisfaction washed over me like I had just completed a difficult mission.I felt no remorse, not at all for ending Scarlet's life. In my mind, I felt like I had granted her far too much grace, I allowed her to overstep boundaries.I noticed everything, how she was going around digging, I even sent several threatening messages, warning her to back off, but no, she was too stubborn, thinking she could expose us, so she ended up finding out about Lucy's secret as a shapeshifter. So I thought it was time to end her so the secret won't come out.I didn't marry Lucy because of love or any fantasy. I saw an opportunity and decided to seize it, Lucy and I have a common agenda. And that agenda is to crea
Damian's POV"Is the car ready?" I inquired, preparing to leave the house."Yes, sir," Clinton responded sharply.I was preparing to leave my house since I had an impending meeting with Vincent. At Vincent and I last meeting, I had asked Vincent to get me all the files about the experiment. So he reached out to Clinton later to set a meeting so we could meet secretly.I was so surprised, when Vincent reached out to Clinton to arrange a meeting, though I knew he wanted to find the person behind the children's kidnap so bad, but I also had doubts about his ability and loyalty. But this has led me to believe that Vincent is indeed on our side and he is making an effort to show his support. As I arrived at the place, Vincent greeted me with an air of urgency. "Thank God you are here," he exclaimed, his expression grave. "I think this thing is far bigger than we initially thought."My curiosity piqued, staring at Vincent. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my tone laced with confusio
DAMIAN'S POV “What do you mean by they can't find her?", I questioned Clinton, panic clawing its way through me.“Uhm, master, the private investigator on her case reported her missing after she went to the…”, he tried saying but I cut him off saying," What are you saying? She can't be missing. We should have gone to look for her ourselves, I should have gone to find her”.Clinton looked at me helplessly and I sighed, I knew something was wrong concerning Leah, and that had prompted me to arrange for someone to look for her.I couldn't go nor could I send my most trusted person, Clinton in my stead because everyone believes that we are dead and now I have to settle for using a private investigator, and the best ones I know and have been working on my case.But still, yet, I couldn't help but feel like the report was right, based on the fact that I could barely feel her and my instincts had been going haywire concerning her. I wonder what could have happened to her.Where could she
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