LEAH'S POV My head bangs. That was the first thing that occurred to me as I regained consciousness. I lay still as I waited for the banging to stop or at least subside before I made a move. I also used the chance to listen for any noise but everywhere was dead silent but still I didn't move. I waited for a few more seconds, minutes, I don't know how long I laid down with my eyes closed but I did wait until it was less painful to open my eyes. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinked once, twice, and looked around the room, everywhere looked dirty and unfamiliar. I don't know where I am and I can barely remember why I am here or what I am supposed to be doing here, my memory is hazy and thinking makes my head hurt. I made the move to rise up and although it was quite painful, I did it and took another look around the strange room. Still, my mind came up blank, I can't remember anything but alarm bells are ringing in my head. I stood up and walked to the door, tried the doorknob to s
LEAH'S POV"You witch", I said as I struggled to stand up under Lucy's watch. The look on her face was way too innocent and that infuriated me more.Stable on my feet, I rushed to her ready to push her off the way and run away far from this room, from her and to Damian, to safety but I was sent reeling back from the force of her slap.I lost all control of my senses for a couple of minutes, blood rushed to my head and my legs wobbled causing me to fall back down and involuntarily let out whimpers.Slowly regaining control over my senses, my eyes moved to Lucy and I stared at her in bewilderment. My eyes roamed around her body, taking in her delicate features, focusing more on her small hands as I wondered why her slap pack had that much force that disoriented me badly.Now, there is a snarl on her face as she looks down at me, I feel so small, diminished by her. She took a few steps towards me and closed the door after her, she didn't take her eyes off me as she said, "Do not delude
DAMIAN'S POV The news of the dead children has mounted so much pressure on me to look for any means to find the remaining children. I spurred into action by sending more private investigators into the situation, putting out information to the public that there would be a sumptuous and mouth-watering reward for anyone who had any information that would prove useful in the finding of the children.I have gotten a few calls with useless information and I had let Clinton curse them out. I also instructed the private investigators to report to me daily.I also hired a retired detective to come over to the house and help me with my investigation. Every second that counts is more like a ticking bomb.I was scared of another news carrying the report of another death of a child connected to this case, which might be the height of my failure.Vincent also called with information regarding the missing children and I immediately relayed it to a few of my private investigators to hasten up their
DAMIAN'S POV He reached me, curiosity written all over his face, "what is going on here? Why did you ask me to come over here? And why are they digging around this place? This is a police-restricted area and the investigation is still going on", he asked."Calm your tits. Something came up and this had to happen "," What the fuck is..." The children are down there and we need to get them out," I said and he paused, obviously speechless." What.... What...... what do you mean? How did you get to that conclusion?", he finally asked, after being mute for a few seconds."We were almost on the right path but there was one thing we were doing wrong, we were looking for a building, a visible one. I found, sorry Clinton found some files in Aiden's car that Leah left in my house, and after a few minutes, we found out that the location of the missing children was not above the ground but below it," Huh"" Yes, the children are down there right now and we are trying to rescue them. I am kee
Damian's POV Clinton took the office phone, dialed Vincent's number, and handed it over to me."We don't need to waste time anymore I have found more evidence on Aiden," I announced as soon as Vincent picked up the phone.Vincent let out a mocking laugh, clearly surprised and struggling to believe what he was hearing. "Aiden?" he repeated as if trying to confirm that he had heard me correctly."The coward Aiden? It's still very hard to believe that he's behind all of this," he added, disbelief evident in his voice.I understand that Vincent is struggling to believe it, especially since no one, not even I, would suspect Aiden of being capable of something like that. It’s frustrating because everyone had underestimated him, dismissing him as a coward. "Unbelievable I know but Aiden is responsible. I have all the evidence to prove it—pictures, videos, transactions—everything shows that Aiden is behind the kidnapping of the children, and he is trying to create hybrids," I replied."But
Nathan's POV"Aiden's wristwatch was found at the scene, right in her pool of blood. It has to be Aiden," my assistant declared with unwavering confidence, holding the wristwatch up for me to see."And everything we have gathered as evidence points directly to him," he continued as if he were trying to eliminate any lingering doubts in my mind.I was utterly speechless, standing there frozen, my mind racing in a whirlwind of confusion. Not that Aiden wasn't capable but Scarlet!!! Of all people. I couldn't comprehend what I was hearing. And that left me genuinely surprised. How could this be? Scarlet wasn't just an agent she was like a daughter to me and Aiden knew this, part of our agreement was to leave my daughters out of it.When I discovered that she was dead, it sent shockwaves through me. We immediately started our investigation, determined to uncover the truth behind her tragic demise. It was during this process that we found Aiden's watch at the crime scene. And that was ex
Nathan's POV"What!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with disbelief. "There's no way we are going to grant Damian an audience; he's an abomination!" I began, my heart racing as the weight of the situation sank in. And before I could even finish, Vincent chipped in, his voice rising in anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "But an abomination wasn't the one that killed children, a full-blooded werewolf was the one that did it!" He paused, his eyes blazing with intensity as if daring anyone to go against what he just said."So there's no reason why we shouldn't grant Damian an audience, at least to listen to what he has to say. Maybe we can bring Aiden down with Damian," he continued, his tone shifting slightly as he tried to make his point clearer. What's all this that Vincent is saying, he knows we can't grant Damian an audience, someone who has declined our invite many times.Plus I always knew that bastard wasn't dead, he could fool everyone but he couldn't fool me. "With eve
Aiden's POV"What did Nathan call to tell you?" Lucy asked eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation as she leaned closer.I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Damian is alive and he is coming for me!""And the orders already know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the news pressed down on me, and I could feel a cold sweat forming on my brow. She hissed, her voice low and urgent, "Oh, don't mind Nathan. He's just bluffing. The orders have no resources strong enough to come at you." She leaned in closer, her eyes serious. "The only person we have to worry about right now is Damian because he has people and resources to do that.""That bastard should have stayed dead" she muttered under her breath.She tried to assure me, but I didn't need all those reassurances. My mind was racing, focused solely on winning this war."Okay, but is our army enough to take on Damian?" I asked, my voice laced with concern, a faint glimmer of fear creeping in. I tried to mask it wit
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