DAMIAN'S POVAiden was quiet, I punched before asking again, "Where is Leah? Where is my woman? Tell me now". But Aiden was still mute. I almost doubted my compelling power as I asked him an entirely different question.He answered correctly and I punched him again, screaming in his face, ''Why won't you tell me anything about Leah? Tell me where she is, tell me now, goddammit".But he was still mute, I got scared and released him from my grasp before sitting back on the chair, "she is not dead, is she?", I asked hesitantly but he shook his head slowly.Relief as I have never known filled me and I sighed heavily before leaning forward towards him, "If you are sure she is not dead, then you know where she is, you know her location at the moment, so please tell me', I said, almost pleading.He still was mute and I looked at him as confusion wrapped its hands around me. "If you know something about her whereabouts, tell me something, tell me anything. Tell me something I need to know",
DAMIAN'S POVAn unborn child, my unborn child. Leah was pregnant, she was carrying a baby, my baby, our baby.And I didn't know, I let her be harmed when she was pregnant with my child.Fuck!! I looked away from Aiden who had a growing smirk that looked a bit menacing with the blood all over his face. Standing up was more automatic than intentional as my thoughts were everywhere.I didn't know what I was feeling anymore and I couldn't bring myself to rely on my feelings, it all seemed too much to deal with and I didn't want to deal with anything that would crush me in the presence of Aiden.'But my baby, Leah is pregnant for our baby', was the only thought my brain could recognize and register. Thinking about it again, I almost lost my footing as I staggered a bit before grabbing the chair.Why didn't I know? Why was I so blind to see it and fucking protect her? I internally screamed the questions to myself and still yet, I had no answer and that's what kills me.I don't know, I don't
Leah's POVThis place is an improvement over where I was before. The doctors are constantly checking up on me to ensure I'm doing okay. I can't say I'm happy, especially since I'm still held hostage, but at least I feel more secure here. Compared to my previous circumstances, I have to admit that this environment is better and, most importantly, safer. Knowing that the doctors are here monitoring my health gives me some peace of mind, especially concerning my baby.The doctor reassured me that my baby was doing fine, which was a huge relief. At this point, I have come to accept that escaping is not an option. They have tightened security even more after my last attempt, making it clear that any chance of getting away is slim.And I used to complain about not seeing Lucy when I was at the former place, but now, at least she comes into my room regularly. Unfortunately, it's not for any friendly visits, she takes every opportunity to taunt and insult me, reminding me of how I had fai
Aiden's POVI sat there in the dimly lit room with my hands chained and my legs tied, lost in my thoughts. I knew Damian's power to compel was a looming threat, but I was happy that Leah was within my reach. And that was the main reason I made sure not to ask Lucy for Leah's location, fearing Damian's ability to extract information. I'm even glad I made that choice; if I hadn't, I would have lost all hope, and Damian would have had the upper hand. As I sat there, I couldn't help but reminisce about everything that unfolded during the war. To be honest, I was far from happy. I lost nearly all my men, and the only victory I had over Damian was Leah. "I will do anything possible to ensure Damian can't get his hands on Leah, she's my only chance" I whispered to myself, a surge of determination igniting within me. I knew that if I could keep her from him, I could use her to create more hybrids. Despite everything, a flicker of hope remained in my heart, reminding me that I still had th
Damian's POV"He has been in this same location for two days now," Clinton said, his gaze unwavering as he stared intently at the iPad in his hand."He is trying to lay low, he is smart, I will give him that," I replied, my voice steady. I leaned closer, my heart racing as I considered the implications of his actions. "He might be thinking that we are trying to track him," I added. I could feel my pulse quickening, the weight of the situation pressing down on me as I glanced at Clinton, who was now biting his lip, clearly grappling with the same worries. So, the thing is, we kept a tracker on Aiden. It's like a body tracker, an inside tracker, It happened when we brought him into the confrontation room. We had given him water to drink, and he took it without hesitation, completely unaware that we had slipped the tracker inside the bottle.I planned to track him because I knew he would head to where they were keeping Leah. I could almost feel the urgency in my gut, knowing that time
Damian's POVAs I heard Clinton's announcement, I sat upright, urgency coursing through me. "Where is he currently?" I asked, my heart racing.Clinton glanced at his iPad, tapping the screen before replying, "He is moving out of his house; he's heading towards the airport."Airport! That caught me off guard, to be sincere. I hadn't expected this sudden shift in plans."Why the airport?" I asked, almost expecting Clinton to have the answer. "I thought he was meant to go to where Leah is.""Or could it be that he knows we have a tracker on him?" Clinton suggested, raising an eyebrow."No! I know Aiden might be acting smart and all, but he's too foolish to realize there is a tracker on him. He is heading towards where Leah is," I explained."And if he's heading towards the airport, that means Leah is not in Hawaii," I added, piecing the puzzle together in my mind."Where is Leah? Where is he heading to?" That was the question swirling in my mind."Shouldn't we follow Aiden immediately?"
Aiden's POVI was in the car, comfortably seated in the back, with the driver driving me around the streets. For days, I had been holed up in my mansion, following Lucy's advice to stay put. She was convinced that Damian's men might be keeping an eye on me, and I knew I couldn't risk being tracked down by them. So I remained in my mansion, isolated and alert, waiting for the right moment to make a move.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I checked my surroundings and saw that the coast was clear, no one seemed to be watching. That was when Lucy sent me the location I had been waiting for. And with a sense of urgency, I left my mansion and set off towards the location she provided. As I made my way to the airport, I couldn't help but glance nervously at the side mirror, occasionally turning back to check if anyone was tailing me. I needed to be certain that I wasn't being followed.In no time I landed in New York, and a driver was already waiting for me. He quickly ushered me
LEAH'S POVI paced around the room for a long while and I almost created a deep dent in the floor before I caught myself and dragged my ass to the bed where I tried to still my mind.I ignored the weird pain that had my heart in a strong grip but I couldn't help but massage my chest slowly. I sat up and crossed my legs while shutting my eyes close, my attempt at meditating. I did the deep breathing in and out that supposedly helps reduce the intensity of emotions so I wouldn't cry. He didn't deserve my tears, he was a terrible man and didn't deserve my mourning for him.He wouldn't mourn for me as he was among the people that put me in this situation and I am still yet to forgive him. He doesn't deserve anything and especially not my tears.Eventually, one slipped out almost causing the dam to break but I caught myself in time and stood up and continued my pacing around the room, focusing on all the wrongs he had committed against me, all the ways he had hurt me, broken my heart.'bu
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