AIDEN'S POVI stared at the chaos or the remains of it as I tried to process everything. I was in shock, nothing like this has ever been done. Who could have thought?A zombie? And not even a weak one. That's what a hybrid's blood would do to a human being. I looked at Leah, or more specifically, her belly as I still tried to wrap my mind around everything.Seeing Lucy strut out, I hurried to meet her by the doorway, "that, that over there was a complete disaster, a thing of shame and I just want to leave here", she complained, anger clear on her face."Calm, my lady. You need to chill about this, this could be the breakthrough we need. We can fix this, we could make something better out of this", I offered, took her hands, and brought her in, going straight for the dead specimen.I crouched down, picked up its head, and started my little examination of it. Their eyes were too green, a lot of wrinkles around the spine area, enlarged and greenish veins around the brain areas, enlarged
LEAH'S POVThe same scene plays again, my blood is collected, some chemicals are mixed into it and injected into some poor random human and it fails. No matter how many times this happens, it still doesn't deter them from their stupid goal.I watched another human being dragged in and forcefully strapped and it pissed me off, more than the fact that I keep getting drained of my blood, ''Please, please, aren't you tired? How many humans are going to die before you stop these maddening failures of an experiment? You have what, 15, 20, 25, I don't know, I have lost count of the number of people you all have turned to some weird type of thing and even killed. Is it not glaring enough? People are dying because you, Aiden are deluded, how are you even okay with that?", I yelled at Aiden and Delilah, who stood behind the glass, staring at the doctor while he mixes his stuff."Shut up bitch, maybe someone or something out there made you the person in charge of the welfare of humans but I don
Damian's POVI jogged towards Aiden's property, and honestly, that has been my routine for the past few days. Each time I jog, I keep a careful distance, trying to monitor everything that is happening around there. I focus on counting how many cars come in and how many leave, trying to piece together the puzzle of what might be going on.Lately, I have noticed that the number of cars that come into the mansion has increased. It's clear that something significant is happening, which has piqued my curiosity even more. So, I find myself jogging around the area repeatedly, each time hoping to catch a glimpse of what's unfolding, to gather more clues that would give me an idea of what's going on.I noticed that a lot of cars came by again, so I decided to jog back to my property. As soon as I reached there, I saw Clinton standing outside, clearly waiting for me.From a distance, I could already see the distress etched on Clinton's face, which made my heart race. I quickened my pace, feeli
Damian's POVWe are already deep into the night, and as per our plans, the moment has come to make our move into the mansion.The guards have expertly smuggled Clinton and me inside the vehicle they use for bringing humans. Our strategy was simple yet effective: I blended in seamlessly, pretending to be one of the humans. As we approach the mansion, each heartbeat echoes the urgency of our mission. The humans are numerous, and they do kidnap them, so I positioned myself right in the middle to avoid drawing attention.As we drove into the compound, the guard suddenly stopped the vehicle. Panic surged through me, and my heart raced as if it might leap from my chest. The fear of failing before we had a chance to unfold gripped me tightly. The actual plan was to follow the humans inside, and the guard had provided us with crucial details about Leah's room and the location of the lab. Our first stop was Leah's room; if she wasn't there, we would then make our way to the lab, hoping to s
Leah's POVI was lying on the bed, completely drained of energy. And I had almost believed that this was how it would end for me. For days, they had been extracting my blood, using it to fuel the creation of this strange creature. I was at my breaking point.Despite my exhaustion, I had fought hard to hold on, not for myself but for my baby. The thought of that little life kept me going, a flicker of hope in the darkness. But now, as I lay there, the struggle felt incapable to overcome. My body ached, and my spirit was weary. I could feel the last remnants of my strength slipping away, and I wondered how much longer I could endure this torment.I had already begun to entertain the thought of giving up when suddenly, a voice pierced through the haze of my despair. "Don't worry, I'm coming to save you." In an instant, my senses heightened; I knew that voice, it was Damian. I scanned the room, my heart racing, but I saw only the guards. I turned my head slightly, straining to catch a g
Damian's POVI panicked when I looked at Leah, I could see life draining out of her. Instead of heading to the property I had just purchased, we made a quick decision to drive to another location. The original place has been compromised.As soon as we arrived at the new location, a doctor was already waiting for us. We rushed Leah inside without wasting a moment. The doctor conducted a series of tests, and it was revealed that Leah was critically low on blood. The urgency of the situation hit us hard; we needed to donate blood to her immediately to save her life.As I heard those words, I wasn't even thinking straight when I said, "I can, I can!" My desperation to help Leah consumed me.But instead of the doctor doing his damn job, he looked at me and said, "You look weak, you just finished fighting. We need someone else." His words felt like a punch to the gut, intensifying my frustration and fear for Leah's life.What the hell is he saying, someone else? Where did he think he would
Leah's POVI was shaking, my body trembling as remnants of the nightmare clung to me like a heavy fog. I adjusted my position, trying to shake off the lingering fear, but it was no use. Suddenly, I jumped up, my heart racing as my eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, struggling to process where I was. Panic surged through me when I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder, a jolt of fear coursing through my veins.But as I turned to look, relief washed over me when I saw it was Damian. Without thinking, I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Delilah, Delilah has an army! We have to do something about it, and we have to do it immediately," I exclaimed, my voice muffled against his shoulder. "I have seen the creatures, and they are bloodthirsty! It's not safe; the human world is not safe!" I continued to talk, my words spilling out in a rush, as I clung to him for comfort.Then suddenly, I felt Damian's hand on my tummy, his touch gentle. "When Aiden told me, I didn't bel
LUCY'S POVI stared at the mirror for a while, unable to see myself. I went through the events of the past days and kissed my teeth. Only a man who fails to listen to a woman will fall into scraps.I paced around the room a bit, wondering how I would confirm the news, who should I use? I couldn't think of anyone, and I couldn't send one of the creatures.Despite them having a mind of their own and following instructions, I don't want to risk the life of one of my babies, especially when it might be true.I plummeted into a reading chair, close to the window and stared outside. The scenery around here is nice, Aiden would have loved it.I am back in Hawaii, although not back to the previous house, didn't want to leave myself open for attack so I got Aiden to buy another house, a bigger one since we are housing extra people.I begged him to leave with me but he refused adamantly, I told him of the weird feeling of premonition that I got, I felt something bad was going to happen and we h
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