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
LUCY'S POVI wasn't originally a vampire, I was a shapeshifter. Most of the recent generation are not aware of their existence, well maybe because, it was wiped into extinction.This happened so many centuries ago when man was as powerful as a werewolf. They were not having any supernatural powers but they were strong and could kill a werewolf if in a battle with one.They were deadly and they hate every other part of the supernatural especially the shapeshifters, because we are the weakest of all.We have no other power but just the ability to shapeshift, they were our bullies and because we want peace and don't want to be killed, we allowed it.I was the daughter of the head of shapeshifters and I was spoilt recklessly, being given everything I wanted, if I just ask. I lived the life of a princess and had a lot of girls jealous.I also had most of the guys fawning over me and then I just turned 20 so my mom was okay with me dating a boy, as long I present the boy to them first. I wa
DAMIAN'S POVArriving at the estate with Leah just feels unreal, I couldn't stop looking at her as I held her in my arms. When we got to my house, I gently helped her leave the car and led her to her room.Before our arrival, I already made plans to increase the security around the estate, especially my house. Leah's room has been equipped with everything needed to make life better for her and also make it easier for the doctor to take care of her.We got her into her room and Nana was already waiting, I passed her into her care and waited while she took care of her. Leah was bathed, dressed, and led to her bed but unlike the previous times, she didn't fuss about it.The doctor finally arrived and went into her room to begin her check-up, I watched him check her eyes, did some flexing of the body, pulled some instruments I don't know the name of, and used them on her.When he was done, he focused on the stomach and started a scan of the baby. After he was finished, he pulled off his g
DAMIAN'S POVMy eyes moved back to the doctor, my mind still struggling to process the words. Fifty-fifty chance. Leah might die. During delivery. The twins. My blessings, her curse. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. Still couldn't speak, couldn't think. All I could do was stare at the doctor, willing him to take back his words.But the doctor just sat there, his expression sympathetic but firm. I finally found my voice, my words tumbling out in a rush."What are we going to do? There has to be a solution. Something we can do to...to save her. To save them."The doctor's expression turned grave. "Apart from abortion, which is no longer an option at this stage, I'm afraid there's little we can do right now. But I'll keep monitoring the situation, and we'll do everything we can to ensure the best possible outcome."I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine. "You're saying I might have to choose between my wife and my children."The doctor's eyes we
DAMIAN'S POVI walked into my office with Clinton, my mind still reeling from the doctor's warning and the news I was just getting. Why now? Why now of all time? The very moment I am faced with a challenge, life hits me with another one.I am getting pissed off with the whole situation, pissed off at the doctor, pissed off at Clinton, and especially pissed off at Delilah for choosing such a time to be an annoying bitch to the world.My office phone rang, shrill in the silence. I knew it was Vincent immediately and so I picked up, trying to sound calm. "Vincent, what's up?""Have you seen the news yet?" Vincent's voice was tight with urgency."No, I haven't. What happened?" I asked, my gut already twisting with foreboding."Just watch the news first, and then we'll talk," Vincent said, his tone grim.I grabbed the remote and switched on the television. The news anchors' faces were somber, their voices serious."...and reports are coming in of creatures attacking humans in the city of 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