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 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
Leah's POVSitting in this same chair, reminiscing about the last time I was in this room two years ago. I had avoided hospitals since then, haunted by them."Mrs, are you listening?", the doctor's voice broke through my thoughts, his voice calm as ever."Oh yes" I replied with a smileSure that he had my total attention, he sat down on his seat and placed a file before him." Ma'am, I am here with your test results and it's a miracle", he said, smiling.Suspicious, I asked, "What's a miracle, doctor? The crazy pain that I am feeling? Because that is not feeling miraculous".He chuckled, opened the file, and flipped it towards me so I could see what was written on the page he opened to.I stared until my eyesight became hazy and teary then I looked back up at the doctor. His smile was wider but I couldn't move my lips to utter a word."Can you explain what I am seeing?", I finally asked."You are pregnant. That is the only explanation", he answered.A cold shiver ran down my spine as
Leah's POVMy soul screamed in pain, refusing my body the ability to hold life. I rose, trying to save myself some dignity but the pain got worse so I lay back down. I grabbed around for Aiden but he already left the room. The driver took my hands instead and helped me up, leading out of the room, to the car.When I got in, the driver asked me where I would want to go and the only place I could think of was the hospital because of the immense pain I was feeling.Resting my head against the windows, trying to assuage the pain, I ignored the passing scenery. The pain got worse, and my belly badly cramping.I felt it first, the grasp of death before I saw it, the trail of blood down my leg. I screamed and told the driver to hurry up. On getting there, I was rushed to the emergency room. It was amidst the intense pain and blood Loss, that I passed out••••••••••••As I slowly opened my eyes, the sterile scent of the hospital filled my senses. The bright fluorescent lights above cast an
Leah's POVOuchMy head hurts badly, light dancing in its raw form in my eyes the few times I tried opening it, causing me to shut it back.When I felt a bit stable, I opened my eyes again and noticed I was still in the hospital and in the same room I left.The memories are hazy, I clearly remember leaving this room to go up the ledge, I remember falling off, I also remember being saved by someone and judging by the feel of their arms, it's a male.Was it Aiden? No, it can't be. But what if he came back? To me? A bit of me, the extremely hopeful bit was delusional.Still trying to figure out what exactly happened, the doctor came in, smiling with relief."The nurses told me you had woken up so I decided to come to check up on you", he announced as he walked towards me."So Mrs, how do you feel in general?", he asked, wearing back his stethoscope. He looks genuinely concerned about my state of being."I feel fine, just a little bit disoriented", I answered, as truthfully as I could."I
DAMIEN'S POV"I wouldn't do that if I were you, brother ", I told Aiden ignoring the curious looks on Leah's face." And if I do, what would you do?", Aiden choked out, his voice seeping with fake confidence.Anyone with eyes could see him shaking with fear but I would applaud him for doing his best to look tough.I let go of his hands and added a few more steps towards him, eyebrows raised, lips set in a smirk, the picture of arrogance beautifully painted."I would hold you by the neck and squeeze it till your eyeballs bulged out then at the last moment, I will use my bare hands to carve a hole in your chest, feel the last beats of your heart before pulling it out, and feeding it to you...""What the hell?" Aiden shouted, interrupting me. I watched him clench his fist, his eyes burning in anger but his mouth tells of his helplessness. I chuckled, " I don't like being interrupted, Aiden, it might get me pissed off and you are going to hate what I will do when I get pissed off"The
LEAH'S POV*****"You are the famous hybrid!! What do you want with me?", I asked, my mind racing with different thoughts.He didn't reply to me, his face was blank and he felt withdrawn. But I was drop-dead terrified, my eyes were bulging, and my hands slightly trembling.Every word that I have heard about the terrifying and ruthless man ran through my mind, I heard he killed his mother after he was birthed, and was rejected by his father, the Alpha of the shadowfell pack.He disappeared for years and came back super rich, but he still wasn't accepted in society, so he formed his own pack with the few wolves loyal to him and called it the Darkwater pack.People say he drains the life out of his victim by sucking their blood, I also heard that he can't be killed and that's why the Order couldn't do anything about his existence.I remembered the warnings my dad gave me concerning him. Another thing I remember clearly is the hate in his voice when he speaks about the hybrid, the existin
DAMIAN'S POVZephyr's voice filtered into my head. "Damien, what are you doing? You're killing her. Stop it."My thoughts raced back, "I... I can't. I can't stop myself."Zephyr's voice grew more urgent. "You need to stop. Look at her. She's dying. Get your fangs out of her."My inner voice trembled, "My God, she's delicious. I... I just can't stop."Zephyr's voice, filled with frustration and desperation, replied "If you don't want a dead body in your arms by the end of this, I ask that you snap out of this?"That snapped me to my senses. With a shudder, I forced myself self to pull my fangs from Leah's neck. I licked the bite marks to stop the bleeding and aid the healing. As I did, my heart pounded, both from the rush of the moment and the struggle within myself.Leah, barely conscious, groggily looked up at me and weakly asked, "What just happened?"Not sure myself, I looked into her eyes, compelling her, "You are to forget everything that happened here at once and go to sleep"
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