Damian's POV"Did they buy it?" I asked Clinton"Yes, they bought it," Clinton said with a hint of satisfaction. "The internet is in a complete frenzy, with everyone scrambling to uncover the truth. And surprisingly, a significant number of people are convinced that you're dead.""Good," I said, nodding my head in approval. "That's a great starting point."Faking my death was never part of my life agenda but after a cryptic warning from an anonymous source landed on my phone, I became very much alert.The random text message was brief, yet chillingly clear: "You're likely to be targeted in an attack."My mind racing, I wondered who could have sent it and what their motives were. Was it a genuine warning or a mere prank? I had no idea, but the message sparked a sense of unease that lingered long after I read it.As my desire to uncover the truth grew increasingly consuming. I became determined to identify the person behind all this. And then, an intriguing idea struck me - what if I w
Damian's POVAs I asked the question, he attempted to respond, but the tape covering his mouth stifled his voice, rendering it barely audible. I gave Clinton a signal to remove the tape from Vincent's mouth. As soon as the tape was gone, Vincent's face twisted in anger. "What the heck are you doing?" he asked in a loud, harsh voice. He looked confused and furious at the same time.An unsettling suspicion had been brewing in my mind since the beginning of the children's case, and I knew I couldn't just watch especially when I was being targeted, I had to act. So I gave Clinton a task, to watch Vincent closely and monitor his every move after the failed attack on me.After gathering enough information, I took a bold step and took him against his will.I did this because I think Vincent is a lone wolf. Although he is part of the orders, his actions, and his every move are to benefit humans more than anyone else.So, I don't think he has a personal beef against me, no grudge that could c
Leah's POV I gripped the steering wheel firmly, as I stared fixedly at the gates of Damian's estate. A sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach.My mind was a jumble of thoughts, I couldn't even recall how I'd ended up here, in front of his estate, but the truth was, I had been thinking so much about him lately. Everyone believed he was dead. But my heart refused to accept it. I still had a strong feeling that he was still alive. I couldn't shake off the feeling, no matter how hard I tried.But then, it's been weeks since his disappearance, and the silence was deafening. No official statement from his team, no hint of his whereabouts, no nothing. The uncertainty was suffocating, making it hard to breathe, and hard to even think. I have been trying so hard, to keep up with the act, to pretend like everything is fine. But it's not fine. It's getting harder. So much harder. Everything is getting to me, It's driving me nuts. I'm tired, so tired, of pretending, I'm tired of
Damian's POVWhat the...?! Leah! "Wait? Am I tripping?" I whispered to myself.I took a deep breath to calm down, as I just stood there, trying to process everything.What on earth is she doing here? How did she even manage to enter? I knew the news about my death would shake her but not to the extent I thought. My mind is racing with questions, and I'm struggling to wrap my head around this surreal moment. For a split second, I even thought I was hallucinating, but no, she was standing right in front of me, her tears soaking into my shirt. After I met with Vincent, we came to a mutual understanding and he agreed to work with me. I allowed him to leave with a stern warning, that he would not to mention to a single soul that I was alive. With our agreement in place, I felt a sense of relief, but still, I couldn't trust him, so I told one of my men to watch his every move.After his departure, I knew it was time to devise my next strategy. However, I soon realized I had forgotten a
LEAH'S POV I was sneaking out of the house Oh ok, I am not But, I am leaving the house, a bit sneaky tho, like a man leaving his one-night stand after post-nut clarity hits but in my case, the guilt and confusion after my pleasure was staggering.I left because of a lot of reasons, more like ran out. It all seemed too much, Seeing Damian alive and succumbing to the rush of emotions that engulfed me.I mean, I had little hope that he was not dead because his body was not found but seeing him in person, touching his body that had no bruise was unbelievable and I was stunned.I had, for a second, imagined how life would have been for me if Damian was truly dead and the only words that could conveniently convey the picture were total misery and sorrow.I knew that if I had truly and hopelessly lost him, I would become a shell of a person. That was probably the reason why I was soft and yielding in his arms.I wanted reassurance, I wanted soft words and touches, I wanted love, I wanted
LEAH'S POV I finally looked away when I couldn't see him again, I caught sight of my face in the glass and I saw that it was wet, I didn't cry.I mean I did but I didn't know when I did, I probably didn't realize it because I was too focused on not leaving the car to run to him. My plans made no more sense to me as the last look I had of Damian kept running through my head.I wiped my face but that prompted more tears to rush out and I just kept on cleaning and sobbing. I shouldn't have slept with him but it's done and I can't take back time, but I miss him, I miss him terribly.The driver took a look at me through the mirror and his expression was a mix of sympathy and confusion. I didn't blame him but I also did not offer any form of explanation.How can I explain that I truly love and miss the man that I just finished hurting with my words? How would it seem to the world? How do I define the duality? With no reasonable answer, I folded myself, and turned my face away, focusing on
LEAH'S POV It's morning and I had barely slept, my mind was consumed by the event of yesterday, especially the bite marks. I felt like I ought to call Scarlet and tell her everything but I ignored the feeling, I wanted to do this on my own, I wanted to do something big without Scarlet's help and knowledge.I needed some kind of breakthrough and this might be it, those bite marks and whoever had inflicted themGetting the maid to talk would probably be a bit hard especially as they don't live in the house during the weekend but I would do it, I will find something, I must find something and it has to be today.And questioning the maid is safer outside this house than in it.While I was fixing up my bed, I remembered something very crucial. Those bite marks are very familiar they are very similar to the ones found on the dead children. Damian's marks look way bigger than those, the person's fang is way smaller and, obviously more deadly.I paused and wondered, if I find the person tha
DAMIAN'S POV I'm lying in bed, facing the ceilings, my arms folded under my head, totally bored out of my mind. The days are long, too much time to do everything and now, I wish I learned how to have solo fun.My mind looked for what to do and the thought of Leah flitted into my head. I immediately clung and delved into it and settled down to wonder about the different possibilities of her situation as I have always done.Why did she come here? Does she need help? Why did she let me kiss her, more like kiss me?I let out a whoosh of air as I remember every second of what was probably the most amazing sex of my life.She brought back feelings that I had fought to ignore since she left and now she has left again and I have to suffer for it, for loving her, for wanting and adoring her.SighAgain, why did she come back? Was it really to satisfy her curiosity? To confirm if I was dead? Is it a part of her elaborate and confusing plan with Aiden?I rolled to my sideIs she in cohort with
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