DAMIAN'S POV He reached me, curiosity written all over his face, "what is going on here? Why did you ask me to come over here? And why are they digging around this place? This is a police-restricted area and the investigation is still going on", he asked."Calm your tits. Something came up and this had to happen "," What the fuck is..." The children are down there and we need to get them out," I said and he paused, obviously speechless." What.... What...... what do you mean? How did you get to that conclusion?", he finally asked, after being mute for a few seconds."We were almost on the right path but there was one thing we were doing wrong, we were looking for a building, a visible one. I found, sorry Clinton found some files in Aiden's car that Leah left in my house, and after a few minutes, we found out that the location of the missing children was not above the ground but below it," Huh"" Yes, the children are down there right now and we are trying to rescue them. I am kee
Damian's POV Clinton took the office phone, dialed Vincent's number, and handed it over to me."We don't need to waste time anymore I have found more evidence on Aiden," I announced as soon as Vincent picked up the phone.Vincent let out a mocking laugh, clearly surprised and struggling to believe what he was hearing. "Aiden?" he repeated as if trying to confirm that he had heard me correctly."The coward Aiden? It's still very hard to believe that he's behind all of this," he added, disbelief evident in his voice.I understand that Vincent is struggling to believe it, especially since no one, not even I, would suspect Aiden of being capable of something like that. It’s frustrating because everyone had underestimated him, dismissing him as a coward. "Unbelievable I know but Aiden is responsible. I have all the evidence to prove it—pictures, videos, transactions—everything shows that Aiden is behind the kidnapping of the children, and he is trying to create hybrids," I replied."But
Nathan's POV"Aiden's wristwatch was found at the scene, right in her pool of blood. It has to be Aiden," my assistant declared with unwavering confidence, holding the wristwatch up for me to see."And everything we have gathered as evidence points directly to him," he continued as if he were trying to eliminate any lingering doubts in my mind.I was utterly speechless, standing there frozen, my mind racing in a whirlwind of confusion. Not that Aiden wasn't capable but Scarlet!!! Of all people. I couldn't comprehend what I was hearing. And that left me genuinely surprised. How could this be? Scarlet wasn't just an agent she was like a daughter to me and Aiden knew this, part of our agreement was to leave my daughters out of it.When I discovered that she was dead, it sent shockwaves through me. We immediately started our investigation, determined to uncover the truth behind her tragic demise. It was during this process that we found Aiden's watch at the crime scene. And that was ex
Nathan's POV"What!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with disbelief. "There's no way we are going to grant Damian an audience; he's an abomination!" I began, my heart racing as the weight of the situation sank in. And before I could even finish, Vincent chipped in, his voice rising in anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "But an abomination wasn't the one that killed children, a full-blooded werewolf was the one that did it!" He paused, his eyes blazing with intensity as if daring anyone to go against what he just said."So there's no reason why we shouldn't grant Damian an audience, at least to listen to what he has to say. Maybe we can bring Aiden down with Damian," he continued, his tone shifting slightly as he tried to make his point clearer. What's all this that Vincent is saying, he knows we can't grant Damian an audience, someone who has declined our invite many times.Plus I always knew that bastard wasn't dead, he could fool everyone but he couldn't fool me. "With eve
Aiden's POV"What did Nathan call to tell you?" Lucy asked eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation as she leaned closer.I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Damian is alive and he is coming for me!""And the orders already know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the news pressed down on me, and I could feel a cold sweat forming on my brow. She hissed, her voice low and urgent, "Oh, don't mind Nathan. He's just bluffing. The orders have no resources strong enough to come at you." She leaned in closer, her eyes serious. "The only person we have to worry about right now is Damian because he has people and resources to do that.""That bastard should have stayed dead" she muttered under her breath.She tried to assure me, but I didn't need all those reassurances. My mind was racing, focused solely on winning this war."Okay, but is our army enough to take on Damian?" I asked, my voice laced with concern, a faint glimmer of fear creeping in. I tried to mask it wit
Damian's POV“We are here” the driver announced as soon as we got to the location of the meeting, the car stopped, and I got down, and I scanned the surroundings, looking for any sign of trouble. I came prepared with my men in case the orders wanted to prove themselves and do anything stupid.But when we got to the entrance, I gestured for the other men to stay outside while I went in with Clinton.As we were about to enter, a guard tried to stop Clinton, using his hand to block his way. I shot him a deadly stare, my hand clenched in fits as I silently conveyed the message that any interference would not be tolerated.In an instant the guard got the message, he removed his hand and let Clinton in.And as soon as we entered, Nathan, Hade, Delilah, and Vincent were already seated."You can sit over here," Hade offered me a spot as I walked in, gesturing toward an empty chair at the table.I just looked at the chair and shook my head. "I'm not here to sit, what I came to say is brief a
AIDEN’S POV “Regarding the whole money lost from the burst lab, we have to curb down on the specimen to be collected and experimented on”, I said out loud, not looking up from the transactions paper we were finally going through.Lucy let out a laugh, “ so we are now referring to humans as specimens, whew, that was good “,She wiped at her eyes before she continued speaking, "Anyways, we don't need them much any longer, we are almost close to a breakthrough. I hate the involvement of outsiders and I just want to finish all the this. This closeness to success is getting into my head and it is driving me crazy “." I understand, it is just so close, I can taste and I can't wait for the world to see the future we have planned for them.", I said and we both laughed." Thank you, thank you for your existence in my life. I appreciate your support in this plan. You are a big part of its success “, I told her causing her to smile before going back to the papers.Grrrghm!Grrrghm!Someone wa
NATHAN'S POV Everywhere is rowdy, every body is only concerned with giving their opinions. The order is having another meeting, Damian is not present and unfortunately, he is the topic."Why do you think he can be trusted? What great thing has he done to earn your trust?", Delilah blurted out, hitting the nail on the head while everyone was beating the bush."Do you think he can be trusted?", she finally asked, after a moment of quiet, directing the question to Vincent."No, absolutely not and that is a fact", I answered, Delilah started nodding in approval."And why is that?", Vincent asked, his voice full of steely conviction, " he didn't kill the children, he didn't kidnap them. He didn't do anything he was accused of, so why can't he be trusted?".I frowned, replying " Because he is a terrible person. He doesn't have to do everything you just mentioned before you know that he is not to be trusted.Plus he lied about his death…he is not truthful so ignore whatever bullshit tale he
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