"Marry me." Damien Blackwood smirked, golden eyes darkening. “Come again?” Sofia gripped the contract, her heart still raw from Jake’s betrayal. “No emotions. No strings. Just a contract.” Damien chuckled. “And why do you need a husband, sweetheart?” “Revenge,” she admitted. “I trusted him. He slept with someone else. In our bed.” Something flickered in Damien’s gaze—something possessive. “You think I’ll pretend?” Sofia frowned. “What do you mean?” He stepped closer, voice low. “I don’t fake things. Not my loyalty. Not my obsession. If you become my wife, you become mine.” She should’ve walked away. Instead, she signed. And everything changed. At first, it was just a contract. Then came the way Damien touched her—"Good girl." The way his voice dropped when another man looked at her. "Mine." Then came the nightmares—visions of another life. Another love. Him. Damien wasn’t just her husband now. He had been before. And she wasn’t just human. She was a white wolf. But Jake’s obsession turned dangerous. He would steal her again. Only Damien’s obsession burned hotter. No one touched what was his. And if Jake tried, he wouldn’t live to regret it. A wolf always protects what's his , I thought I married a billionaire, not knowing that he is a wolf, one that unleashed my powers I never knew existed
View More(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The room was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind. Not the kind that lulls you into sleep.This silence was cruel. Heavy. Mocking.Sofia’s body lay motionless in my arms, her head tucked beneath my chin, skin growing colder by the minute. The foam at her lips had stopped, but so had the color in her cheeks.She was slipping.And I was out of time.I cradled her closer, burying my face in her hair.“You said you’d never leave me,” I whispered, my voice cracking at the edges. “So don’t do this. Don’t make me live in a world where I can’t hear you laugh again. Don’t make me…”I broke.The words dissolved into silence.Because no vow. No bite. No rage could undo what fate had done.Unless I did the one thing I swore I’d never do.Unless I gave in.---The wind shifted again.And just like before, the shadows in the room stretched, curled, and thickened.A soft hum began to vibrate in the air, low and ancient.Then, she appeared.Saria.Sofia’s mother. The spirit w
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)The sound came first.A wet, choking gasp.Followed by a gurgle—unnatural and terrifying.My heart stopped.I was in the hallway, reading through a worn scroll when I heard it. At first, I thought I imagined it.But then came the second sound.A soft thud.Like someone struggling.Like someone dying.I ran.The door to the bedroom burst open under my hand.And there she was.Sofia.My Luna.Convulsing.Her body was seizing, her fingers curled tight into the sheets, and her mouth—her mouth was foaming, white and thick, choking her with every breath.“No—no, no—Sofia!”I dropped everything and rushed to the bed, grabbing her shoulders, trying to steady her.Her eyes fluttered open, wide, glassy.Empty.“Sofia—breathe, baby. Just breathe—stay with me!”She didn’t respond.Only gurgled again, thick saliva spilling from her lips. Her back arched violently.“Jaxon!! Ethan!!” I screamed so loud it shook the room. “Get in here now!”The door slammed open.“Goddess
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)She didn’t wake up.I waited. Hours.Held her hand, pressed kisses to her knuckles, whispered every memory we ever made into her ear like they were spells that might pull her back.She didn’t even twitch.Not even when I said the words she always leaned into:“Mine. You’re mine, Sofia. Come back to me.”But her chest only rose and fell in that same shallow rhythm, her pulse barely flickering beneath my fingers.She was here. Her body, warm. Alive.But her spirit—buried somewhere deep, unreachable.I refused to accept it.I stood up slowly, brushing her hair back from her face. “You made me promise not to leave you,” I whispered. “I didn’t. I came back. I’m here now. And I’m not losing you. Not again.”I pressed my forehead to hers. My voice cracked.“You hear me? I’m going to fix this. Even if I have to burn through time itself.”---The room darkened as I stepped into the hallway, my pack silent outside the door. They looked up, their eyes lined with the
(Sofia’s POV – Dreamworld / Final Memory)The snow had stopped falling.But the cold—**the kind that settles beneath the skin, into the soul—**remained.I stood in the great hall alone.No laughter.No footsteps.No fire burning in the hearth.Just the echo of a home that had already made up its mind to forget me.The tapestries that once told the story of our bloodline hung limp and grey. The same colors I’d worn during my rites. The same colors they had wrapped around me like a gift, pretending it was honor—when all it had ever been was a burial cloth.---At dawn, I woke to a whisper.Orin.He stood at the edge of my bed, already dressed in riding leathers. His hair was tousled, eyes dim with something that looked too close to guilt.“They’re leaving,” he said quietly. “Now.”I sat up. “And you?”He didn’t answer right away.“I fought them on it,” he said. “Tried to tell them it wasn’t right. But…” He looked away. “Mother says there’s no time.”There was always time.They just didn
(Sofia’s POV – Dreamworld / Past Memory)The snow came early that year.It blanketed the mountaintop estate in a white hush that made the world feel quiet—too quiet. The gardens where Mira once played were still. The air held a cold that slipped into your bones and made you forget what warmth ever felt like.I stood beneath the veranda wrapped in a fur-lined cloak, watching smoke curl from the eastern tower.It was the beginning of the end.I could feel it.The sickness had started to spread beyond whispers. It came with the cold, they said. It moved through the blood, through touch. And no one knew what it truly was—only that it took fast and left slower.But that wasn’t the worst part.The worst part was that my mother had changed.Her once-smooth brow was creased with something deeper than worry. Her silver hair had dulled, her presence felt brittle. Like a candle burning at both ends.She used to walk the halls with silent command, her word absolute. Now she paced. Fussed. Watched
(Sofia’s POV – Dreamworld / Past Memory)The first thing I noticed was the scent.Freshly crushed lavender beneath my bare feet. The air was heavy with spring—honeysuckle, warmed earth, the distant salt of sea wind.I stood on grass that hadn’t felt my touch in years.Not since I was a girl.Not since they were alive.Before war. Before abandonment. Before I learned what it meant to be alone.The house loomed ahead—not the penthouse, not Damien’s cold marble and glass, but home. The ancestral estate of my bloodline, all soft limestone and curling ivy and balconies framed with carved wolf insignias.Sunlight caught on the stained-glass windows like gold dancing over water.Too perfect.Too whole.This place was gone. Burned. Buried. Yet here it stood, untouched. And I…I was young again.I looked down at my hands—small, unscarred. My nails neatly trimmed, the white robe of ceremony brushing my ankles.No blood. No bruises.Just innocence.But something inside me—the woman I am now—knew
(Sofia’s POV – The Dream World / Past Memory)The air smelled like lilacs.Soft petals danced in the breeze as sunlight poured through the trees, warm and golden. I stood barefoot in the grass, staring at the massive estate I once called home. The windows gleamed, the stone walls stretched tall and proud, wrapped in ivy.It was beautiful. Too perfect.And completely wrong.Because this place—this memory—was gone.I blinked, looking down at my hands. They were smaller, more delicate. I was younger here. No battle scars, no marks of pain or loss.Just… a girl.A daughter.A forgotten Luna in waiting.“Sofia!”I turned, heart skipping, and saw them—my siblings—running across the lawn.Mira, the youngest, giggled as she chased after our brother, Orin. He was always faster, always daring her to keep up.And behind them, a taller figure—Mother.Not the ghost I’d seen in visions, but her, alive and glowing, her silver-white hair braided down her back, eyes sharp and proud.“Come on!” Mira sh
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)She wouldn’t wake up.I did everything.Held her. Shouted her name. Kissed her.And then, when the panic became unbearable—I bit her.Sank my fangs into her neck, into the bond mark I’d placed before.The claiming should have jolted her awake.The connection between mates was too strong to ignore a fresh bite.But Sofia didn’t flinch.Didn’t moan. Didn’t gasp.She just… lay there.Alive.But not here.And that broke something in me.I pulled back slowly, blood on my lips, her skin warm but unresponsive beneath my hands.“No…” I whispered, barely breathing. “No, no, no—please…”She was here, her heart beating softly beneath her chest, but her soul—her soul was somewhere else.I stood abruptly, fury burning through my veins.I would not lose her like this.Not again.I grabbed my phone and called my pack. “Meet me at the ridge. We’re running.”Beta didn’t ask why. He already knew.---An hour later, we shifted.I tore through the woods in wolf form, my paws
(Damien’s POV – Present Day)I held her like I’d never get the chance again.Sofia's blood clung to her clothes, her skin warm but trembling. I could feel her heartbeat—uneven, weak.Still alive. But she was fading.I swept her into my arms without a word.My pack moved around us in silence, handling the rogues. Jake was unconscious, breathing but barely. I didn’t care.I only cared about her.“Clear the road,” I ordered, voice like gravel. “We’re heading home.”Ethan nodded and took point while Jaxon got the SUV ready.I placed Sofia gently inside, climbing in beside her, refusing to let her go. She leaned against me, her head resting on my chest, eyes heavy-lidded.“I’m fine,” she whispered, voice faint.“No, you’re not.” I kissed the top of her head. “But you will be.”I didn’t know if I was promising her or myself.---Back at the penthouse, I carried her in like she weighed nothing.The lights were low, the air warm. Familiar.Home.I sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt in f
Sofia’s POV I swear, people needed a new hobby. As I walked out of my last cooking class for the day, my phone buzzed with a notification. I barely glanced at it, expecting another pointless email or a TikTok update. But then I saw the message preview, and my eyes narrowed. "Hey girl, I thought you should know your boyfriend has been messing around." I stopped mid-step, rolling my eyes so hard I almost saw my brain. Seriously? This again? This was the third random message like this in the past month. Different numbers, same tired accusation. I sighed and shook my head. Some people just couldn’t stand seeing a happy couple. I wasn’t stupid—I knew Jake. He wasn’t the type to cheat. We spent almost every day together, and when we weren’t together, we were texting, calling, FaceTiming. If he was cheating, he had to be the most efficient multitasker on the planet. I deleted the message without replying and stuffed my phone into my bag. Some people were so miserable they just wanted to...
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