The moment they stepped inside, Sofia’s breath caught in her throat. The entire living room was transformed into something out of a dream. Soft candlelight flickered across the space, casting golden shadows on the walls. Delicate red rose petals were scattered across the floor, leading a path toward the center of the room where a small table for two was elegantly set, complete with fine china and crystal glasses. More roses adorned the corners of the room, their fragrance mingling with the warm vanilla scent of the candles. Sofia turned to Damien, eyes wide in astonishment. “Damien… when did you do all this?” He let out a low chuckle, his golden eyes filled with amusement. “I’ll always do anything to make you smile.” She pressed a hand to her chest, touched beyond words. “You’re unbelievable.” He smirked, reaching for her hand. “Come. That’s not everything.” The Closet Surprise
A Romantic MorningSofia stirred as the scent of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet filled the air. She blinked her eyes open, stretching lazily as the morning sunlight streamed through the curtains.Her gaze landed on Damien, who was sitting beside her on the bed, holding a tray of breakfast.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, smirking.Sofia sat up, eyes widening as she took in the beautifully arranged meal—golden-brown pancakes drizzled with syrup, fresh strawberries, crispy bacon, and a steaming cup of coffee. A single red rose rested beside the plate.Her heart melted. “Did you… make this?”Damien smirked. “I had some help.”She chuckled, picking up a fork. “Still, this is… perfect.” She took a bite of the pancakes and let out a content sigh. “How do you always know exactly what I like?”Damien leaned in, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because I pay attention.”Sh
The courthouse doors swung open as Damien and Sofia stepped outside, the cool breeze brushing against them. The weight of the trial still lingered in the air, but it was over—Jake was sentenced, and justice had been served.As they walked toward the car, hand in hand, someone suddenly bumped into them.Sofia stumbled slightly, but Damien’s grip on her tightened, steadying her instantly.When she looked up, her stomach twisted.It was her—the woman she had found with Jake that night.The woman’s eyes were red and puffy, as if she had been crying for hours. She wrung her hands together, her gaze desperate as she looked at Sofia.“Please,” the woman choked out. “Please, Sofia, I need to talk to you.”Sofia stiffened, her heart pounding.Damien’s golden eyes darkened as he stepped slightly in front of Sofia, his presence a silent warning. “You have five seconds to explain yourself before I remove you from
The drive back to the penthouse was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. Damien’s fingers remained intertwined with Sofia’s, his thumb tracing slow circles on her skin. The air between them was calm, but Sofia could still feel the lingering weight of everything that had happened.As they stepped into the penthouse, she let out a soft sigh, feeling exhaustion creep into her bones. Damien shut the door behind them, pulling her gently into his arms.“You did well today,” he murmured against her hair.Sofia leaned into him, closing her eyes. “I don’t feel like I did anything.”“You faced it,” Damien said. “That’s enough.”She let out a slow breath, nodding against his chest.After a moment, Damien pulled back slightly, his golden eyes searching hers. “There’s something else we need to talk about.”Sofia frowned. “What is it?”He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “The ritual we did weeks ago… it’s
The soft hum of the IV filled the quiet room. The moon had long since disappeared behind the horizon, leaving only the dim glow of the bedside lamp to cast golden shadows across Sofia’s face.Damien hadn’t moved from his spot. He sat beside the bed, one hand wrapped around hers, his thumb slowly stroking her skin.She had been unconscious for hours, her body still weak from the shift. He hated seeing her like this—so still, so vulnerable.A low growl rumbled in his throat. He had prepared her for this, but nothing could have prepared him for the way it felt to watch her collapse in his arms.The doctor had assured him she would be fine. That this was normal.But patience had never been Damien’s strength.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he felt her fingers twitch in his grasp.His golden eyes snapped to her face.“Sofia.”Her eyelashes fluttered, her breath hitching as she slowly ope
The morning after the full moon felt different.Sofia woke up feeling… stronger. Her senses were sharper, her body lighter, as if a weight she hadn’t even realized she was carrying had been lifted. The soreness from her transformation was still there, but beneath it was something else—power.She sat up slowly, her silver eyes adjusting to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains.Damien wasn’t in bed, but she could feel him.It was strange—this new connection between them. Like a tether, invisible yet unbreakable, linking her soul to his.She swung her legs over the bed, only to pause.She could hear things she normally wouldn’t. The distant hum of the city outside. The soft footsteps of Damien moving somewhere in the penthouse. The slow, steady rhythm of her own heartbeat.A slow smile spread across her lips. So this is what it feels like.She stood, stretching, letting her body adjust to
(Damien’s POV)The moment Sofia’s body went limp in my arms, the world stopped.“Sofia?” My voice was sharp, edged with something raw. I shook her lightly, but she didn’t respond. Her head lolled against my chest, her lips parted, her breathing uneven.No. No.My pulse roared in my ears as panic surged through me—a rare, unfamiliar sensation that I didn’t welcome. I pressed my fingers to her neck, feeling the sluggish beat of her heart. Too slow. Too weak.I snapped my head toward the restaurant staff, my voice dark and laced with fury.“Call an ambulance. Now.”The hostess froze, eyes wide in terror, before fumbling for her phone. The other guests had started murmuring, sensing the shift in the air, but I didn’t give a damn about them.All I cared about was the woman in my arms.I scooped her up, holding her close as I stormed out of the restaurant. The second I stepped outside, my driver was alre
(Damien’s POV) Sofia was still unconscious. I sat beside her hospital bed, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. The soft beep of the heart monitor filled the room, but it didn’t ease the fire burning inside me. Someone had tried to take her from me. I wouldn’t stop until I found out who. I stood, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be back, sweetheart,” I murmured. “I won’t let this go unanswered.” Straightening, I turned toward the guards stationed at the door. “No one gets in or out unless I say so. If anything happens, you call me immediately.” The lead guard nodded. “Understood, Alpha.” I didn’t wait for a response. I was already moving. At the Restaurant – Accessing the CCTV The restaurant was still operating like nothing had happened, its warm lights glowing against the evening sky. But
(Sofia’s POV)The excitement from seeing my culinary shop lasted the entire day.I ran my fingers over the polished countertops, admired the perfect kitchen layout, and even tested the state-of-the-art equipment. Every detail was exactly how I’d dreamed it.Damien had built this for me.For hours, I couldn’t stop smiling.And Damien?He watched me the entire time.His golden eyes followed my every move, filled with something deep, something unreadable.By evening, we returned to the penthouse, my heart still racing with excitement.I turned to Damien, grabbing his hands. “I still can’t believe you did this.”His smirk was lazy, confident. “Believe it, sweetheart. It’s yours.”I bit my lip. “You really think I can run it?”He cupped my cheek, tilting my chin up. “I don’t think. I know.”Warmth bloomed in my chest.I pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “Thank you, Damien.”His grip tightened slightly. “You never have to thank me.”He kissed me, slow and deliberate, like he was sealing a pro
(Sofia’s POV)I woke up to an empty bed.Damien’s side was cold, like he’d been up for hours.It wasn’t unusual—he was always up before me. But something about today felt different.His mood had shifted overnight. He’d been distant. Watching me too closely. Like he was waiting for something to happen.I sighed, stretching before sliding out of bed. The second I stepped into the hallway, the scent of fresh coffee and something sweet filled the air.I blinked. Damien doesn’t cook.Curious, I followed the scent to the dining area.And then I froze.Sitting on the table was an envelope with my name written in Damien’s sharp handwriting. Beside it, a set of keys.I frowned, picking up the letter."Meet me outside. I have something for you."My heart skipped.What was he up to now?---Fifteen minutes later, I stepped outside, finding Damien leaning against his car, waiting.His golden eyes locked onto me instantly.He smirked. “Took you long enough.”I crossed my arms. “What’s going on?”H
(Sofia’s POV)“I think I just remembered something.”The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them.Damien stood in the doorway, his golden eyes sharp, unreadable.I barely noticed.Because for the first time in forever, I had a piece of my past—something real.“I saw my mother,” I whispered, my heart racing. “She looked exactly like her… like the mother I lost.”Damien’s body tensed.I reached for his arm, my excitement bubbling over. “Isn’t that amazing? I’ve been trying to remember for so long, and now—”“It’s just a dream.”The sharpness in his voice made me blink.I frowned. “No, Damien. It felt real.”He exhaled, stepping past me into the room. “Dreams feel real all the time, sweetheart. But they’re not. It’s best if you ignore it.”I shook my head. “No. This was different.”He ran a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at me.Something was wrong.“I know it was real,” I pressed. “You don’t understand how much this means to me! I finally have a piece of—”“Sofia
(Damien’s POV)Ethan returned with nothing.“I searched everywhere,” he said, frustration heavy in his voice. “No one has seen the old woman. It’s like she never existed.”I clenched my jaw, barely stopping myself from breaking something.She came to us. Spoke about a curse, about death, then vanished like a ghost.None of it made sense.Jaxon exhaled. “What now?”I didn’t answer.Because if she wouldn’t come to us, then I would force her to appear.---I locked myself in the library, pacing.The scent of old parchment and leather filled the air, but I couldn’t focus. Books were useless. The woman had answers, and I needed them.Now.A cold gust of air swept through the room.I turned sharply—And there she was.Standing in the dim light, wrapped in heavy robes, her eyes unreadable.The old woman.I bared my teeth. “You’ve been hiding.”She didn’t flinch. “I appear only when necessary.”I stepped forward, rage curling in my chest. “What ritual are you talking about? We’ve already done
(Damien’s POV)I barely slept.The old woman’s words haunted me, looping in my mind like a cruel whisper."One of you must die."I wanted to dismiss it, to pretend it was just some sick trick, but my instincts told me otherwise. Something about her felt ancient. Absolute.And I couldn’t ignore it.Not when Sofia’s life was on the line.I spent the night sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. Her face was peaceful, unaware of the weight crushing my chest.She didn’t know that I was fighting against something I didn’t understand.Something that wanted to take her from me.But I wouldn’t let it.I wouldn’t lose her.---The next morning, Sofia stretched lazily before turning to me. “Why do you look like you wrestled with death in your sleep?”I forced a smirk. “You were hogging the covers again.”She rolled her eyes. “Liar.” Then her face softened. “You didn’t sleep, did you?”I exhaled and ran a hand through my hair. “Too much on my mind.”She frowned. “Is it about work?”I
(Damien’s POV)The drive back to the penthouse was quiet, but my mind was anything but.Sofia sat in the passenger seat, gazing out the window. She hadn’t spoken much since I found her. I could still feel her hesitation, the slight stiffness in her posture. She wasn’t ready to forgive me for forcing her to return.I wasn’t ready to let her go.My hand rested on her thigh, grounding her—grounding myself. She didn’t push me away.That was enough for now.When we arrived at the penthouse, something felt off.The scent of my Beta filled the air, thick with urgency.Sofia didn’t seem to notice, too tired to care. “I need a bath,” she muttered, moving toward the stairs.I caught her wrist gently. “Go ahead. I’ll join you soon.”She frowned but didn’t question it. Instead, she nodded and disappeared into the bedroom.The moment she was gone, I turned to find Beta standing near the entrance of the living room, waiting.His face was set in a hard line. “We need to talk.”I exhaled, rubbing a h
Sofia had always been a free spirit, never one to be tied down or held back. But when she ran away from home, she didn't realize just how much she was leaving behind. She found herself alone and lost in a new city, unsure of where to turn.That's when Damien found her. refusing to let her go He had been obsessed with her since the moment they met, and there was no way he was going to let her slip through his fingers now. He tracked her down to a rundown hostel on the outskirts of town and refused to leave her side.Sofia was hesitant at first, but there was something about Damien that she couldn't resist. Maybe it was his rugged good looks, or the way he made her feel wanted and desired. Whatever it was, she found herself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic personality.One thing led to another, and before they knew it, they were tearing each other's clothes off in a frenzy of passion. Sofia had never felt this way before, so alive and free. She let out a moan as D
(Sofia’s POV) The city swallowed me whole. I weaved through the crowds, keeping my hood low, my steps quick but not rushed. Panic would draw attention. And right now, attention was the last thing I needed. Damien was looking for me. I could feel it. The weight of his presence pressed against my chest like a tether pulling me back. Even with blocks between us, even with no one chasing me down yet, I knew. He was coming. But I wasn’t ready to be found. I slipped into a small coffee shop on the edge of town, picking the furthest seat in the back. From here, I could see the door, watch who came in, make sure no one was following me. The barista took my order without much interest, sliding me a steaming cup before turning back to the register. I exhaled, wrapping my fingers around the warmth, letting myself breathe. I needed a plan. I needed somewhere he wouldn’t think to look. But where the hell could I go? Damien knew me. He knew my habits, my favorite places,
(Sofia’s POV)Damien promised to let me in—to stop shutting me out.Then he broke that promise.Again.I should’ve seen it coming. Damien Blackwood doesn’t know how to share control. He’s possessive, obsessive, and infuriatingly overprotective. The worst part? I love him for it.But love doesn’t mean blind obedience.It doesn’t mean I’ll sit back while he makes every decision.Yet, that’s exactly what he did.Again.The argument started as a discussion. I pushed him for more answers, demanded to know what he planned to do about The Broker.He avoided the question.Then he refused to tell me anything.When I kept pressing—when I reminded him that I deserved to know—he looked me in the eyes and said, “Stay out of it, Sofia.”Like I’m some fragile thing.Like I’m not part of this.Like I’m not his mate.I snapped.The words flew b