(Damien’s POV)Sofia stretched in my arms, her body warm against mine as the morning sun filtered through the windows. She sighed, pressing her face against my chest.“You’re staring again,” she murmured.I smirked. “Observing.”She peeked up at me, silver eyes soft with sleep. “Still acting like I’m going to disappear?”I ran my fingers down her spine, slow and deliberate. “Not taking any chances.”She smiled against my skin. “You really are impossible.”“And yet, you keep waking up next to me.”She let out a soft laugh. “Because you won’t let me go.”I rolled her onto her back, hovering over her. “Exactly.”Her breath hitched as my lips brushed her jaw. “And what are we doing today?”I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Whatever you want.”She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Are you saying you’ll let me decide?”“For once.”She grinned. “I want a perfect day.”I smirked. “Sweetheart, every day with me is perfect.”She shoved at my chest, laughing. “You’re ridiculou
(Damien’s POV)I stepped into my office, and the energy in the room shifted.It had been days since I’d been here—days since I cared about anything outside of Sofia. But now, the weight of the pack, the business, and the unfinished hunt for Tade settled back onto my shoulders.Ethan leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Look who finally decided to show up.”I tossed my jacket over the chair. “Shut up.”He smirked. “I was starting to think you quit.”I sat down, exhaling. “Not yet.”Jaxon, my head enforcer, stepped forward. “We’ve got updates.”I met his gaze. “On what?”“Everything.”I gestured. “Then start talking.”The Pack UpdatesJaxon pulled out a tablet, swiping through reports. “Business-wise, we’ve been handling things. No major disruptions.”I nodded. “And pack matters?”Ethan sat on the desk. “Minor territorial disputes, nothing serious. A few rogues tried to slip through our borders, but we handled it.”I arched a brow. “Handled it?”Jaxon smirked. “Let’s just say they wo
(Damien’s POV)The name The Broker hung in the air like a shadow I couldn’t shake.I sat in my office, fingers tapping against the desk, my mind racing.Tade had been nothing but a pawn—a disposable piece in someone else’s game. Someone who had enough power, connections, and intelligence to orchestrate an attack on my mate without leaving a trace.That wasn’t random. That was intentional.And I wanted names.Ethan walked in, dropping a file onto my desk. “Still thinking about it?”I didn’t look up. “I don’t think. I act.”He sighed. “And yet, The Broker is still out there.”I exhaled sharply, opening the file. “Tell me you have something.”Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “We put pressure on every contact we have. Nothing.”I clenched my jaw. “That’s not an answer I like.”Ethan ran a hand through his hair. “Whoever this Broker is, they’re good at staying hidden. We don’t even have a real name.”I exhaled through my nose. “Then we find one.”Jaxon smirked. “You say th
(Damien’s POV)The plan was simple.Make enough noise, and The Broker would come to us.I had spent years building my empire—both in business and within the pack. I knew how the underground world worked. Money, power, and secrets were its currency. And if The Broker was truly the best in the business, then he wouldn’t be able to resist the opportunity we were dangling in front of him.I sat in my office, staring at the computer screen as Ethan finished setting the bait. The fake deal we were leaking wasn’t just any transaction—it was personal.A supposed power shift in our pack, one that would make me vulnerable. It was a lie, of course. But to an information broker, it would look like an opportunity too big to ignore.Jaxon paced near the window. “Think he’ll take it?”I smirked. “He doesn’t have a choice.”Ethan exhaled. “And if he’s smarter than we think?”I leaned back. “Then we adapt.”Jaxon stopped pacing. “Or we burn everything down until he has to show himself.”I grinned. “Th
(Damien’s POV)The Broker had given me a choice.Pay his price or walk away with nothing.But I never played by other people’s rules.So instead of waiting, I found what I needed on my own.And now, the man who poisoned Sofia lay at my feet, blood pooling around his body, his eyes lifeless.His last moments had been full of fear. I made sure of it.Jaxon wiped his knife on his jeans, exhaling. “Well. That was satisfying.”Ethan nudged the body with his boot. “Took long enough to find him.”I remained silent, staring at the corpse.It wasn’t enough.Because this man? He was just another pawn.But at least now, I had one less obstacle between me and the real enemy.“Burn it,” I said finally, standing.Jaxon grinned. “Gladly.”Ethan shot me a look. “We should be careful. People are going to ask questions.”I smirked. “Let them.”---I thought it was over.I thought I could go home to Sofia, hold her, finally breathe.But barely a day later—the police showed up.---The knock on my office
(Sofia’s POV)I knew something was wrong the moment Damien walked through the door.His shoulders were tense, his golden eyes darker than usual, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like he was barely holding himself together.He didn’t say anything at first, just tossed his jacket onto the chair and poured himself a drink.That was my first clue. Damien never drank this early.I set my book aside, watching him carefully. “Rough day?”He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Nothing I can’t handle.”Liar.I could see it, the way his fingers twitched slightly, the way his wolf was restless beneath his skin.Something had happened.I stood, walking over to him, gently placing a hand on his arm. “Talk to me.”His muscles tensed under my touch, but he didn’t pull away.For a moment, he just stared into his glass, the golden liquid swirling inside. Then, finally, he sighed. “The police came to see me today.”That made me pause. “The police?”He nodded. “They’re looking into a mi
(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
(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)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