Lyra (Mia’s)POVI hadn't expected to get accepted so easily, but I never imagined it would happen this quickly.“At least let me show you my designs. Let me prove that I'm not messing around.”“I'm not going to look at anything from you. I'm sure they’ll be trash. You have a lot of guts asking to work at my company. I only hire the best of the best, and you’re not one of them.”Why was everyone writing me off?If he gave me a chance, I would blow his mind just like I did with Xander.“Come on, Luna Mia. Let's get you back to your room.”I couldn't let this opportunity slip through my hands. It was the only chance I had to convince him, and I wasn't going to give up.“You don’t have to pay me. I just want to work for you.”“Why?”The question stunned me. But there was a follow-up.“Why would you choose me over Xander? I’m sure he has promised to pay you any amount you need.”“I don't feel comfortable around Xander. He is always trying to hit on me,” I began, putting on a pity-evoking ac
Lyra(Mia's) POVWhat a nice slumber!The bed was really cozy, sucking me in even when there was this nagging desire to wake up.I hadn't had such a nice sleep in a long while. I couldn't recall how I fell asleep, but I knew that what woke me up was not an alarm but the sound of birds chirping right outside my window. It was like they were singing to herald me. I was assured that this was going to be a great day.When I finally managed to pull away from the sheets, I let out a yawn, and my body had a good stretch.I could feel a light migraine, but that was only my body's protest against me not wanting to get in a couple more minutes of rest. It would clear after a cup of coffee or water.I had just gotten up to head to the bathroom when I stepped on something. I looked down to see a ball of rolled-up paper.My mind stung. The paper brought back the memories of the past night. Gasping, I jumped onto the bed. It wasn’t to sleep; I was headed for the digital clock on the bedstead.7:30.
Lyra(Mia's) POVHow could my morning keep getting worse by the minute? Why was the universe trying to frustrate all my efforts? What was my offense?I grabbed the documents from Logan and inspected them. Only a section seemed to have been dampened by the sweat. I was still thinking of what to say when asked about my paper being roughed up. Now it was wet.I didn't have an excuse. But I had to think of a solution.I wanted to break down in tears. This was too much. But I didn't have time for tears. It was in no way going to help my situation. I wasn't going to meet a man who could be appealed to with emotions. I was trying to meet a stone-hearted perfectionist, and I could already see myself failing.“How can I help you?” Logan asked.“Please put down my window. I'm just going to try and spread them in the breeze. Hopefully, they get dried before we get to the company.”I looked at the time on the dashboard.“8:20.”My chances of being a candidate were getting slimmer by the minute.I
Damion's POVI was pacing the office. I haven't been this restless in a long while.And it was because it was already twenty minutes past the time that she was supposed to show up.When she had brought up the idea yesterday I had thought of ways to make sure I denied her the position by all means.Telling her no would only make her pester my life, I knew. So I thought to myself, how about I give her a task that was going to prove impossible?And that's what I did.Someone please explain why I was this restless because she didn't show up yet. I should have been happy that I had finally found my reason to get rid of her.I could barely take a look at the binder that had been placed in front of me.Then I heard that door knob turn and someone walked in.It wasn't her face that appeared. It was Logan. He followed shortly after with her face lowered and what I immediately assumed to be the design I asked for clutches in her hand.“You must be crazy showing up this late,” I scolded Logan. “
Lyra (Mia’s)POVDon't ask me where I got the audacity from.I was just angry. I tried to hold it in for this long. I ought to be given a medal or something for my patience.He had gotten on all my nerves. I had to do something before he stepped on the last one.He had no right to push me that far. Everything seemed to be fashioned against me and taking his bullshit was the last thing I was going to do.Seeing Logan trying to make things happen for me was the only sweetest thing I had experienced all morning. I would have the chance to show him appreciation later.Right now I have to deal with the matter at hand.His back was to me as he gazed at my designs. I leaned forward, trying to see if the side of his face gave off any emotion but there was nothing.I sighed, leaning in to whisper to Logan. “I told you there was no way he would like it. Now if you would take me home, it would be greatly appreciated…’My words were cut off as Damion spun on his heels sharply. “Which of the maids
Lyra(Mia's) POV.First impressions always matter. It sticks the most. Even if you eventually get people to see you differently, the first time they meet you always sticks.Given a chance I would have made my first day here to have played out a whole lot more differently. I would have dressed a lot more neatly and mentally my armour would have been fastened.Yet I walked into the long market of cubicles after a meeting that was nothing short of traumatising.My stomach growled, reminding me that since last night I hadn't taken a meal.I had been too busy working my brains and now my flesh was weak and begging for energy."You sure you don't want to do anything about that?" Logan asked behind me. "I know a cool place where we can go to get brunch."I looked away in embarrassment. He must have heard the rumble."I would like it but I'm afraid we don't have much time. This is my first day and I would not love to be fired on my first day."He sighed. "Don't take it personally. He is usuall
Lyra(Mia’s) POV.Just the man I was waiting for, There were a few things I could clear with him. But at the time, I wouldn't dare interrupt his speech.Whichever part of the office had been spared of his silence spell was now enchanted.I braced myself, keeping my shoulders raised and pumped. I knew that my name was going to come next from his lips and I wasn't ready for the entire workplace to see me as the woman who he could toss around with any repellent rebellion.“We have something big coming up. But before I can mention what it is, it's time we address the elephant in the room.” His eyes turned and locked into mine. “Starting from today, the Luna begins work with us.”The sea of eyes washed up at my cubicle. They were a lot of stares that it was almost hard to keep my head up.I gave a curt smile to everyone even though I knew my gesture would barely get to half the crowd.“Now, this goes out to everyone. She doesn't get any special treatment just because she is a royalty. She i
Lyra (Mia’s)POV“What is this competition that Alpha Damion was talking about earlier?” I began.Sandra's eyes lit up. “It's an annual occasion where the beat designers come together to host a show. Wherever come up with the best designs emerged as the winner.”“Competition? Who can compete with our company?”“A lot of other fashion companies. There are Xanders, Randall's and a couple more empires that stand as a threat.”“You must not have been current with what's happening. You would know that Xander empire is suffering a great backlash from the media. They are no good.”She sighed. “Don't be fooled by the media, Luna Mia. Xander is only going to see this competition as a medium to bounce back to fame. If he wins, he is going to accumulate global attention.”“Global attention? I thought this was an event between local fashion companies?” I asked, surprised.“There will be a lot of investors there from all over the world and they will all keep their eyes open for the winner.”It all
Damion's POV You’d think I would be the last man on earth to take responsibility for what happened. You’d think that even after finding out all that had happened from Logan, I would let my pride win—that I would tell her off as usual. But I couldn't. Logan had told me everything. There was no confusion about what happened. It was hard to explain, just like the moment when I had felt her call out to me. But I had heard her. It was loud and clear. It was like a calming touch. Her voice was the string that was pulling me to the surface. It was the shield that came to my aid, keeping the beast away. I waited for her to say something, but shock had taken hold of her. She was gone. "Everyone, clear the room!" I commanded. No one dared to linger a second longer before storming out. "I know what happened. I owe my life to you, and I’m not going to act like that doesn’t count for something." "You’re sorry for what exactly?" "For pushing you away, for annoying you in anger
Lyra(Mia’s)POVI sat in the dark car that had brought me here. The only difference was that Logan was driving, and I was with the man responsible for everything that was going on—Xander. Logan couldn’t stop taking shots at him. “Oh, you are so dead, Mr. Smart.” “Let me get this straight. So after you had declared that you had nothing to do with Xander, you are spotted with him. Do you lie for a living, or are you just trying to piss off Damion?” “You can’t ask me any questions.” After all, he had been there when everything was falling apart. He could have stepped up to rescue me. “Just take us to the damn palace.” He did me a favor and kept mute until we got to the palace. Damion was still in his silk bed, but he looked a lot more worn than when I had last left him. I stood in front of Damion, counting my toes. Xander stood beside me. It was a strange mystery how he still handled it all with confidence. Either Damion was feeling merciful, or he was feeding off the fact that he
Lyra(Mia’s)POV I can't believe it. I had put so much effort into making sure that he was in good health. I never would have expected that he would play down all of my sacrifices. I was pissed, to say the least. The anger was boiling up, but that didn't take away the fact that I was still thinking about how he was feeling. So much for caring about him. The hospital had gotten toxic for me. I could understand his mother being ungrateful, but I expected more from him. Selling me out like that should have never been an option. I didn't care about the injury on me anymore. Instead of returning to my hotel room, I slipped on a hoodie and headed out of the hospital. I had just made it out of the hospital when I saw a car standing close to the hospital gate. I immediately recognized it as Xander's. It couldn’t have been him… The windows were down, and my biggest fears were confirmed. He stepped out of the car and began walking toward me. “How the hell did you get in here?” I asked, b
Damion’s POV “Good riddance to bad rubbish!” my mother fumed under her breath as Mia closed the door. She was spiteful. But something about the whole thing made me feel like what just happened was the wrong decision. “But Mother, what you did was too harsh.” “Come off it, Damion . I don't know if that evil woman attempted to use some kind of spell on you while you were asleep. Don't forget she is not looking out for your good.” That didn’t sound right, even to a heartless man like me. If she didn’t care one bit, she wouldn’t have come to watch over me despite her injuries. It was absurd to see that she would put herself in such a position. Logan walked closer after I turned to him. I noticed that beneath the usual excitement he appeared to have, he hesitated, visibly troubled. “Leave!” he instructed the nurse before turning to me after she had left. “What is it?” “Tell me all about what happened.” “You transformed,” Logan began. But my mother wouldn’t let him finish. “Don’
Damion’s POV Every part of my body was hurting. My legs felt like they were about to split in half anytime soon. Even the slightest movement was sending signals that shot through my nerves, making even breathing a struggle. I could hear a steady beeping sound in the background and the chatter of people. They didn't sound near, but their jumbled discussions were not clear enough. The light hit hard as I slowly lifted my eyelids. It took a couple of seconds and blinks to finally acclimate to the intrusion of light. "Where am I?" I managed to mutter. The answer was before me. All I could see was white—sheets and emptiness. There was no one in sight as far as my eyes could stretch. Sitting up would have given me a better chance to see the room, but my arms felt like a thousand grams were pressing down on them. I decided to lift a finger, but a sharp pain immediately repelled me. The thick smell of antiseptic whipped my nostrils, leading me to let out a sharp sniff. My eyes took i
Lyra(Mia’s)POVThat was loud enough to wake up anyone who was asleep—that is, if there was a slim chance that anyone would fall into slumber despite the chaos going on. I shut my ears and jumped back as the noise left his lips. My first thought—that he was about to attack—had been debunked, so I moved closer, lifting his hairy face to meet mine. Damion blinked. And for the briefest moment, his red eyes flickered back to gray. My heart leaped in hope that he was coming back. But then a loud horn sounded. I looked back sharply to see Logan at the back end of the loud horn. It was his signal to let me know he was on standby. “No, wait. Don’t fire. He is back to normal,” I yelled out in plea. But my voice fell on deaf ears. “Fire!” he commanded. Immediately, the little darts poked out of the guns and were headed right at us. I heard the grunts but quickly focused on the darts as they blew through the air. They came in from all directions mercilessly. “No,” I screamed as I watched t
Lyra(Mia’s)POVI should have fled. At that moment, I regretted everything that led me up to this moment. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would have made sure to run away as fast as I could. Just looking at those eyes was enough to chase away any atom of conviction I had managed to muster. But there was no turning back—his eyes were locked onto mine. If I made any attempt to move, I would be the best target. “Please, Damion. You need to stop with this madness. You are hurting people. You need to stop.” I made sure to yell at the top of my lungs. But I was even more sure that my message didn't get to him. If anything, it bounced off as soon as it hit his ears. He kept charging forward. The ground chimed as he kept taking heavy steps closer. All he did was inhale as he walked closer. I wasn’t just calling out to him—I had a plan. And it was a great one if he would stick to me. I was hoping to ensure I stuck this blade into his chest. “Damion!” I screamed. “You don’t want
Lyra(Mia's)POVPeople were getting lesser and lesser by the minute. They had a choice. It was either they are wound up in a pile on the ground at Damion’s feet, or they were fleeing for their loved ones. You wouldn’t wanted to end up on the latter list, but it was hard to get that line of luck when an obvious beast like Damion was on the loose. Fewer people meant that soon enough, I would have his attention on me. “Oh great, you are here,” I heard someone say behind me. I turned to see Damion's mother. She was accompanied by Logan, who looked devastated, to say the least. But that didn’t catch my eye as sharply as the fact that they were both empty-handed. “Did you not get the wolfsbane?” I asked. “Are you blind? Do you see any on me?” His mother barked as she kept her voice low. She didn’t want to be heard by her son. Logan jumped in for the rescue. “There is too much crowd. Everyone is more concerned about getting to safety rather than looking for wolfsbane.” “Maybe if she di
Lyra(Mia’s)POV The hallway was a mess. Shrieks welcomed me as people were taking to their heels in all directions. I had to take a step back to avoid getting hit by a girl who couldn't bother to watch where she was heading. I couldn't blame her. I had never seen such a pandemonium in my life. “This is crazy,” I muttered aloud. There were marks on the floor and on the walls, and shattered glass lined the floor just where I was about to plant my foot for the next step. The scent of blood hit my body hard, making me shudder. Bodies lay sprawled and scattered across the ground. Some of them were still quivering, fighting to revive the flickering flame of life, while others lay so alarmingly still. The torches lining the hall flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows over the destruction. This had the vast, written all over it. All around the crime scene were Damion’s footprints and claw imprints. Chaos heralded his presence, and devastation stuck around just after he had left. “