(Lena's POV)"No matter what happens, keep your head up high; after all, you are the Luna." This was my mother's advice. I never knew I would be turning back to the advice she gave me, but that was the only way, if I wanted things to work between me and Damien.Damien led me to the dining room.What I didn't expect was to see a table of about thirty, all seated. There were two empty seats; from the positioning, it was clear that one belonged to the Alpha and the other to the side to the Luna.Despite being the child of an Alpha, I didn't have the qualities of a Luna so at this moment I didn't know what was required of me to do. My eyes caught a girl sitting on the same dinner table, closest to the Alpha. She had a mark down her brow, but that didn't make her any less beautiful, she looked dangerous though- the kind of girl who could use a dagger as her play thing. She had long black hair, braided into two, and a scowl on her face, making her look superior. Now that's how a luna shou
(Lena's POV) Pin-drop silence followed next.Realization was slolwy dawning on me. What had I done?I continued eating, expecting Damien to grab me by the arm and lead me away- maybe back to the room, but he didn't. Rather, he engaged Diego in some discussion about the pack. I couldn't even grab half of what they were saying; my eyes drifted every once in a while to the scared girl and then to Gamma Nat. I couldn't hide the dislike I felt for him; I would never fit in here, and for the first time since I got her, I didn't think I wanted to fit in.I dreaded the time the meal would be over and the time I would have to return to the room with Damien. The moment I was done eating, I turned to Isis."Are you ready for the tour?" I asked, easily masking my fear for what awaited me behind closed doors. I was surprised at how good I was getting at this."Of course, Luna," she said. Too sweet. That's how she sounded, and she was anything but that. I stood, not bothering to glance at Damien, a
(Lena's POV)I didn't think he would actually mark me this so soon. Now there were no chances of being with my mate; I was his; body and soul. If the marriage wasn't enough, this was. Just a few days ago, I was a girl with hopes, despite the hatred my parents showed me, someday I could shove it away because I would finally find my mate.Isis was right. The Blood Moon Pack was not a place for a person like me. I remembered blacking out after he had marked me; the scar on my neck still hurt. Staring at it in the mirror, I knew this was more than just marking me; it was a lesson: disrespect me and be punished. This was my punishment.I should lay low; I should be sorry, but I wasn't, and there was something in me—something that wanted to disrespect him more and see the worst he could do. I didn't have many options now; sooner or later, he would get rid of me.Damien wasn't here. I had a few ideas of the place he would be now, maybe with Isis. I didn't need to be a genius to know that th
(Lena's POV)His kiss became rougher, but that strange, twisted part I never knew I had wanted more. I rocked my hips against his pelvis; he brought me down to the bare ground and spread my legs, his hands cupping my breast."I want to taste every single part of you," he whispered, his low voice causing me to shiver, this time not just out of fear but anticipation. What the hell was happening to me?, fucking a man who just ripped another wolf to shred and right in the middle of the woods?, yet that voice of reasoning was shoved away by another more dominant want.He kissed the spot between my breasts. Going down to my stomach, he kissed my navel, and that got me panting, and then he went lower. He blew against my wetness, and the hot air caused another chain of reaction, resulting in a pool of wetness. I was afraid to pass my hands through his hair. I knew he would still be mad at me for trying to escape, and he didn't like being touched, so I was forced to keep my hands to myself. He
(Lena POV)I woke up, but unlike every other time, I was not alone. Damien was beside me; my hands were around his torso and my other hand on his chest. Even at sleep, he looked tense; I couldn't tell if he was actually sleeping; he wasn't used to being touched, and yet he never pulled away, though he kept his hands to himself, remaining in that same position he layed in all through the night.I watched his face, his black full eyebrow, his sharp jaw—everything about him screamed danger—but then, down to his lips, they weren't pink; they were red. Red as blood."What is your second obsession?" I had asked him."Blood," he answered.This was the Blood Moon pack; of course it made sense. I remembered the way he had ripped that wolf to shred before eating me out right there, beside the dead body. That shouldn't turn me on; it was cruel, something only an animal would do, but maybe this part of me had always been there, and it did turn me on, remembering how strong he had been. The rogue
(Lena's POV)Isis eyes never left mine as she headed towards us.She stopped right in front of the Alpha, like I didn't exist; not everyone could do that, but clearly she was of rank here, and what I saw in the ring told me why. She was very, very strong and beautiful, with toned muscles and a pretty but dangerous-looking face, just like Damien.I didn't want to think about it, but clearly, they would have been perfect for each other."Alpha," she called, giving a curt bow and then staring at him right in the eyes as she spoke. "We noticed more rogue attacks, though none of them could get close to the pack, but it is dangerous for those who sneak out without our knowledge," she said, her lips quirking. I knew she meant me, and so did Damien; his jaw tightened at that."Not to worry; see to it that security is doubled; I'll take care of the rest," he replied, all business.She gave him a flittering smile, which he didn't seem to notice; all the while, Deigo stood with his hands in his
(Lena's POV)I had gone over my little speech I reserved for Daimen a couple of times, but the moment I heard him approaching, my mind turned blank. I frooze, staring at him."I'm late. Sorry," he apologized. He was only two minutes late. Still, I was unable to respond. "Lena, are you alright?"I blinked, snapping out of it. "Yes, sorry""What did she tell you?" he asked, more like growled. "What did Isis tell you?""Nothing""You slapped her. That wasn't nothing.""I'm sorry""Don't be sorry about that," he said before shrugging off his jacket. I didn't remember him with the jacket when he left the room. His eyes were on the dark brown gown I had chosen."The black gown soothes you," he complemented. I had wanted to correct him; it was a dark brown, close to black but not quite it, but of course, this had been the first compliment I had ever received from him, and I was not about to spoil it."Thank you," I replied with a smile, and he seemed to brighten up just a little.I fidgeted,
(Damien's POV)I felt nothing.For the first time, I wish I could feel. I always thought my inability to feel any emotion except pleasure and pain was a blessing; I didn't have to worry about people's mood, and I never had to make wrong choices. Emotions made people weak. That had been what I thought, but these few days something had changed. I wanted to feel, even if it was only that once.Her hair seemed light and smelled nice, always, but I didn't know what color they were.I was color blind.Seeing everything in black, grey, and white.The last time I saw her in a dress, it had been a light color; I couldn't guess which color it was, so I couldn't complement her, but then I returned to see her in a dark-colored gown; I guessed it was black, and she didn't correct me, meaning I was right.Diego had told me Lena's hair was a different shade of blonde. I wish I could see it; I wish I could see the color of her eyes, and up until now, I had never thought it was that big of a problem t
THREE YEARS LATER (Lena's POV) Kaden was color blind; I had always suspected this, but now that he was older it had been easier to tell. Damien blamed himself for it, but this wasn't even under 'his' control, neither was it his fault. . I had gotten better; I didn't need to be scared when I held my child on when I came into contact with others; Damien was all the control I needed, and together we've managed to start up a life once again. I had agreed to never use my powers again, but the less I use them, the more they seemed but be buried deep down, beyond my reach. I could live a normal life—or at least something close to that. Aurora walked into our room with two year old Leslie in her arms. We had become very close friends after the incident three years ago. With Diego gone, Nate took his title as the Beta, and for the past three years, there has been no one to fill in the gap until now. Diego's sister Alice had turned out to be one of the most brutal warriors, outmatch
(Natasha POV) We never really had a place to call home. The closest thing to home was the little cabin in the woods. I remembered Set bringing me in here. I had been so surprised at the beauty of the place. I had imagined things—I had imagined children running around in this space. I was going to plant new flowers every week, just at the side. It would have been a beautiful home. I had so many regrets; what would have changed if I stayed behind? Yet, I knew that Diego would have been killed if I did. Set wouldn't have wanted that. One thing was sure: The Ghost, who was also the Vampire Prince, wouldn't let us go that easily. I had killed the Ghost, the man who put me through so much pain. I had made 'Number One' pay for assaulting me and for taking my one true love away, yet it meant nothing now because even those couldn't bring Set back. I and Set had gone on dangerous missions, and I grew to believe that nothing could overcome us. Set was a pro at what he did. I had believed he
(Lena's POV) Damien tore through the crowd of vampires, and finally I could see him-- that was enough to give me hope, prehaps this wasn't my end yet. "Damien!" I cried out "Lena, hang on" he says as he yanked one of the vampires off me."Take off the necklace" he commanded."No!" Hecuba screamed.Damien ripped off the ruby necklace from my neck. I gasped. It all happened fast. Hecuba screamed, louder than a banshee; it was an ear-bleeding noise; the glass shattered. Damien held me close shielding me from the glass shards; The screeching sound must be one of the vampires' bane, a weakness we had just discovered because they clawed at their own ears, running in all directions of the room to find an escape. After what felt like hours- but were actually minutes, the noise stopped, and Hecuba's body, just like those of her victims, dried up, fading away till she was nothing but bones. I stared at the ruby necklace on the floor; it had turned back to the emerald green it originally ha
(Lena's POV)"Take a seat with me, will you?" Konstantin says."I think we have a lot to talk about," I said, and he nodded. Walking, I followed, but Hecuba held me back."We have no time for this. I have no time for this," she says, but I pulled my hands free of her grabs. I followed, and after a while she did too. I didn't know what I was planning to do, even as I sat."Do you want anything to drink?" The vampire prince asked, his eyes fixed on me, as if we were the only ones in the room."No, thank you."He took the seat opposite me, not minding that there was none for Hecuba. I turned to her, but she shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't mind standing."So here you are. Two years ago, you disappeared, I want to know if everything was a lie" I inquired not because I really cared but more out of curiosity."Not everything—this was my home even before I met you and have been for a long time, but you see, as much as I wanted to be close to you and as much as I loved th
"You lied to me all these years; you made me believe The Blood Moon Pack destroyed my family and my pack, but you lied, the vampire did." "They died ten years ago; get over yourself, child," he hissed at me. It sounded more like a sound a snake would make. "Go to hell!" I screamed back at him. "I have already been there" he says.Number One chuckled. "I go by many names." The Ghost began, "Some call me The Ghost; others call me the Prince of Doom, the Ruler of the Undead," he says as he lets his cloak fall to the ground. "But I am popularly known as the Vampire Prince.Just like all the others of my children I picked you all at the worst moment in your lives. In your case, it had been after the death of your family. You are right-- the vampires attacked them, yet I couldn't let you know that because I knew you would be of so much help to me. But you have to know one thing. The vampires do nothing except what I command them to." The Ghost finally took off his mask. Now I did unde
(Natasha's POV) I felt selfish after I discovered the truth about Diego. All the while, he had been suffering in silence, and I was too blind to see it. I never knew about his sister; I didn't even see the need to ask. My whole focus had been centered on destroying the pack—these were people who had done nothing to me. . I had to return back to the cabin, just as I had promised Set. I wanted to see him again, fall into his arms, and let him take control just as he always does. I wanted to hear those sweet words from him. I needed to be reminded of how special I was because, at this moment, I didn't feel very unique. I felt awful for how I treated Diego. I arrived in the cabin; the lights were on, and a small smile stretched on my lips as I walked in. "Set, I'm back," I said, but there was no response. "Set?" I called out as I walked into the living room. I saw the shattered glass on the floor; the couch had been ripped; the portrait was on the floor; and so were the curtains.
(Damien's POV) The decision I had to make weighed on my shoulders. Even as I walked into the dungeons where Diego had been kept waiting. I walked in alone. Diego didn't stare up at me; his gaze never left his hands. "You believed I had fucked your mate; could this be why you turned against me?" I asked. "I never believed you could do such a thing," he says. I stared at the injuries I had inflicted on him; his ear had been completely torn off; he needed a healer; but he was a traitor and couldn't be treated any better than that. "It hadn't been the way you think. Your mate had poisoned me; I had thought I was with Lena; believe me, I could never do that, she tricked me." "I do believe you. I knew you couldn't go that length, but I had been so mad. Yet, that was not the reason. Years ago, I had a sister; her name is Alice. She had been stolen away from us five years before I was born. The incident faded so quickly, and my parents discarded everything that belonged to her. They
"For so many years, you made me suffer; you made me believe I was the cause of your childlessness, you sold me away for your selfish benefits and when you discovered that your ill action still favoured me, you framed me for something I did not do, you made me see the worst in life, but that hadn't been enough for you; you still believed that I was the reason your mate was killed, and now you have returned to have me," I said. "What are you doing to me?" he asks. "Once a woman came to you, she brought a baby, and she told you that this child was special. Look at the woman beside me," I said to him, and he does. "She might be in the body of another, but this is my true mother, and she is going to make you pay for what you did to her child," I say, stepping aside. Hecuba walked forward; she was nothing like Aradia; even if she had claimed the woman's body, there was something about the way she walked; she walked like she owned the world; her aura could be felt even from miles away. H
The woman, Aradia, sat, waiting; she already knew what was coming. The gunshots could be heard outside and blood flowed into the room, spreading in from underneath the door. She reached out to her powers and then stretched her hands over Lena's body, muttering strange words, and there was a faint glow as energy erupted from her outstretched hands, forming a shield over Lena's body. This shield was one of the hardest to make; it did cost her, and she felt suddenly weak. The longer it stayed on, the weaker she became, yet she couldn't let go. The door busted open, and soldiers moved in. About fifteen of them left. The Blood Moon Soldiers had managed to take out a good number and had inflicted some brutal injuries on others. The attacks had come in large numbers; no wonder they had been able to overpower the five Blood Moon soldiers who had been kept there to protect the Luna. "Wake up, Lena," Aradia whispered to the woman on the bed, but there was no sign of movement. The soldiers