(Lena’s POV)Something was definitely wrong; three days passed, and I don’t even have a clue where Damien was.Diego had told me to give him some space; he was dealing with so much, and that was strange. Diego was never one to speak to me in that way, but maybe he was right; maybe Damien had been injured and didn’t want me bothered, but it clearly wasn’t working. I hadn’t slept well for three days, and it was affecting me. Something was going on, and I had to find out what exactly was going on.Six times I had gone to search for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Where are you, Damien?I tried mind-linking him, but he had plainly told me he wanted space; could it be he had found out? A part of me refused to believe that; I just couldn’t.Once I crossed paths with Isis, and I had anticipated some more insults thrown at me, but she passed with no comments, and the weirdity—"if that’s even a word"—of the past few days was draining me. I made up my mind that if he wasn’t home today, I w
“Wake up, Lena." I heard Konstantin’s voice call out.“Wake up, Lena!” This time, it was my mother’s voice.I woke up with a start. I noticed it was Damien calling my name; he was no longer on the bed, but he was fully dressed—not with his regular work clothes, but something entirely different, he had just a black pants and a jacket—at the sides of his pant was a holster, where he stocked one gun at each side of his waist. I had this feeling that he had more weapons hidden somewhere.“Where are you going to?’I asked, dizzily standing from the bed to go after him.“I would take you somewhere safe.”“I don’t want to be somewhere safe; I want to be with you, Damien.”“I do not have time to argue about this now, Lena. The vampires are here and waiting.”“You said they would be here in two days; it had only been hours.”He was shoving more weapons into his body, and then he took a rifle—that’s what it looked like—but it wasn’t quite it; for one, this only shot out silver bullets, which were
(Lena’s POV)Damien ran at Konstantin with an inhumane speed, so did the rest of the wolves.One of the vampire’s weaknesses was silver, but somehow Konstantin was still on his feet, even after being shot three times.I stood and watched, frozen in my spot. Now I understood why I should have stayed away, why Damien thought I didn’t belong here, and why he thought I should be hidden from all this; it wasn’t in my nature. There was so much blood; the vampire’s blood was a dark red color, almost black.I spotted Diego and Nate amongst many of our soldiers, all at war. Nate stabbed a wooden stake into the heart of his attacker, and to my surprise, the common wood penetrated into the vampire’s thick skin and right into his heart. I never realized that those could work too, but the vampires weren’t the only issues at hand; so were the Silver Moon Pack soldiers. The Blood Moon Pack were merciless when at war; they ripped open their opponents, not caring about gender. Now I understand how the
When I saw Damien for the first time, I thought he was scary, but the closer I got, the less scared I became of him.Today, all that changed, because standing before me was not my Damien. No. He was anything but that. He walked towards me, not caring how many eyes were watching. I backed away.“He escaped. You helped him escape!” He roared at me. I was scared of this man; my whole body wanted me to run, but that was a foolish move; he would still catch up with me. Soon he was close—so close I could perceive his scent—all covered in blood, some of it, his blood.His hands trailed on my cheeks, but there was no look of affection in his eyes. I tried backing away, but then his hands went lower to my neck and wrapped around it."Damien, let me go!” I plead, but he is not listening. Slowly, he lifts me up, and his hands close harder around my throat. I choke. I struggle, but all my struggles are futile. A single tear slipped down my eyes. I remembered what had happened to his first mate—th
(Lena’s POV)Damien pushed me against the cold floor; his eyes stared at me with nothing but pure disgust.Every time I had sex with Damien, I always anticipated the moment, but now I dreaded it.Too soon I felt him in me, hard, and he thrust in and out fast, his pace getting faster and rougher. He held me down on a choke hold, and I struggled to breathe. The feeling of being pounded and chocked was too much, and just when I thought it was almost over, he lifted me up and slammed me down against an old wooden table. Everything about the place was old. His hands were in my hair again, gripping hard and pulling as he slammed into me for the second time. I groan out in pain, my head slammed against the table, and blood pulled down my nose. He pulls out of me, and I feel a spank, hard, against my clit.“For the rest of your task, you would be on your knees. He says and places me back on the floor; it takes too long for me to balance. He grips me by the hair and steadies me. “Now open your
“Do you trust me?” Konstantin asked. He was so close to me that I could perceive his scent.For the past few days, I had made myself numb; I didn’t let myself think about what would happen to me or how I would be used till death; I didn’t let myself think of how I had fallen so low from being a Luna and a daughter to an Alpha to being a traitor and a sex slave; I didn’t let myself think of the new way Diego looked at me; I thought of nothing till now. Now all I wanted was a chance to start again; this couldn’t be my end; maybe I had made bad choices; maybe I should have never loved Damien; but I needed a chance to right my wrongs.“Yes, I trust you,” I say to him, but it doesn’t sound like the truth. I do not trust anyone, not the Gamma or the Beta, not even Damien; they would always turn on me. Damien never believed me. This love, this love- whatever it was, was doomed from the start. I should have never fought to go past those walls he placed around himself.Konstantin’s hands come
(Damien’s POV)I had watched her vanish before my eyes.Maybe I should have traced her; I could have done that. But a part of me wanted her to escape. I was expected to kill her, and this would give me a reason not to. Every part of me didn’t want to.“Alpha, we can go in search of them." My beta said to me, but I shook my head, and I walked out of her cell.Her promises rang through my mind. She betrayed me, but now the anger was all gone. All I could feel was pain from losing her—the life we should have had—all taken away. For a moment, I had to admit that it had been too good to be true. Was she faking it all this while? Was everything all a lie?I found it so hard to believe that it had all been fake. It was possible to love two people; I discovered that, but she must have known I do not like sharing what belongs to me.Still, after all she had done to me, I didn’t hate her; I wanted to punish her; I wanted to fuck her till she could not walk, yet, I didn’t like the idea of hurtin
(Damien’s POV)Beneath all those shades of darkness, there was once an innocent boy.~The Past~My father took me back to the basement, the same place I had grown to dread.“You know why you are here?” He asks me“Because I spoke out of turn,” I respond, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t that; he just wanted to punish me. I felt the metal-built whip against my skin, and I grit my teeth. All the pain I felt had been building inside of me for years; the anger made me stronger; the punishment—it all contributed to that. My father believed he knew everything, but there were things he didn't, and his pride would never allow him to. He always kept his gun on the desk. He keeps it there because he believed none of us could ever get to it before he did; he keeps it there to taunt us. My hands were chained to a pole as more hits landed on my back.“You know why I do this?” he asks.“Yes. To make me stronger, to make me worthy of the Alpha title,” I answered dully.What my father hadn’t known was
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