All Chapters of Cursed by the Moon Goddess.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damon's POV "We have a problem. Helen's missing." I turned to him suddenly, shocked at hearing those words. We were in my office, where we usually met for briefings, and Tristen suddenly burst out mere seconds after entering the office. I went to close the door, then locked it, making sure no one can overhear our conversation. "What do you mean missing?" I asked, confused. "I don't know where she is." He blew out an exhausted breath before dropping into the nearest chair. I glanced at Tristan worriedly. "How can you mean you don't know where she is?" He rubs at his eyes which had massive dark circles under them, he looks like he hasn't slept in days, and knowing Tristan, he probably hasn't. Poring through every minor detail to make sure that we don't get another surprise visit, and that we catch the perpetrators that were involved in the vehicle bombing. I felt a pang of guilt knowing that I caused all this, and was indirectly responsible for what he was passing through right

Damon's POV I watched Zirah over the rim of my coffee mug as she chattered on and on about a lot of things.I'd long since given up trying to figure out what she was talking about, since when I would focus on one, she would jump into another topic.Of course, I made the right responses as I 'ooh-ed' and -ahh-ed in the right places as she blabbered on. I had noticed some kind of distance between us over the past few days, mostly caused by me but I had no idea what was going on with her. She had even slept in the room I gave her some nights ago.Tonight was going to be a full moon, I thought. It would be a nice opportunity to shift into my wolf form and let him roam free, hopefully, that would shut his crouching for a while.Even I needed it, at least to forget temporarily all the responsibilities I carried and amble through the woods luxuriating in the silvery glow of the moon.While sipping on my scorching hot black coffee, I peeked at my phone to see if I had gotten a message but th

Zirah’s POVMy bedroom door slams shut with a reverberating crash. I stand still for a moment, my hands shaking and knees trembling as the realization of what I just did hits me like a freight train. I can't believe I did that. It was stupid and reckless ..and stupid. And now my heart is nothing but fragments of agony at the fact that I could cause such pain to Damon.I realized that Damon was right, despite how much he has shown that he cares for me, I still didn't trust him completely and continued to doubt him.The assault of emotions was instantaneous. An invisible weight crushes me, and I sink to the floor in an agonizing heap. I cover my face with my hands as if that would stop the raging waterfall of tears from falling. But it flows freely, rivers of water mixed with a healthy dose of guilt and pain that seems to seep deep into my bones. It was like my chest was hacked with jagged-edged knives, claws digging their way deeper and deeper until it consumed me entirely.My mind is

Damon's POVTwisting open the car door, I hurried after Tristan, increasing my pace so that I could catch up to him.Only he would casually slide out of a vehicle while dropping the biggest news on someone.I laid a hand on Tristan's shoulder, stopping him from moving ahead and turning him around."What did you mean in the car? What were you talking about?""Didn't you hear me in the car?""Of course, I did," I say defensively. "But I didn't really..."He let out an exasperated breath. "Look your head in the game, please. Zirah's mate Noah is here.""What does he want?""We'll have to actually *go* in there to find out."Rubbing a hand over my face, I tried to school my expression into a semblance of calmness. Walking up the steps to the building, I tried to look through the windows to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside, but with all my extraordinary abilities seeing through walls was not among them.Dammit, all this just continued to be more complicated by the minute.We cli

Damon's POVI laid my head back on my seat staring at the ceiling, contemplating what next to do when Tristan's phone rang shrilly, breaking the calm silence that settled over the room.He turned away from me, placing the cell to his ear, and spoke."Yes?"A moment of silence then he stiffened, his entire body going taut."Where the hell was it found?" Another silence."Fuck, fuck!" He exploded, standing up and pacing around the room.I sat up, looking at him worriedly.What is going on now?"Bring it here…" a pause. "Right now, bring it here right now!" He ended the call and tossed it on the table. I kept quiet, still looking at him, knowing he would spill eventually."Fuck!" He cursed out, running a hand through his hair making it stick up in different directions.He turned to me, his face tight with worry."You were right. It is Helen." What the hell-Before I could even complete the train of thought, a gentle knock sounded on the door and after a beat, it opened to reveal a scar