All Chapters of The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sofia's POV I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, clutching my coat as though it could protect me from the ache spreading through my chest. How could he? I thought bitterly, my jaw clenching. How could he toss me aside so easily? I had given him everything, my trust, my heart, and even my body, sex can't keep a man cause what style did I not give him and yet, he discarded it like it was worthless.I stopped walking, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts. I leaned against a lamppost, my mind spinning. I couldn’t let him get away with this. I needed to make him feel the pain I was feeling, make him regret every moment he’d spent betraying me.That’s when I remembered him....Damien Blackwood. I had met him at a party months ago, a mysterious, wealthy man who’d shown clear interest in me. At the time, I had been too consumed with my relationship to even consider him. But now? Now, Damien might be exactly what I needed.I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I scro

Sofia's POV Days after the contract marriageI lay beside Damien at his penthouse, my body still humming from the intensity of our earlier encounter. The warmth of his body pressed against mine was intoxicating, and yet, my mind refused to quiet. I stared at the ceiling, feeling a storm of thoughts swirl inside me. What am I doing here? This was supposed to be about revenge. About Jake. Not… this.Damien shifted beside me, his arm tightening around my waist, pulling me closer. His warmth surrounded me, and for a moment, I allowed myself to sink into it. Into him. But that feeling, that connection, terrified me just as much as it thrilled me. I couldn’t deny how my body responded to him—how my heart quickened when he looked at me. It was something I couldn’t control, something I wasn’t sure I wanted to.I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep, but it was no use. My mind wouldn’t quiet. Something about tonight felt different. The moonlight, the air—it was all too charged, almost elec

Sofia's POV I couldn’t sleep. Jake’s warning echoed in my mind like a poison, creeping into every thought. His words had been unsettling, but they weren’t what kept me awake. It was Damien. Or rather, the way he had looked at me when Jake left...his eyes glowing faintly in the dark, his jaw was clenched tight as if he were fighting something deep within himself.Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling of Damien’s penthouse, the silk sheets cool against my skin. This contract marriage had started as a means to an end, a transaction for revenge. But now? Now I wasn’t sure what it was anymore. My heart raced as I replayed the moments between us—the way his hand had brushed mine when he handed me a glass of wine, the heat in his gaze when our eyes met across the room. I felt drawn to him in a way that terrified me.Down the hall, I heard Damien pacing in his study, his footsteps echoing against the polished wooden floor. The full moon was approaching, and I knew what that meant for him.

The moment they stepped into Damien’s penthouse, the air between Sofia and Damien crackled with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. The kiss in the car had been a prelude, a simmering heat that now threatened to boil over. Sofia’s heart pounded in her chest as Damien closed the door behind them, the quiet click of the lock echoing like a gunshot in the silence. She turned to face him, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Damien’s dark eyes bore into hers, his expression unreadable yet brimming with something primal. He took a step toward her, his tailored suit hugging his broad shoulders, the scent of sandalwood and danger enveloping her like a cloak. “Damien,” she whispered, her voice trembling. What am I doing? she thought, but the question was drowned out by the roar of desire coursing through her veins. He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for her, his fingers brushing against the curve of her cheek before sliding into her hair. His touch was electric, sending shiv

Sofia stood on the balcony of Damien’s penthouse, the city lights stretching endlessly before her like scattered stars. A soft breeze kissed her skin, but her heightened senses turned it into something electric—every sound, every scent, every flicker of movement seemed sharper than it ever had before. She wasn’t sure when the changes started, but they were undeniable now. She could hear Damien moving inside the penthouse, his quiet footsteps on the hardwood floor like distant thunder to her newly attuned ears. She could smell him—earthy, masculine, and distinctly Damien—even though he was nowhere near her. Her pulse quickened, the pull she felt toward him growing stronger, almost magnetic. A soft voice broke through her thoughts. “You’re quiet tonight.” She turned to find Damien leaning against the glass door, his silhouette sharp and commanding in the moonlight. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the tattoos that crawled up his forearm li