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

Sofia’s POV I swear, people needed a new hobby. As I walked out of my last cooking class for the day, my phone buzzed with a notification. I barely glanced at it, expecting another pointless email or a TikTok update. But then I saw the message preview, and my eyes narrowed. "Hey girl, I thought you should know your boyfriend has been messing around." I stopped mid-step, rolling my eyes so hard I almost saw my brain. Seriously? This again? This was the third random message like this in the past month. Different numbers, same tired accusation. I sighed and shook my head. Some people just couldn’t stand seeing a happy couple. I wasn’t stupid—I knew Jake. He wasn’t the type to cheat. We spent almost every day together, and when we weren’t together, we were texting, calling, FaceTiming. If he was cheating, he had to be the most efficient multitasker on the planet. I deleted the message without replying and stuffed my phone into my bag. Some people were so miserable they just wanted to

Bad decisions always start with whiskey. And right now? I was making the worst one of my life. The world around me blurred at the edges, but the fire in my chest? That was crystal clear. Revenge wasn’t just an option—it was necessary. Jake was not about to walk away from this like nothing happened. Not after what he did. And that was when it hit me. Damien Blackwood. Rich. Dangerous. Completely obsessed with me. I laughed to myself, the sound bitter. He had wanted me for years. I knew it. He knew it. And now? I was going to use it. Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts. Found his name. Hit call. He picked up before the first ring even finished. “Sofia.” His voice was smooth, cool, like he had been expecting this. “Didn’t think I’d hear from you tonight.” I swirled the whiskey in my glass. “I have a proposition for you.” A pause. Then, a low chuckle. “Now you have my attention.” “I need to see you.” Another pause, heavier

“Stop,” i whispered, but my body betrayed me, leaning infinitesimally closer to his. “I don’t think you want me to stop,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “In fact, I think you want me to do the exact opposite.” my knees felt weak. This is wrong. This is part of the plan. But my body wasn’t listening to my mind anymore. i felt his hand trail down my arm, his fingers intertwining with mine. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through me, and I knew I was losing control. “Damien,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Sofia?” His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through her. “This... this isn’t what we agreed on.” “Maybe not,” he admitted, his free hand cupping her cheek. “But tell me you don’t feel this.” I couldn't. Because I actually did. The pull between them was magnetic, undeniable. my lips parted with a silent invitation, and he didn’t hesitate. His mouth captured mine in a searing kiss that sent my world spinning. His lips were firm yet soft

The room was silent except for the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. My breathing was uneven, my chest tight, my fingers curled so hard into the sheets that my knuckles turned white. Damien didn’t move. He just sat there, watching me with those glowing golden eyes, his body unnaturally still. Not human. "I—" My voice cracked. I swallowed hard. "This—this isn’t real." "Sofia—" "No," I cut him off, shaking my head violently. "No, this is insane. You’re insane. People don’t just—just turn into—" My words failed me as I glanced down at his hands. Claws. Actual claws. My stomach turned. I scrambled off the bed so fast I nearly tripped, putting as much distance between us as possible. "You—" My breath hitched. "Stay back." Damien flinched. His expression flickered, something raw flashing across his face before he masked it. "I’m not going to hurt you," he said, his voice lower now, gentler. I shook my head again, backing up until I hit the bedroom wall. "You—You should’ve told me,

Sofia's POV Morning After Regret… or Something Else? The first thing I felt was warmth. The second thing? Damien. His arm was still draped over my waist, his body pressed against mine like he wasn’t ready to let go. And for a second, just a second, I let myself sink into it—the feeling of waking up next to him, his steady breaths against my skin, the weight of his presence grounding me in a way that should have felt foreign but didn’t. Then, he moved. Damien let out a low exhale, his body tensing before he finally blinked awake. His amber eyes locked onto mine, and for a fleeting moment, I saw something unguarded there—something real. Then, like clockwork, the walls came up. His body stiffened. His jaw clenched. And before I could say a word, he pulled away, running a hand through his messy hair like he was already regretting every second of last night. "This… can’t happen again," he muttered, voice rough with something unreadable. A sharp pang hit my chest, but I ignored it