All Chapters of The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within : Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

(Sofia’s POV)Damien promised to let me in—to stop shutting me out.Then he broke that promise.Again.I should’ve seen it coming. Damien Blackwood doesn’t know how to share control. He’s possessive, obsessive, and infuriatingly overprotective. The worst part? I love him for it.But love doesn’t mean blind obedience.It doesn’t mean I’ll sit back while he makes every decision.Yet, that’s exactly what he did.Again.The argument started as a discussion. I pushed him for more answers, demanded to know what he planned to do about The Broker.He avoided the question.Then he refused to tell me anything.When I kept pressing—when I reminded him that I deserved to know—he looked me in the eyes and said, “Stay out of it, Sofia.”Like I’m some fragile thing.Like I’m not part of this.Like I’m not his mate.I snapped.The words flew b

Sofia had always been a free spirit, never one to be tied down or held back. But when she ran away from home, she didn't realize just how much she was leaving behind. She found herself alone and lost in a new city, unsure of where to turn.That's when Damien found her. refusing to let her go He had been obsessed with her since the moment they met, and there was no way he was going to let her slip through his fingers now. He tracked her down to a rundown hostel on the outskirts of town and refused to leave her side.Sofia was hesitant at first, but there was something about Damien that she couldn't resist. Maybe it was his rugged good looks, or the way he made her feel wanted and desired. Whatever it was, she found herself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic personality.One thing led to another, and before they knew it, they were tearing each other's clothes off in a frenzy of passion. Sofia had never felt this way before, so alive and free. She let out a moan as D

(Damien’s POV)I barely slept.The old woman’s words haunted me, looping in my mind like a cruel whisper."One of you must die."I wanted to dismiss it, to pretend it was just some sick trick, but my instincts told me otherwise. Something about her felt ancient. Absolute.And I couldn’t ignore it.Not when Sofia’s life was on the line.I spent the night sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. Her face was peaceful, unaware of the weight crushing my chest.She didn’t know that I was fighting against something I didn’t understand.Something that wanted to take her from me.But I wouldn’t let it.I wouldn’t lose her.---The next morning, Sofia stretched lazily before turning to me. “Why do you look like you wrestled with death in your sleep?”I forced a smirk. “You were hogging the covers again.”She rolled her eyes. “Liar.” Then her face softened. “You didn’t sleep, did you?”I exhaled and ran a hand through my hair. “Too much on my mind.”She frowned. “Is it about work?”I

(Sofia’s POV)“I think I just remembered something.”The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them.Damien stood in the doorway, his golden eyes sharp, unreadable.I barely noticed.Because for the first time in forever, I had a piece of my past—something real.“I saw my mother,” I whispered, my heart racing. “She looked exactly like her… like the mother I lost.”Damien’s body tensed.I reached for his arm, my excitement bubbling over. “Isn’t that amazing? I’ve been trying to remember for so long, and now—”“It’s just a dream.”The sharpness in his voice made me blink.I frowned. “No, Damien. It felt real.”He exhaled, stepping past me into the room. “Dreams feel real all the time, sweetheart. But they’re not. It’s best if you ignore it.”I shook my head. “No. This was different.”He ran a hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at me.Something was wrong.“I know it was real,” I pressed. “You don’t understand how much this means to me! I finally have a piece of—”“Sofia

(Sofia’s POV)The excitement from seeing my culinary shop lasted the entire day.I ran my fingers over the polished countertops, admired the perfect kitchen layout, and even tested the state-of-the-art equipment. Every detail was exactly how I’d dreamed it.Damien had built this for me.For hours, I couldn’t stop smiling.And Damien?He watched me the entire time.His golden eyes followed my every move, filled with something deep, something unreadable.By evening, we returned to the penthouse, my heart still racing with excitement.I turned to Damien, grabbing his hands. “I still can’t believe you did this.”His smirk was lazy, confident. “Believe it, sweetheart. It’s yours.”I bit my lip. “You really think I can run it?”He cupped my cheek, tilting my chin up. “I don’t think. I know.”Warmth bloomed in my chest.I pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “Thank you, Damien.”His grip tightened slightly. “You never have to thank me.”He kissed me, slow and deliberate, like he was sealing a pro