Novels by Dammie Lar

Chapter 184Writer's POVThe air was thick with heat despite the setting sun, casting golden rays that danced through the open windows of the Alpha’s dining hall. Aurora sat at the far end of the table beside Asher, her delicate fingers picking lazily at her food. Her other hand rested protectively on her round belly, which had grown considerably in the past few weeks. The pregnancy had reached its final stage, and every passing hour made them more alert.Asher glanced at her, worry lacing his features even as he tried to act casual.“You haven’t eaten much,” he noted, his voice soft.Aurora offered a tired smile. “I’m full,” she said, even though she had barely touched her grilled meat and vegetables.Before Asher could respond, her face suddenly contorted in pain. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as her hands flew to her stomach.“Asher…” she whispered, panic rising in her voice. “It’s time.”The chair clattered backward as Asher stood. He didn’t waste a second. “Someone get the heal

Chapter 183 Aurora’s POVThe halls of the fortress had never felt so still. After everything—battles, blood, chaos—I should be grateful for the silence. But today, it didn’t feel like peace. It felt like uncertainty. Like waiting for a storm we couldn’t predict.I stood in front of Hilary’s chamber, my hand hovering over the doorknob. She was awake now, alive. But she didn’t remember anything. Not even Loid.That alone had nearly broken him.When the witch revived her, there was this moment—a pause, like the world holding its breath. And then… nothing. Her eyes had opened, blank and wide, like a newborn’s. No flicker of recognition. No spark when she saw Loid. Nothing.I finally pushed the door open, stepping into the quiet room.Hilary was sitting by the window, her silver hair tumbling down her shoulders. She was wrapped in a pale blanket, staring at the garden like she’d never seen flowers before. She didn’t turn when I entered. It was as if she didn’t even sense me.“Hey,” I said

Chapter 182Asher's POVWe searched everywhere, but Loid was nowhere to be found. His room was empty, his scent cold and scattered like he hadn’t been there in hours. Every hallway, every tent, every shadowed corner—we tore through them like madwolves. And still, nothing.I could see the panic rising in Aurora’s eyes. She masked it well, but I knew her better than that. She was worried—no, scared. And so was I. Not just because Loid was missing, but because we both knew what kind of thoughts might be swirling in his head right now.I clenched my jaw. “There’s only one place left to check.”Aurora turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Where?”“The stream,” I said. “He used to go there with Hilary. It was their spot.”We didn’t waste another second.The run through the forest was cold and cruel, branches slashing across my arms, roots trying to trip me, but none of it mattered. We kept going until we reached the clearing where the stream gently curved through the land. The moonlight glinted

Chapter 181 Asher’s POVI sat beside her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. It had been hours since she passed out after turning that monster into stone with the Bluefang Ring. Hours of waiting. Hoping. Praying.I had seen death up close. I'd felt it, breathed it, and survived it. But nothing prepared me for the crushing weight of watching Aurora lying still, her skin pale, her body unmoving. She looked like a broken doll—delicate, lifeless, and terrifyingly silent. I kept thinking: What if she doesn’t wake up? What if I lose her before I ever get the chance to say I’m sorry for everything?“Please,” I whispered, brushing my thumb across her knuckles. “Come back to me.”And just like that—she did.A faint groan slipped past her lips before her eyes fluttered open. I leaned forward immediately.“Aurora?”She blinked, dazed, disoriented. “Asher? Are you crying?” she gave me a ain't smile.Relief crashed into me, heavy and overwhelming. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled her into

Chapter 180 Aurora’s POVI stared at the empty space on the wall where Asher’s sword used to hang.Days had passed since he last spoke to me, and I could still feel the echo of his silence pressing against my chest. Ever since I handed the Bluefang Ring to Ava, something shifted between us—something heavy and sharp that sliced through whatever bond we were building. I had only meant to help, to do the right thing, but instead, it felt like I betrayed him.Now, he was gone. No message. No trace.And I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong.A sudden crash broke through my thoughts. The door slammed open, and Loid stumbled in, his body covered in bruises, blood smeared across his clothes. His breathing was ragged, and before I could take two steps toward him, he collapsed.“Loid!” I dropped to my knees, cradling his head. “Guards! Someone help me!”Two healers rushed in moments later, and I backed away, watching them lift his unconscious body. My heart pounded

Chapter 179Asher’s POVLoid jogged up to me, his breath coming in sharp pants. “Well?”“It’s not on her,” I growled, searching her coat again just to be sure. “She must’ve handed it over to someone else before we got to her.”Loid cursed under his breath and kicked at a nearby rock. “So we’re back to square one.”“No,” I said quickly, my ears picking up something—soft movement in the nearby brush. I stiffened, raising a hand to silence him. He went quiet immediately. The rustling wasn’t heavy like a predator’s, but it wasn’t random either.We ducked low, camouflaged by the thick brush. The wind shifted, and with it came a faint scent—wolf, but not a familiar one. The sound drew closer until we spotted a figure—a child. A girl. Maybe ten at most. She was barefoot, her brown hair a mess of twigs and leaves. Her eyes, though,those weren’t the eyes of a normal pup. They glowed faintly violet under the moonlight.Loid narrowed his eyes. “She’s just a kid.”“No,” I whispered. “Look at her

Epilogue Emma’s POVThe air was different now.Lighter, somehow—but not because the pain was gone. No, pain like mine doesn’t just vanish. It clings like the scent of smoke after a fire. But as I walked through the trees with Shawn in my arms and the moon still watching over us, something inside me shifted.Peace. Not complete… but enough to let me breathe again.I paused near a clearing and caught a scent—faint but familiar.Tyler.I turned slowly, my grip on Shawn tightening as my gaze swept the treeline. Then I saw him, standing still and silent, half-shrouded in shadow. His eyes met mine, soft and regretful, but burning with the same fierce loyalty they always carried.He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.My eyes stung as emotion welled up. Tyler. He’d stayed hidden, stayed away… but he’d been here. Watching. Protecting. I could feel it in my bones.I offered him a small nod.And then—just like that—he turned and melted back into the forest, as if he'd never been there. But

Chapter 169Emma’s POVIt was over. I felt it in the way my heart slowed, like it was surrendering to the impossible.There was no way out. No victory. No heroics.Just the sharp edge of reality digging into my chest as I stared at the rogue inching closer to the cliff, my son dangling limply in his arms.My legs wouldn’t move. My voice cracked before it could scream again. All I could do was breathe and break.He was going to do it. Toss my child—my child—into nothingness.Shawn whimpered again, barely conscious. His little face turned toward the moonlight for a second, soft and innocent and unaware of the horror unfolding around him.“No—” I whispered, choking on air. “Please, no—”Ever watched me. Not just watched—fed off my despair like it was her triumph. The dagger still glinted in her grip, but her eyes were on the rogue. She was about to give the order.And then—A blur.That’s the only way I can describe it.A sudden shadow broke through the sky like a streak of vengeance. Be

Chapter 168The wind was strong and it howled around the cliffside, blowing Emma’s hair into her face. She was shivering, but it was mainly because of fear, rather than cold even though the cold was intense.She was in pain seeing her beloved child held hostage. She had failed to protect the one thing she loved so so much, she blamed herself.She wiped her face as the tears rolled down her eyes.Shawn’s small frame dangled in the arms of a large and muscular rogue. He looked so frail and helpless. Emma’s heart cracked into pieces.“Let him go!” she screamed, voice was croaked but thick. “Please Ever. Don’t hurt my child. I’m here now, you’ve made your point please just let him go I beg you” She cried.Ever stood a few feet away from the rogue, her arms were crossed and there was a cunning smile on her face.“Oh sweet Emma,tears do not look good on you” Ever said mockingly. “But I like to see you cry, it’s such an entertainment”Emma’s Vision was blurred with tears, but she blinked a

Chapter 167Emma’s POV“She planned this,” Jayden muttered darkly, his arms crossed and eyes fixed on the far wall like it had betrayed him.“She’s been planning it for a long time,” Kale added, his voice low, yet tight with fury. “Waiting for the right night.”My jaw tensed as I stared down at the bloodstained message carved into that little girl’s skin. That poor, voiceless child Ever had used like a pawn.“The full moon,” I whispered. “She chose tonight for a reason.”Kale nodded grimly. “Full moons heighten everything—strength, power… madness.”“And desperation,” Jayden muttered. “She wants us unstable. Emotional. She’s counting on it.”I clenched my fists.“Good,” I said. “Let her count on it. Let her feed off it. I don’t care if it’s a trap. I don’t care if I walk into her claws and never return—I’m going.”Jayden turned toward me sharply. “Emma—”“No,” I snapped, stepping forward. “He’s my son. I’ll go alone if I have to.”Kale reached for me, his hand gentle but firm as it lan

Chapter 166Emma’s POVThe room was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that doesn’t comfort but claws at your sanity. I was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it held the answers I so desperately needed. But all it reflected back at me was emptiness.The door creaked softly, and I didn’t need to turn to know it was them. I heard the weight of their steps—one lighter, one heavier. The twins. My mates. My torment. My only allies in this twisted nightmare.“We’ve searched every inch of the southern border,” they spoke softly, one after the other, like they was afraid I would break me. Maybe i would.“There was nothing,” he added, standing just behind his brother. “Not even a scent.”I said nothing. I didn’t have the strength to scream anymore. No tears left to shed either. Just… silence. And that terrible, endless ache inside my chest.They moved closer. I felt the edge of the bed dip under he's as weight as he sat beside me. His hand brushed a few strands of hair away

Chapter 165“Emma Emma Emma” Jayden and Kale voices were resounding in Emma’s ears.Her head was heavy, it felt like a brick had fallen on it.She felt the pain on her throat from the hands that were choking her earlier.“Wake up” Jayden and Kale tapped her.Slowly her eyes opened, she saw their figures before her but their faces were blurry. Slowly, she could clearly see them. She looked around her through the corners of her eyes and realized she was lying on the floor.Then the picture of the maid came back to her head. The way she felt when the woman walked in. Her muscles stiffening despite how much her mind wanted her to move.She remembered fighting for her life with all the strength she had. Then, the hooded woman, the twins on the floor, unconscious.They were looking at her, with worry on their faces. As she looked at her mates, she suddenly remembered the sound of knife slicing through flesh and she immediately became terrified.She sat up immediately, searching her body. S