LOGINDamiano's POV
I had a quick shower before changing and heading downstairs.
"You're up early," Leo muttered as I walked into the kitchen, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
I ignored him, knowing he was trying to tease me.
"Do you want to tell me what the green-eyed witch did to you now?" He asked as he handed me a glass of water
I glared at him as I downed the water and dropped the glass on the kitchen counter.
He raised his hand in surrender, walking towards the freezer. He pulled out a few blood packs, staring at the label.
"Chicken. Goat. Uh... Pig—"
"Yuck," I mumbled.
He snickered. "What about fish?"
"Don't even," I snarled.
He let out a chuckle before pulling out another one. "I guess you'll like this."
I watched as he emptied the crimson juice into a glass and handed it to me.
Sniffing the glass, I let out a sigh. "It's Cow." I sniffed again. "And it's a week old."
He nodded. "Do you prefer I mix it with the horse?"
My brows furrowed. That was all I needed to do to get him to stop joking around.
"I'll call the butcher and have him bring in some new stock."
"Better."
Taking a deep breath, I downed the contents of the glass before standing up. I was about to head for the living room when I staggered.
"Hey, be careful, Boss," Leo muttered as he caught me, helping me to the couch.
I rested my head on the armrest. I was weak, so weak.
"You have to go to Porta Inferni," He muttered.
I shook my head. "No, I'm not."
"So do you prefer to grow weak and old?" He asked.
I ignored him, looking away.
He let out a sigh as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. "That's it. I'm calling the hospital, and I'll have them get you something fresh."
"No," I muttered, my voice a little above a whisper.
But he didn't listen. He tapped his screen a few times, before raising his phone to his ear.
"I said, No! Leo," I snapped. I could feel my eyes' color changing. I had to look away so I wouldn't frighten him. "I won't take blood from anyone else."
"Then what do we do?" He asked. "Monday is in a few days, and you'll have to be back in the office. So what'll happen then? "
Leo was right. I had to do something about it or else I wouldn't be able to control myself anymore.
I let out a sigh as I turned to him. "Fine, andiamo all'inferno."
***
The moment we got to the club, I and Leo put on our masks and got in.
The guards led us to our VIP table. We didn't have to say anything to them. They knew the usual. Only let the girls with green eyes through.
It wasn't like they were prettier, it was just that I hated them. They all reminded me of that witch—Simona. Feeding on them made me feel like I was feeding on her—punishing her for what she did to me.
An hour passed, then two, but there was no pair of green eyes in sight, and I was starting to get tired.
"I think word got out," Leo said, pulling my attention.
"Word about what?" I asked, confused.
"About how you only want the green-eyed girls and that they never come back," He added.
I rolled my eyes as I bent over. Images of those eyes flashed in my head.
She frightened me, a lot, and I hated it so much.
Then I felt Leo's breath against my ears. I was about to turn to him when he whispered.
"We've got one."
I raised my head, my eyes opening to meet hers—the girl in front of me.
She had a mask on and long red hair. But something about her reminded me of...her
I couldn't help but smirk. Taking a piece of her would give me more joy than I've ever heard in life.
"Sit," I commanded. She obeyed, sitting next to me.
"Those eyes," I said, "I've been looking for them for a while."
But I'm sure she doesn't know just how much I've longed to see someone like her.
Before I knew what was happening, my eyes fell on the nape of her neck. That was when my her took in her outfit. She looked gorgeous, but none of that mattered to me.
I leaned towards her, unable to control myself when Leo held me back.
"Not here," He muttered, eyes sweeping the crowd.
I let out a sigh before my eyes met hers again.
"Would you like us to go somewhere more—"I followed Leo's earlier trail. "—private?"
"Yes," She giggled like a child.
I smirked. If she was trying to make me think that she was young then she was dumb. To me, she acted like a con artist.
I stood up and turned to her. She handed me her hand, and my smirk deepened before my gaze swept over her in disdain.
She made me want to puke.
I headed through the Club's hallways and towards my room. In a few minutes, I would feel refreshed. And for some reason, she smelled nice.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy, missing my team.
She reached out to me. "Are you okay?" She asked, concern lacing her words.
I didn't answer that, instead I pushed her against a wall.
"I can't wait anymore," I said softly.
In the blink of an eye, I pulled both her arms up, griping them above her.
"Let me go!" She cried out.
It reminded me of the night when Simone yelled and begged us to leave her. But that didn't matter now.
I reached for my mask when suddenly, something hard slammed into my crotch.
Letting go of her, I crouched over, grabbing the spot between my legs.
"I'm going to kill you," I growled. I might be a supernatural being, but that didn't stop me from hurting.
She was about to run when I grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground. She had done. She had made me pissed. I was definitely going to kill her.
I climbed over her as I muttered, "Say hello to the devil for me."
I reached for my mask again when the dizziness crept in. This time, I couldn't stop what happened next.
Then...everything went dark.
***
"Boss! Boss!" A familiar voice called out to me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to find Leo above me.
I pushed him away as I leaned forward.
"What happened?" I asked, rubbing my face when everything came back to me. I turned around. "Where is she?"
"We couldn't find her," Leo replied.
"Damn it!" I snarled as I stood up.
"And Boss," Leo continued, pulling my attention.
I turned to him. "What?"
He raised a small black cloth. It took a second before I realized what it was.
Stunned, I reached for my face. "No."
Then, Leo said the words that came to my mind.
"She must've taken it off."
Alessia's POV Before I could react, Damiano wrapped his hands around me."Where the heck do you think you are going to—again?"The depth in his voice made my heart skip a beat. "Um..." My voice broke. "I need to dress up before the others return.""They won't," He said firmly."And how are you so sure?" I asked, a smirk curving my lips.His deepened into a grin. "Because I told them I would break their bones beyond recovery if they interrupt us."I froze. What the...?I wasn't sure which bothered me the most: the fact that he made that kind of threat, or how he actually did it, because it didn't look like he was lying. "How did you... Do that?" I asked, curiosity tugging at me.He didn't say anything at first. Then his fingers moved, trailing circles on my bare back."I communicated with Cleo through our mindlinks," He said.Now, I was more confused. I know I had seen a few things in some movies, and also read about werewolves being able to talk to each other through their minds.
Alessia's POV When we finally broke free, our breaths came outside ragged.“Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed?” He muttered.“I could say the same of you,” I giggled, ridding his body of the hospital gown. I helped him pull my t-shirt and as soon as I pulled my trousers and flung them away, he pressed me against the wall. His lips captured my mouth, nibbling playfully at my lower lip before trailing down my jaw and to the dip of my neck. He peppered kisses down to my chest, pulling at my bra with his teeth, before ripping the clothing off me with a snag of his hand. My breath caught—in a good way, and I leaned into the warmth coming from his body. In a moment, my feet were off the floor, and he carried me back to the large bed, gently laying me on it. When our eyes met, his was burning with desire. My breath hitched, and my nerves burned with hunger. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my ears. “Are you sure you want this?”I pulled his head to meet his lips, my
Alessia’s POVMy heart stopped.Then started again in a wild, chaotic rhythm.“Damiano…” I whispered, disbelief and relief crashing through me all at once.He squeezed my hand, eyes softening as he looked at me—really looked at me—as if waking up to find me there was the most natural thing in the world.For a heartbeat, no one else breathed.Then Leo lunged forward so fast he nearly tripped over a cord.Damiano let go of my arm as Leo approached. “Holy—Damiano, you bastard!” he barked, half laughing, half furious. “You scared the absolute shit out of us!”Julian was at the bedside next, one hand on Damiano’s shoulder, checking the machines, checking him, checking everything. Roman’s relief came out as a tight exhale, like he’d been holding it in for hours.Cleo blinked hard, then shoved at Damiano’s arm with a trembling hand. “Don’t ever do that again,” she muttered. “I swear I’ll sedate you myself next time.”They all worked together automatically, gently easing him upright, adjusti
Alessia's POV I stood by his side and took his hand in mine.His fingers felt cold in mine.A sharp sound tore out of me—half gasp, half sob. My vision blurred as tears finally spilled over.“Cleo…” My voice cracked so hard it barely escaped. “Is he… is he going to be okay?”Cleo exhaled shakily, rubbing her palms together as if unsure what to do with them.“I don’t know,” she admitted quietly. “A lot of the Sanguis Ash got into his bloodstream. It spreads faster in his kind, whatever he is. I managed to stabilize him, but…”Her throat bobbed.“But I don’t know when he’ll wake up. Or if he will.”The words landed like stones in my chest.I tightened my grip on his hand, leaning over him, letting my tears fall freely onto the back of his knuckles.“Damiano…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please. Please wake up…”Behind me, no one made a sound.Even the machines seemed to hush themselves, as if waiting—hoping—for any sign of him.But he didn’t move.And that silence was the loudest
Alessia's POV My heart thumped against my ribs with every new sight.Cleo glanced back over her shoulder, an amused tilt tugging at her mouth. “A hospital,” she said simply. “Well… our hospital.”“Our?” I repeated.“Yeah.” She gestured casually around us. “For creatures like us.”My eyebrows shot up. “Creatures like you, huh...”Cleo shrugged. “Yeah. Wolves. Vampires. Witches. Sirens. Hybrids. Anyone who doesn’t exactly shine in the human world.” Her voice softened, just slightly. “Humans usually don’t like our kind. Too many stereotypes. Too many fears. Too many ‘monster’ labels.”The look and smirk on her face were saying, 'Just like you.' But I ignored it. She waved a hand around the halls again. “So this place was built to treat supernatural injuries and house anyone who needs refuge. No judgment. No segregation. No pretending to be something we aren’t.”I opened my mouth to say something—anything—but words failed me. Again.Roman walked beside me, hands tucked casually in his p
Alessia's POV I shot awake.My body jerked forward so violently that the seatbelt locked hard against my chest. A strangled gasp tore out of me before I could stop it. My hands flew to my sternum, searching for the knife, for the wound, for anything. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing.Just the pounding of my heart. The cool leather beneath my fingertips. The breath I couldn’t seem to catch.“Alessia!” Leo twisted halfway around in the passenger seat, his voice sharp. “What happened?”Julian’s head snapped toward me from the front, his brows drawn tight. Cleo jolted upright beside me, hair wild and eyes wide.“You okay?” she asked, tone uncharacteristically gentle. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”I swallowed hard, but my throat felt scraped raw. The dream still pressed against the inside of my skull, pulsing, replaying.It felt real. It felt so damn real. The woman's smile. Damiano’s burning chest and how I could tell he was alive without going close to him. My own hand sta







