Damon’s POVHolding Zirah's soft body against mine felt amazing. Our tongues melded together in a passionate kiss as we grew closer. Not wanting it to move in another direction she wasn't ready for yet, I put a stop to the kiss.Resting my head on hers, I whispered,"I think we should stop now." "Me, too." She agreed but her eyes and body were saying another thing."Why are we whispering?" I asked, amused.She also thought about it and burst into laughter."I don't know, I should ask you."I moved over to the counter, thinking of what to make for both of us."Is your head better now?" I nodded the tiny bump on her head."Yeah, it's already going down. What are you doing?" She asked as she saw me arranging pots and pans on the stove."Making breakfast. Are you hungry?""I guess that's why I'm down here." She ducked her head, her face red."Here I thought you missed me.""Hah, you wish. You're still on probation though." She said as she gingerly walked over the pool of spilled juice t
Zirah’s POVWallowing in my room for three whole days was not my thing, even when my abusive stepfather tried to punish me by locking me in my room, I always found a way to escape.For the first day, I was so angry that I refused to go outside even for a meal but by evening when my stomach started protesting and crying out for food, I decided to go outside even if it meant having to see that liar 's face.I would just ignore him, I thought.Only as I was about to open my door, a knocking sound. Thinking he was the one, I ignored it and continued sulking until a lady's voice called out,"Ma'am? Are you in there?"I leaped off the bed in curiosity and went over to the door. Sadly, it was not those types that had a peephole that you could use.I swung the door open and a lady in a uniform I recognized to be the housekeeper's clothes, smiled politely at me and handled a well-covered tray."I'm very sorry for the delay, ma." She bowed deeply in apology.I waved my hand around her and the
Zirah's POVI let out a tiny laugh as I did a happy jiggle in the kitchen as I waved the spatula in my hands to and fro.I knew I was glowing, you didn't need to tell me. Having sex with Damon was sooooooo good, with emphasis on the so. I already knew it would be amazing but this was the earthquake type of amazing, and ever since Damon and I grew closer and closer. I didn't regret the decision not for once, although from time to time images of Noah came into my mind but I batted them away with alacrity.Strong, muscular arms snuck up behind me and banded around my waist. My smile grew up a notch as I placed my hands on them.Light, feathery kisses peppered the side of my neck before the mouth latched on to my neck, sucking.My eyes closed, "Someone's happy to see me this morning." I moaned, dropping the spatula as I arched my butt against his hardening member."I missed you in bed this morning." A soft, husky voice whispered against my neck."I wanted to get started on…." I trailed o
Zirah's POVIt has been two weeks since the attack that took place in the front yard, and although Damon had told me that there have been no other attacks, I felt uneasy about the whole situation.Damon, however, has been so sweet, even though I can point out that some of his actions might be a little possessive but I ignored it.So far, the past two weeks have been blissful. I've never been loved and cared for the way Damon did for me.The surprise gifts, how he still made time for me amidst his busy schedule, being so patient and caring with me...all of it just made me like him the most. And made it a little bit easier to forget Noah.Yes, that's another thing. Damon told me he loved me a couple of nights ago when things were getting steamy between us but seeing the shock on my face, he quickly reassured me that I didn't need to say it back until I wanted to or was ready. But since then, anytime he lovingly caresses my face and tells me he loves me, the hopeful and crestfallen look
Helen's POVI've been staring at the wall for god's know how long but I was seeing the shimmery, smooth rose gold paint, instead all I could see was Damon and that *tramp* I saw outside his home fucking like two bunnies in his kitchen.I was denied entry to his home a couple of days after our altercation in the yard, and once my three-day rule had elapsed, I did the little display with the cars, loving the fury and tiny bit of fear on his face when it happened. I was hoping to bring him to his senses and do the right thing with the bomb, instead, I drove him further into her arms.What the fuck was so special about a woman with a bloody scent?I curled my lips into a sneer at the thought, but immediately relaxed my facial muscles as years of training by my tutor came roaring with a vengeance."To be eternally beautiful in practice. What you feed your body is what it will give out, therefore no frowns, no slouching, and no eating of junk."Constantly drilled into my ears for over twen
Damon's POV "We have a problem. Helen's missing." I turned to him suddenly, shocked at hearing those words. We were in my office, where we usually met for briefings, and Tristen suddenly burst out mere seconds after entering the office. I went to close the door, then locked it, making sure no one can overhear our conversation. "What do you mean missing?" I asked, confused. "I don't know where she is." He blew out an exhausted breath before dropping into the nearest chair. I glanced at Tristan worriedly. "How can you mean you don't know where she is?" He rubs at his eyes which had massive dark circles under them, he looks like he hasn't slept in days, and knowing Tristan, he probably hasn't. Poring through every minor detail to make sure that we don't get another surprise visit, and that we catch the perpetrators that were involved in the vehicle bombing. I felt a pang of guilt knowing that I caused all this, and was indirectly responsible for what he was passing through right
Zirah's POV Something is wrong.Don't ask me what or how I know but my instincts tell me that something is wrong somewhere.Damon hasn't been how he used to be for the past couple of days. He's been more tensed up than usual and frustrated, anytime I ask what happened, he shrugs it away. It's not like he's changed towards me or something, but his movements recently have been shifty. To take calls outside, and have separate meetings away from me. I don't want him to tell me all about the pack politics or carry me along in every single thing but I thought we were growing closer not apart.I was in the kitchen overlooking the yard, my chin in my hand, lost in thoughts.Damon was 'out' for one of those meetings.I traced my fingertips over the squeaky clean surface of the countertop and brought it close to my face to examine. Not a single dirt.I flopped back on my seat and groaned out loud for a long. All day, every day while Damon was busy, I laid around doing nothing!At first, the l
Damon's POV I watched Zirah over the rim of my coffee mug as she chattered on and on about a lot of things.I'd long since given up trying to figure out what she was talking about, since when I would focus on one, she would jump into another topic.Of course, I made the right responses as I 'ooh-ed' and -ahh-ed in the right places as she blabbered on. I had noticed some kind of distance between us over the past few days, mostly caused by me but I had no idea what was going on with her. She had even slept in the room I gave her some nights ago.Tonight was going to be a full moon, I thought. It would be a nice opportunity to shift into my wolf form and let him roam free, hopefully, that would shut his crouching for a while.Even I needed it, at least to forget temporarily all the responsibilities I carried and amble through the woods luxuriating in the silvery glow of the moon.While sipping on my scorching hot black coffee, I peeked at my phone to see if I had gotten a message but th