Damien's Pov The witch's hospital was unlike anything I'd ever encountered in my years as an Alpha. As I watched Serena walked through the corridors with an intuitive grace I hadn't expected, I found myself studying the faces of the people we passed, witches, healers, patients, all living their lives in this sanctuary away from the chaos of the outside world.These people had families, children, hopes and dreams that extended far beyond the political machinations of my pack. The weight of that realization settled heavily on my shoulders as I considered what I'd been prepared to do. In my rage over Lily's deception and manipulation, I'd been ready to tear apart anything and anyone connected to her lies. But seeing this place, witnessing the genuine community that existed here, I knew I couldn't let my personal vendetta destroy innocent lives.I would have to reconsider my approach entirely. Perhaps once Serena was able to use her abilities to detect the truth about pregnancies, we co
Serena's Pov Lily's venomous words hung in the air like poison. "Pole dancer slut." The phrase echoed in my mind, each syllable designed to cut deep and leave lasting wounds. I'd faced cruelty before—years of it from my stepfamily—but something about the way Lily spat those words with such calculated malice made my blood boil."You know nothing about me," I said, my voice steady despite the rage building inside me. "And you certainly don't know anything about what Damien and I share."Lily's laugh was sharp and bitter. "Oh, please. You think what you have with him is special? I've been warming his bed long before you stumbled into his life with your pathetic victim story. This child I'm carrying is proof of our bond, something you'll never be able to give him."Before I could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps on the stone pathway made us both turn. Damien emerged from the shadows, his face was a mask of barely controlled fury. His golden eyes were blazing with an intensity that
Damien's Pov The weight of leadership had never felt heavier on my shoulders than it did in that moment, watching Serena walk away from me with pain etched across her beautiful features. Every instinct I possessed as both an Alpha and her mate screamed at me to follow her, to pull her into my arms and make everything right. But I knew that wasn't what she needed right now. She needed space, time to process the chaos that had become our lives, and most importantly, she needed answers—answers I wasn't entirely sure I could give her.I ran my hands through my hair, pacing the length of my quarters like a caged animal. The DNA test results should have been enough to put this whole nightmare to rest, but Lily's claims about her witch heritage complicated everything. Magic had always been a gray area for our kind, something we understood existed but rarely dealt with directly. The possibility that her supernatural abilities could interfere with modern medical testing wasn't entirely far-f
Serena's Pov The silence that followed my ultimatum was deafening, stretching like a taut wire ready to snap. I could see the shock registering on their faces, the disbelief that little Serena—the girl they'd tormented for years—had finally grown a backbone. But that shock quickly morphed into something far more dangerous like rage.Elena was the first to move, her perfectly manicured nails curling into claws as she lunged forward. "You cocky little bitch!" she snarled, her fingers tangling in my hair with vicious intent. "Who the hell do you think you are?"Pain shot through my scalp as she yanked hard, but before I could react, Sloane joined the fray, grabbing my other arm with bruising force. "Just because you're sleeping with our brother doesn't mean you can talk to us like that!" she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Damien is still our family, our blood, and you're nothing but a temporary distraction!"The word 'brother' hit me like a physical blow, confusion mixing with th
Serena's Pov The familiar scent of earth filled my nostrils as we approached the pack, and for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to breathe. The nightmare that had consumed the last few hours was finally behind us—or so I thought. My mind was still reeling from everything that had transpired, the way Damien had somehow managed to turn Vincent's own allies against him with nothing more than his commanding presence and strategic words. It was like watching a master chess player execute the perfect endgame, except the pieces were werewolves with deadly claws and the board was soaked in blood.But even as relief washed over me, confusion gnawed at my insides like a persistent ache. How had Damien done it? How had he managed to convince Vincent's most loyal followers to switch sides in a matter of minutes? The power he wielded wasn't just physical…it was something deeper and more primal. Something that spoke to the very essence of what it meant to be a werewolf.And then there was Lily
Damien's Pov .The explosion seemed to have traumatized Vincent as he kept looking.The fire outside painted flickers of orange and red across the shattered walls, and through it all, Vincent's expression was a canvas of disbelief, rage, and a hint of madness.But he didn't speak so I did."Don’t worry," I said, voice smooth but soaked with venom. "All of this... every single detail, every blast, every defection, every crumbling brick—was planned."He blinked rapidly, face twisted as though trying to wake from a nightmare."From the moment you planned that attack on me, Vincent. You thought I wouldn’t survive. You thought the battlefield would be the end of me."I took a slow step forward."But you made a mistake," I continued. "One, you never anticipated all of the shit, You didn’t know my mate would be there. I didn’t either. That part… that part still makes my blood boil. But I figured out why."Vincent shook his head, a pitiful tremble at the edges of defiance."You and the Blue M