I chuckle nervously as they both begin to lead me out of the school straight towards Luna's vehicle that is waiting at the garage.We all step inside quickly, and I embrace myself tightly, leaning my head against the window and gazing out without any intention of starting up any conversation.I can feel their gazes observing me intently, and I know they have a lot of questions in their heads, but nobody says anything.Yeah, that is the reason why I love my friends so much.They understand me as a person, and they know when it's time to say something and when not to say something.I just know one thing for sure.Right now, I am not in the mood to talk, and I am not in the mood to say anything.I just want to be by myself right now.And I am still thinking about that when that beautiful, gorgeous face pops up in my head once again, and it makes me groan with so much annoyance. I don't know how, but I lif
I pick up my backpack and fling it over my shoulder before getting up and making my way straight to the entrance of the detention hall."Uhmm, hello? Excuse me, Mr. Damon, where the hell are you going? Did you perhaps lose your senses?" he asks, forcing me to stop few meters away from the entrance as I close my eyes and exhale deeply."I need to go home, Mr. Carlos."He laughs out loud and taps his palm against the table in front of him with so much disbelief in his voice."I'm seriously having a hard time trying to understand you, Damon, and I can't actually believe my eyes are witnessing this. But who the hell do you think you are? Do you think because of the powerful and strong influence of your father, you can just go on about doing anything you want without abiding by the law and think you'll just get away easy with it?"I take a deep breath and rake my fingers through my hair as I slowly turn around to look at him.
"That doesn't answer our question," Luna interrupts, forcing me to look at both of them with frustration as I finally slap my palm against my forehead."Okay fine, since you are so adamant and stubborn. I evaded detention, okay? I just really couldn't sit back there and allow Serena to be alone back at home.""Well, she's not alone, and we are right here, so I don't think she actually needs you."I look at both of them with a heavy frown.Why the hell are they suddenly being such jerks right now?I exhale and shake my head before walking over and avoiding their presence as I stumble into the kitchen to realize that Serena is not there.I look back into the sitting room to see both of them gazing at me with their arms folded."Where is she?" I ask, but none of them replies to me, and it makes me look at them with a pleading gaze."Come on guys, are you seriously planning on hiding her from me?"
Serena's POVMoments later, I find myself stirring and rolling on the bed with so much discomfort as I finally get up with frustration after realizing that it is going to be so freaking impossible to get back into bed and continue that delicious sleep I had been enjoying for a while.I huff with frustration and sit up on the bed, looking straight ahead of me as I notice the strand of hair that is obstructing my eyes, tickling my nose a little bit, and I blow breeze against it to force it away from my face, but it is just so stubborn and relentless.I finally give up and wipe it behind my ear before observing the room around me and thinking deeply to myself.I look at the clock at the bedside table to realize that the time is already 8:00 p.m., and it makes me frown intensely.When the hell did it get to that?I look at the time for a very long while with extreme confusion as I furiously shake my head with the attempt to
I hear a slight knock on the door, and it makes me frown intensely as I look at it."Serena, please can you get the door open? We need to talk.""I don't want to have any such discussion with you," I reply instantly and dive into the bed, using the blanket to cover my entire body except my head."Please, Serena, okay?""What exactly do you want to discuss with me that is of much importance right now by this time?""Oh, it's actually about you, and I feel like it's something that needs to be addressed so that things don't get so complicated and hard between the both of us.""I like it complicated as it is, and I want it to be hard, so just fucking leave my life alone!"There is a very brief silence at the other side of the door, and then I hear nothing else as I finally close my eyes and exhale, trying my possible best to relax and cool off.Honestly, my prayer right now is that he has probably left or
I chuckle the moment she says that and shake my head immediately, biting against my bottom lip."Nope, don't do that Luna. Don't do that. Don't bring up some fake stupid thoughts into my head because there is literally no way in hell that can be possible. He himself has already said that he doesn't freaking care about me.""Do you?" Cassidy hurls that powerful, sharp question at me, and I am forced to tilt my head slowly to look at her as I give her a heavy frown. She lifts up her hands in surrender."Okay, I'm sorry. My bad. I just had to ask, okay? Just for some little confirmation."I chuckle and shake my head before glancing at both of them."Well, I guess you are right about that, Luna. We actually need to talk about this, probably some other time when Damon is not around, but I can directly grant you both one thing – there is no way in hell I care about that lunatic. In fact, I hate him with every fiber of my being, and I
The next thing we hear is a sudden growl and a very powerful aura that emanates from Damon as he looks at both Cassidy and Luna, his eyes glowing crimson from nowhere.The sight of that makes me tremble endlessly in his arms as Luna and Cassidy immediately step away quickly, feeling the full force of his powerful authority as an Alpha permeating the entire living room."This situation and this issue don't concern any of you. If you value yourself and you know what's good for you, it would be a very wise decision if you both leave my home right now. I am not harming her - she is my wife and there is no way I can do anything to hurt her. So whatever is going on between us is totally none of your business. Now leave!"I watch with horror as both Luna and Cassidy quickly nod their heads as they shiver visibly before slowly turning around and picking up their backpacks from various sections of the sofa. Within the blink of an eye, they have already exited the building, slamming the door as
"Ahhh," I moan severely as Damon continues to squeeze my breasts harder, pinning me tightly against the sofa and planting so many tremendous kisses against my neck that I feel like I'm losing my mind. I can't even begin to explain the intensity of what's happening deep within my body right now. This is just too crazy, too overwhelming. I'm going to need an explanation for this because it's just too fucking much. I can feel his erection pressing hard against my ass as he slides his palm against my thighs, slowly bringing his hand towards my pussy. My bum shorts are still on, and he takes advantage of that, slowly caressing my clit and making me arch my back against him as I clench my teeth tightly together with raw pleasure. "Oh yes, keep it up, baby," he whispers against my ears. "I want you to moan my name."He takes hold of my neck, holding me tightly against him. "Oh, Damon," I whisper softly as he continues to hold me tightly, kissing my ne
SERENA'S POVThe whispers have stopped abruptly, leaving behind a vacuum of sound that feels more threatening than the voices themselves.But the air still trembles with unease, the silence pressing against my skin like invisible fingers searching for weakness. I can feel the weight of it—the kind of oppressive stillness that sinks into your bones and settles there, making you feel like you're the only thing left alive in a world that's suddenly forgotten how to breathe. The quiet has substance, a presence that fills my lungs with each desperate inhale.The hallway stretches before me, unnaturally... still. No footsteps echoing against marble. No distant chatter of students. No subtle humming of electricity through the walls. Just an eerie stillness, like time itself has forgotten to move forward, caught between one moment and the next in perpetual suspension.I blink rapidly, my pulse quickening to a frantic rhythm as I spin around in place, eyes darting to every corner, every shadow
SERENA'S POVCassie and Luna are staring at me with an unsettling intensity, their expressions frozen somewhere between concern and alarm. It's as though they've just witnessed something shift in my face—something subtle yet profoundly disturbing that I can't see myself."What did you hear?" Luna asks carefully, her amber eyes scanning the space around me methodically, as if she might spot something invisible lurking in the air between us. Her fingers twitch at her sides, ready to summon her power if needed.Cassie leans closer, the scent of her jasmine perfume momentarily overwhelming my senses. "Serena. Talk to us," she urges, her voice low but firm, deliberately calm in a way that makes my skin prickle. "Your eyes just... glazed over for a second."I shake my head, forcing my lips into what I hope resembles a reassuring smile. The muscles in my face feel stiff, uncooperative. "It's nothing. I think... I'm just tired. Stressed. You know how it is with finals and everything." The lie
SERENA'S POV The air feels too still, unnaturally suspended in time and space.The library—usually quiet, yes, but never like this—has taken on a heavy, oppressive silence. A silence that presses against my eardrums and weighs on my shoulders like an invisible burden. My pulse is slowing to an ominous crawl, my breath shaky and uneven, and I finally notice the subtle environmental changes that my anger has triggered: the way the floorboards creaked earlier under invisible pressure, the faint hum of old wiring now fallen silent, the way dust motes have stopped swirling in the golden streams of late afternoon light that slice through the tall windows. It's not just quiet in here.It's frozen. Suspended in amber. Time itself seems to hesitate.Because of me. Because of what I am. What I've become.Cassidy leans in close, her warm breath tickling my ear, her voice a hushed whisper brushing just beneath the oppressive silence. "Serena," she murmurs, her eyes darting nervously to the human
SERENA'S POVThe guard positioned in front of me might as well be carved out of granite—stone-faced, unflinching, and somehow immune to every ounce of white-hot fury I throw at him. His massive frame blocks my way completely, arms crossed over his chest like living barriers."Move," I say through clenched teeth, my voice dangerously low, vibrating with barely contained rage. The corridor's fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his impassive face.He doesn't blink. Doesn't even acknowledge that I've spoken. His eyes—dark and cold as a winter midnight—stare straight ahead, looking through me as if I'm nothing but air."I said, move." Each word drops like a stone between us, heavy with threat and desperation. My hands curl into tight fists at my sides, nails digging crescents into my palms.Still nothing. Not a muscle twitches in his face. The library is too quiet, unnaturally so, as if the world is holding its breath. The air feels too still, too thick with tension. It feels lik
SERENA'S POVI count seconds. Minutes. Hours, maybe. The ticking clock on the wall becomes my only focus as I've stopped listening to the lecture entirely. My fingers tap relentlessly against the polished wooden desk—an impatient, staccato rhythm that's driving Cassidy crazy beside me, though she's too polite to say much beyond the occasional sigh and pointed glance. My eyes flick nervously from the analog clock to the window, where I spot one of the black-suited shadows stationed across the sun-drenched courtyard. Another bodyguard, stiff as a statue, lurks near the gym entrance, his eyes constantly scanning the perimeter. Yet another one positions himself strategically behind the library, almost blending into the shadows of the building. All of them here for me—watchful, vigilant, suffocating.I grit my teeth until my jaw aches. The realization sits heavy in my chest: I'm a prisoner in my own school, surrounded by walls both visible and invisible."Serena," Cassidy whispers, her war
SERENA'S POVI'm surrounded.Not by enemies, not by anything dangerous—well, not in the usual sense of supernatural threats that have become my unwelcome norm. Instead, I'm surrounded by four armed boarding guards stationed strategically throughout the school hallway as if I'm a high-profile political target under imminent threat of assassination. Their vigilant eyes scan everyone who walks by with clinical precision, their postures rigid as steel beams, their expressions ice-cold and perpetually alert, betraying nothing but absolute focus on their singular mission: keeping me "safe."And I am absolutely fuming.I clutch my notebooks to my chest with white-knuckled fingers, trying desperately to breathe past the tightness constricting my throat like an invisible hand. The weight of so many watchful gazes—both the guards' and the curious students'—presses down on me, making the hallway feel smaller with each passing second. I look at the guards again, scattered along the corridor like
The forest is unnaturally still, as if the very air has frozen in anticipation of some unspeakable event.Thick, serpentine mist coils around the gnarled roots of ancient trees as Isabella moves deeper into the woods at the far end of the city, her long dark gown trailing like spilled ink over the carpet of dead leaves. The fabric whispers against the forest floor, a sound too delicate for the malevolence that radiates from her slender form. Shadows crowd her from every angle, pressing against her skin like curious spectators, but she doesn't flinch. Not tonight. The searing pain in her chest is too consuming, drowning out all lesser fears.She grits her teeth, jaw muscles flexing visibly beneath her pale skin, each step sharp with fury and frustration that pulses from her like a beacon. The forest itself seems to shy away from her presence, branches curling back as she passes.Her mind, restless and raw, replays the moment again and again in vivid, excruciating detail—Serena suspende
SERENA'S POVI'm falling.There's no wind, no gravity—just this endless, sickening drop into a black pit that stretches forever beneath me. My arms flail wildly, desperate fingers grasping at empty air, seeking something, anything to halt my descent. But there's nothing. Just darkness so complete it seems to devour even the concept of light.I scream.No sound comes out. My vocal cords strain against the silence, but the void swallows every vibration before it can form into something real.I twist my body, neck craning painfully as I search frantically for a ledge, a crack, a single handhold in this endless darkness. Still nothing. Just me and the hungry void, its maw opened wide to consume me whole. Panic squeezes my lungs with iron bands, my chest burning with a helplessness so profound it feels like drowning on dry land. Then—A light.Far off, warm and pulsing like a heartbeat. Golden threads of hope in an ocean of despair. I reach for it with everything I have, muscles straining
The dust has barely settled, hanging suspended in beams of fractured light that pierce through the collapsed sections of ceiling.The building is a shell of what it was—walls cracked and splintered like brittle bones, furniture reduced to unrecognizable ruins, and the air heavy with the acrid sting of scorched magic that burns the nostrils with every breath. Ancient power lingers, a toxic residue clinging to every surface. But Frederick's eyes aren't on the wreckage surrounding them. They're locked on Serena—his daughter, his blood—with an intensity that could burn through steel.She lies still, her body cradled in Luna's arms like something precious and broken beyond repair. Her skin is ghostly pale against the dark fabric of Luna's clothes, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms. Luna kneels beside them, her slender hands hovering just above Serena's face, fingertips trembling with concentration. Her lips move in silent incantations—ancient words passed down through generati