1. He Is Not Worth ItSerena's POV "You have no freaking idea how disgusting you sound right now."" Oh really? Why don't you tell me? You disgusting human filth." His voice hits me back with strong disdain etched in it and this increases the fury in my mind. I'm going so crazy right now. I step towards him and stand directly in front of him. "I don't get you. Is it because of how rich your father is you lift yourself so high you begin to bully and mistreat others anyhow you think? Yet, you have no idea that you are just living off your father's riches. You are nothing more than a bum as far as I can tell. You have achieved nothing and you are just taking your father's heritage as an advantage to bring others down just because they didn't have the kind of opportunity you have." I reply with some more fury and I can realize that the argument between us is already catching the attention of various other students in the hallway. A large number of them are behind him, cheering and sup
Damon's POV LATER THAT NIGHT... I swerve the vehicle through the night on the road, speeding through and glancing at intervals at the dashboard to check the time to ensure that we are not late." Yo man, the way you handled that Serena girl was wild. I mean, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it throughout the day. You were harsh, man. I mean, you couldn't even cut the little girl some slack." Brian, one of my friends in the passenger seat beside me, says out loud, and this forces me to chuckle as I glance at the side view mirror of the car, trying to figure out if there are any cops nearby."Bro didn't even consider that she was a person with a soul and could easily get hurt. I felt the blast of the insult you rained upon her, man; it was epic." Ryan, another of my friends speaks up from the backseat, but all I just do is chuckle as I brush my fingers against my chin, still moving my hand through the steering wheel on the road. I am trying to keep my focus intact and not a
Serena's POVOh, bless me, moon goddess. I have never felt so high and elevated in my life before. Everywhere feels so light-weighted. It feels as though the clouds have surrounded me. In fact. I feel like I am elevating. I can't feel the ground on my feet anymore. I am jumping crazily and screaming my lungs out, allowing the beat of the music to get deep into my senses, moving my body to its own volition without control. I place my hand on my waist and begin to twist crazily, allowing my hair to fall roughly all over my face. I am not in control of myself right now. Oh goodness me, Cassidy was right. I needed this. This alcohol is the strongest thing I have ever tasted in my life. Why hadn't I been constrained enough to think of this whenever I needed to vent off? I feel so happy. I can't even begin to describe it. I feel like all the burdens in my life have been lifted. I feel so free and alive in ways I have never felt before. Hell no. I don't think this is the last time I'm
Damon's POV "oh yes please take me. Please take me I beg you." My beast is growling. Her voice is echoing extremely loud in my ears I am slowly losing control of myself. I shake my head and clench my fists tight against the bedspread.What the hell am I doing? This is my fucking enemy we are talking about. I'm supposed to be giving a punch. I'm supposed to be stabbing her straight in the heart and committing the act that should have been done right from the day she was born, but goddess, I can't stop myself. I can't help it. Her voice. It's so smooth and so silk and so soft it is evaporating my senses and making me not think rightly the way I should. I find myself gazing at her magnificent perfectly white silk pale skin. I have already managed to take off her shirt and her bra and looking at those enticing tits of hers is making my wolf scream with all the desire in my body. This cannot be possible. How the hell can she be my mate? I find myself growling as I bury my face in ben
Serena's POVThat very sharp, familiar cracking sound of my ringing tone, which is the voice of a cock crowing in the morning, forces me to jerk off the bed with sleepy eyes, my surroundings still blurry, and I frown slightly when a sharp pain hits me in the skull, forcing me to wince. I place my palm against my forehead and sigh, trying to ease the sharp pain a little bit before turning around on the bed and sitting up. I cover my face with my palms for a little while, trying to regain my senses. "Oh my god, what the hell happened?" I mutter calmly to myself, the pain still hitting hard against my head. Is this some sort of migraine or what? I think to myself, but that ringing tone is still persistent, somewhere close by behind me, and this forces me to open my eyes for a little while. My surroundings are a little bit unfamiliar, and this makes me blink my eyelids rapidly. Where the hell am I? I think to myself, but I turn my head towards where my phone is and I pick it up imme
Serena's POVI am ignorant of all the looks surrounding me as I grip the handle of my backpack, walking through the hallway towards my target.I don't know why, but for some strange reason, I'm having this strong feeling that everyone seems to be scrutinizing me and gossiping about me right now.It can't be ignored and I can feel it all around me. Every eye is on me. Some of them are giving me looks of chastisement, some are giving me looks of disgust, and some are scrunching up their faces as if I must be the most irritating living being on earth, both human beings and supernatural beings alike. It makes me frown with confusion, but I struggle to keep that thought out of my mind.Whispers are endless all around me and it makes me clench my fists. It is not like it is the first time I am receiving such sort of attention from everyone. But why does it feel so much worse right now? As if something is on my face that is creating another sort of gossip for them.I, however, shake the thou
Serena's POV"This is preposterous. Unacceptable. I don't understand how everything got to this. What the hell were you doing that you couldn't caution your child to maintain her lane and not place her sights in the places she can't reach? What exactly were you doing?!!!" Elder Mobius of the werewolf clan, Damon's dad, is thundering in the Blackthorn mansion, where I remain seated, gazing at the ground with extreme fear in my senses.I am surrounded by our parents, Damon and I, and it is increasing my fear all the more because dad is currently situated in a section of the large expansive sitting room with his legs crossed, relaxed back against the sofa, piercing me with that frightening gaze that tells me that a series of endless punishments are my portion by the time this discussion is over.He looks impatient as he continues to tap his foot on the floor relentlessly, increasing the fear in my body."This is one of the biggest abominations I've ever heard in my entire life in the sup
Damon's POV I won't lie to you. I don't know what everyone is thinking about me right now. I don't know if they can see my expression and tell me what I am thinking deeply. But I am concerned about one thing. I am freaking frightened. I am not frightened because of the ongoing scandal between me and Serena. I am not scared about what I did with her. Goddess knows why I am not even feeling any amount of regret about it. If nothing I am feeling instead a very powerful urge and craving deep down within me to just be with her in any way I can.It's crazy and it feels abnormal. But it's how it is for some strange reason. Looking at her sitting beside me with that majestic, smooth, beautiful, pale face of hers, flashing me those stunning crystal-like irises is giving me some sort of calmness I never expected to feel whenever I'm standing right in front of the man before me known to be my father.I know I am in deep trouble. I know I have messed things up. I can tell that my mom is a
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
DAMON'S POVEveryone's watching me.The silence is brutal, like a noose tightening around my neck with each passing second. I feel eyes cutting into me from every direction—some curious and probing, some coldly judgmental, some downright suspicious and calculating. They're all waiting for me to speak, to break this suffocating quiet. Waiting for me to confirm what they're already whispering in their heads: that something's going on between me and Serena. Something deeper, more forbidden than politics or pack obligations could ever explain.And they're right. Of course they're right. But I can't say it. Not like this, not with my father's penetrating gaze boring holes through my skull.It feels like I'm trapped in a damn cage constructed of expectations and traditions, and every breath is getting harder to take, like the oxygen is being sucked from the room. My chest tightens painfully against my ribs. I have so much I want to say—to shout, even. To tell my father that this is what the
The silence after Damon's outburst is thick. Heavy. It clings to the ruins around them like toxic smoke, suffocating and inescapable. Chunks of concrete and twisted metal lie scattered across what was once a pristine beautiful mansion meant for Damon and Serena's supposedly honeymoon, now a battlefield graveyard. The destruction feels almost alive—a silent witness to the confrontation unfolding in its midst. Mobius doesn't speak right away. He just stares at his son, not with rage or offense—but something infinitely worse. Amusement. A slow, almost indulgent smirk curls across his aristocratic face, the kind of expression one might wear while watching a child throw a tantrum in the middle of a royal hall. His eyes, cold and calculating as winter midnight, scan Damon with clinical detachment, as if trying to decide whether this unprecedented display of defiance was brave… or just pathetically human. The contempt in his gaze is unmistakable—centuries of unquestioned authority compre
Mobius isn't done.Even as Eleanor's words still hang in the air, sharp as blades and weighted with defiance, Mobius steps forward with deliberate menace. His aristocratic features twist into something primally cruel and determined—an expression that has made empires crumble over centuries of his immortal existence. His eyes narrow, cold as winter midnight, and he looks ready to strike—not with claws or fangs, but with words sharpened by centuries of unbending pride and unyielding conviction. His piercing gaze stays fixed on Eleanor like she's a persistent stain he intends to scrub out of the conversation—and possibly existence—entirely."You mortals," he says low, venom curling on his tongue with each syllable, his voice resonating with the dangerous harmonics of ancient power, "forget yourselves too easily. Your lifespans are mere eyeblinks in the cosmic timeline, yet you presume to under
A heavy silence hangs over the wreckage, oppressive and thick like a burial shroud. Dust still dances in the air, countless microscopic particles suspended in time, glowing faintly under the silver fingers of the full moon that stretch across the devastation. And in the middle of it all, Eleanor stands like a flame refusing to flicker out—small yet unmistakably bright against the backdrop of destruction.Everyone is watching her now—Serena's mother, the only mortal in this war-torn circle of supernatural power. Her jaw is tight, muscles visibly clenching beneath her skin; her eyes burning with an outrage that cuts deeper than any magic ever could. The pulse at her throat beats rapidly, betraying the adrenaline coursing through her veins, yet her stance remains unwaveringly steady."You're all arguing?" she says, voice trembling with restrained fury that threatens to break free with each syllable. "Stil
The dust hasn't even settled, still hanging thick in the air like a mourning shroud over what once stood proud and tall.Chunks of concrete lie like carcasses across the compound, jagged and lifeless; twisted steel rods jut from the ruins like broken bones piercing through torn flesh. Smoke curls up into the thick night sky, thick and slow, carrying the scent of destruction with it. And in the middle of this apocalyptic landscape stands Elder Mobius. Damon's father. His sharp eyes—cold as winter frost—sweep the wreckage, not with horror or concern, but with a calculating gaze that assesses value and loss. Like he's watching a fortune vanish before his eyes, each crumbled wall representing nothing but diminished assets.Not a word about Damon. Not a flicker of concern for his own flesh and blood."What the hell happened here?" Mobius demands, voice laced with fury that rises like th