Damien's POV“What do you want from–” I paused and looked back to see Olivia staring at me through the glass window. She was looking at me, curious to know who it was that I was talking to. I turned away from her and lowered my voice. I couldn’t let her know that I was talking to Simeon.What did he even call me for in the first place? “Hello?” He said from the other end as I went mute. “Simeon, what are you calling me for?” I asked him in a lower voice. “I’ve got some news for you, Damien,” He replied. “Listen well.”Rage formed in my chest as the last word sounded like a command. “How dare you call my line?” I growled at him. “I don’t want to talk to you either, but I have to do that for the sake of my son, Jeremy.”I paused. Thoughts running through my mind in an instant. What about Jeremy? Was he in any sort of danger? I pulled the phone out of my ear and I looked at the unknown number Simeon called me with. Then I recalled what Simeon had called Jeremy– his son?How dare that
Olivia's POV“Liv?!!” Damien yelled out to me. His voice was an echo at the back of my head.I coughed, trying to lift my head off the floor, the smoke was choking me to death before the fire even came.My heart was heaving, thinking about the last time I touched my son, Jeremy.When last I spent a good time with my family– with Damien. A good time without all these enemies and chaos.I would have to manage whatever memory I had of them, till the end of time.“Liv?” Damien's voice drew closer but my eyes were already closing, only that I saw a hand grabbing fire only to get to me.“Oh my goodness– what happened to you?!!” Damien yelled as he cupped me off the ground. “What happened to you?!” He asked.I shook my head slowly, struggling to stay awake. Until it all went blank.I stirred awake, to the smell of mushroom soup. It wasn't my favorite and I cringed when I turned and saw it smoking on a saucer beside me.“You're awake,” Damien said and I turned to see his figure beside me– my
Oliver's POV“Prinsca, your threats are flimsy, they do not shake me, do you hear me?” I yelled as I hit a vase and it crashed on the floor, shattering into pieces.Prinsca jumped back, screaming, “You!!”I bit my lips, watching her with keen eyes as she glared at me. This was beginning to feel too real than it was.“Get out of here, Prinsca. You'll never get what you came for,” I backslashed at her.She grinned, a knowing look on her face as though she– had what she came for.“Won't I? She asked, her grin spreading. I swallowed as goosebumps filled my skin.Knowing Prinsca, she was not one to smile for nothing… I asked myself again.Was I being fooled, again?Was I even doing the right thing?Regardless, for the sake of her pup, I had to consider and carry on my act.“Never.” I spat.“Stop me, if you can,” she replied and stormed right past me, shoving me to the side with her shoulder, her other hand under her baby bump.“Where are you going…?” Before I could finish, she flung the do
Simeon's POV It was working too because the thought of Jeremy returning home to me, the idea that he would forgive me for the pain I had caused him and call me father again filled me with joy. Perhaps, he would even forget with time or the period of pain I had inflicted on him would fade like a shadow at dusk, one pushed back in the background until it no longer held power.I allowed myself to imagine it for a moment—Jeremy walking through the door, taller, stronger, but still with that same look in his eyes. The one he had when he was younger and needed my approval for everything. I could already feel what it would be like to hold him again, to speak to him without guilt tying a rope around my throat.“How will you guarantee Jeremy's safety?” I asked her, suddenly curious. If there was a way or even the slightest chance of a reunion, I was willing to take it.“If our plan works well, Austin will become Alpha and return Jeremy to you,” she said. I was disappointed. Why would she expe
Simeon's POV I tried to imagine what would happen after my death because my death was inevitable. I could not continue living, that much was clear to me already. I did not deserve to breathe and exist in the same world in which Olivia and Jeremy existed. I had failed them and they had moved on with their lives. Every single second I breathed, I felt pain and nothing more within me.The ache in my chest never eased, no matter how many nights I spent alone or how many apologies I whispered into the empty air.“I believe Alpha Damien has done more than enough damage. It is time we show him that he does not deserve to be Alpha anymore. The council is taking us seriously and I am proud of the progress we have made so far,” Lady Bingum was speaking. She was Alpha Orion's Luna and had been placed in charge of the pack since her husband had taken to his sick bed.She stood tall, her presence commanding attention, but I knew her strength came from something more dangerous than duty—it came fr
Olivia's POV I believed Prinsca up to a point. The decision I had to make though was if she was worth the risk.“What do we do?” Damien asked me. We had been deliberating on Prinsca's stay for a while. With Damien's position as Alpha not certain, it was not safe to accommodate her.It had become harder to make decisions lately because every move had to be weighed against not just personal consequences but political ones. It was no longer a matter of right or wrong, but of survival and calculated appearances. Every suggestion needed a backup plan, and even those plans required contingencies.“The army is loyal to you. I think it is time that you announce your Luna and heir to your throne?” I said to him, I had turned this over several times in my mind. If Damien wanted to have the support of his people, he had to show that his position was stable. It was the only way to protect us. People were growing restless, and rumors about his leadership were beginning to spread. It was dangerous