Chapter Eighty: The Mating Announcement(Cara's POV)The moment Sophia walked into the house, I knew that something had happened.Her face radiated joy, her eyes sparkling, her step light. There was an unmistakable glow about her, and I already hated it. Whatever the cause of such joy could not be good for me.She barely even looked at the rest of us—Liam, Vanessa, our parents, and me—before smearing her hands together and crying out with a strangled grin. "I have news!"I was nervous sick. What could she possibly have to be that excited about? Liam, who'd been lying on the couch with his arms crossed, braced himself at once. His face darkened, and he gave her a snarling stare."What news?" His tone was tight-lipped, cautious.Sophia took a deep breath, almost smiling as she dropped the bomb."Damon and I are having our mating ceremony next month!"There was silence.The entire room halted.I held my breath as a jagged, searing pain tore through my chest.No. This can't happen.My f
Chapter Eighty One – Cara's Plan(Cara's POV)I was sitting in my room, staring at the wall, my mind elsewhere.Sophia.The taste of her name was bitter on my tongue.That woman had everything handed to her on a silver platter. The respect, the love, the adoration of the pack. And now. now she would get Damon as well.I clenched my fists.No.I wouldn't let her.Damon was dominant, strong, and powerful—the kind of man who required a woman equal to himself, not some little whiny person who made a fuss over her emotions.If anyone was going to stand at his side, it would be me.Not her.My lips spread into a slow smile.If Sophia wished to be his partner, I'd make her live to regret it.Damon was a man. And men had vulnerabilities.It wouldn't take much to distract him.If he needed someone in his bed, it should be me. If he needed someone to run beside him as his equal, it should be me.I stood up, smoothing my dress, already thinking about how this would go down.I knew just what to d
Chapter 82: Her Regret(Damon's POV)The moment the door groaned open, my head snapped toward it, my brows knitting as I saw her standing there—Cara.I hadn't expected her to show up here. Not after all of this. Not after I had made it so clear that I had picked Sophia.But there she was, standing in my doorway, eyes dark and inscrutable, lips twisted into a small, knowing smile. A dangerous smile.I stood up, pushing away from my desk where I had sat with my mind off in space. "What are you doing here?" My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn't care.Cara took a slow step forward, her hips angling ever so slightly, her eyes locked on mine. There was something unnerving about the way she walked—like an animal stalking its victim."I came to see you," she said simply, her tone as smooth as honey.I clamped my jaw. "You shouldn't have come here, Cara. You know why."She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head and smiling. "Why? Because of Sophia?"My heart ached to hear Sophia's
Chapter Eighty-One: A Dangerous Game Cara's POV The air was heavy with heat and the scent of sweat. My body still vibrated, my skin warm from Damon's touch. I lay next to him, feeling his heartbeat return to normal as he stared at the ceiling. He had been silent for some time now, and I knew why. He was thinking about Sophia. That name made my stomach curl with anger. I hated her. I resented how she had Damon's heart, how he looked at her with so much love and adoration. But tonight, I changed that. Tonight, Damon was mine. I rolled onto my side, resting my head on my hand as I looked at him. His jaw was clenched, his lips folded into a thin line. I could see the guilt fighting inside of him. Too bad for him—I wasn't going to let him regret this. I leaned in and traced my fingers over his chest, my caress soft, taunting. "Promise me something, Damon," I breathed low. His gaze snapped to mine, dark and unfathomable. "What?" I smiled sweetly. "On the day of the mating ceremony,
Chapter Eighty Four : The Taste Of Victory (Cara's POV)I sat beside the large window in my room, looking out at the Sophia. The night was charged with happiness, the celebratory cheer already present in the air.I smiled to myself, quietly.How ridiculous she was.Sophia had truly believed she would be Luna, his own. She had been switching dresses, trying on the one that would be perfect for her, having her gown altered while she dreamed about the moment when Damon would exclaim her name.She knew nothing.Damon had pledged to me.It didn't matter that everyone in the whole pack was convinced Sophia was his mate. It didn't matter that everyone was there for her.When the moment came, Damon would use my name instead.And I would proceed smiling on my lips, watching Sophia's universe disintegrate.I could already picture the look on her face—the confusion, the shock, the pain of humiliation.Would she weep? Would she try to protest?Not that it would ever matter.After Damon had made
Chapter Eighty Five: The Calm (Cara's POV)The dim light of a candle cast long shadows on the walls of my room. I brushed my hair in front of my mirror, my lips curved into a slow smile. It was mating ceremony night.A night Sophia believed was hers.How naive.I grasped for a silver chain, tracing the delicate string with my fingers. It was little, but it would have to do. My gown, the one I would wear when Damon said my name and not hers, folded neatly on my bed. It was nowhere as fancy as Sophia's—no one expected that I would need one. But I had arranged things for myself, quietly, in the darkness.Sophia had spent days selecting her dress, staring into the mirror, dreaming about tonight.She actually believed she'd be Luna.But I was aware of better.I softly hummed, getting up and running my hands over my dress. Just as I was going to sit back down, the door to my room exploded open suddenly.Vanessa.I rolled my eyes the moment I set eyes on her. She was boisterous, self-center
Chapter Eighty-Six: Left Behind(Cara's POV)It was near electric. The music was blaring with the beat of footsteps and the laughter of people as Sophia, Liam, and Vanessa finished their last touches to walk away. They were perfection-perfect-looking—wearing expensive fabrics, hair neatly styled, dressed to stroll in to the wedding as if they did not care that the world was in their debt.I stood by the door, twiddling with the humble dress I had been able to prepare. It was less elegant than Sophia's or Vanessa's, but it was neat. I didn't anticipate overshadowing them—I just wanted to be there.Deep within me, I believed that I would get to go. That even though I wasn't one of them, that even though I wasn't Luna's favorite, that somehow I would still get this chance.I was wrong."You're not going."Luna's voice was cutting, unrelenting, leaving no space for argument.For a moment, I believed I had misheard. I glanced around at her, my heart skipping a beat."What?" My voice was so
Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Promise(Cara’s POV)The air buzzed with excitement, and my heart raced in my chest. Tonight was the night—the night Damon would finally choose me, the night everything would fall into place.I stood in the middle of the grand hall, my fingers twisting nervously in front of me. Wolves moved around, making last-minute preparations, their voices blending into a steady hum. My dress, though not as extravagant as Sophia’s, was perfect to me. I had spent so much time preparing for this moment, making sure everything was just right.But none of that mattered now.I needed to see Damon.I bit my lip, my eyes scanning the room for him. He had promised me. He had told me that no matter what happened, I would be the one he chose. I believed him—of course, I did. But I needed to hear it one more time. I needed to see him, to feel him, to know that nothing had changed.I turned my head and spotted Lucas standing near the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest. He was
Chapter 158 – Trapped in DeceptionDamon's POVThe air was thick in my study. Tension-charged. A burning heat radiated in my chest from a pain that had no reason behind it. A mixture of anger, fear, and confusion.Sophia was nowhere to be found.I had attempted. Texted. Waited.Nothing.She always kept her word. Always told me where she was going to be.But now… nothing.Lucas sat across from me, his hands flying quickly across the tablet screen. He had been quiet the last few minutes, trying to track Cara's phone. The guards we'd sent had lost Sophia. And now Cara too.I did not want to think it. I did not want to believe that Cara was involved. But every fiber of my being was screaming otherwise."Any signal?" I asked, my throat scratchy."Not yet," said Lucas. "Just another second or two. If she's got her phone on, we'll pinpoint it."Before he could finish speaking, the study door creaked open.I raised my head hastily.And there she was.Cara.Craddling the baby in her arms.My h
Chapter one hundred and fifty seven Suspect Damon's POVI waited in the study, staring at the clock.More than when she was supposed to call. I had told her to message me or call me the moment she arrived at the location Alec Davis had given her. She promised she would. I believed her. I believed she would keep herself safe.Too long. Too silence now.I picked up my phone and dialed her again.It rang once.And then twice.And then went to voicemail.I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. I tried a third time. Still nothing.A thunderous knock on the door caused me to look up."Come in," I said, attempting to sound calm.Lucas came in, holding a small tablet. I could tell from his face that something was wrong."We've got a problem, Alpha," he told me. "The guards we sent to tail Sophia… they lost her."My heart sank."Lost her?" I repeated, my voice even.What does that even mean?."She went into the building," he explained. "But she never came out. The guards stayed, maybe thi
Chapter 156 : Trapped By CaraThe streets were deserted as I walked to the destination I had been sent. It was an old street, near the town center, yet still deserted enough to make me get a bit apprehensive. I held my phone tight.And then suddenly—A heavy sound behind me.Before I could even turn, someone grabbed me hard from behind. A fist closed over my mouth. I struggled, kicked, screamed — but the rag over my mouth muffled my cry.I was pulled back, through an alley. My heart thudded so violently I thought it would burst.I caught sight of the shape of a broken-down, falling building — the windows broken, the walls cracked. My gut wrenched.They shoved me in.The air was thick with dust and mold. I was tied at the wrists. My mouth was open, my throat dry."W-What's going on?" I gasped. "Let me go!"And then I saw her.Cara.She stepped out of the darkness as if catwalking down a catwalk. Unfazed. Unapologetic. Evil.Caleb was behind her. He turned his head aside when I tried to
Chapter 155 :?The Weight in My Chest(Damon's POV)The air in my study was stale. The room smelled of old pages and quiet reflection. I had a book in my hand, but I wasn't reading. My eyes had been on the same line for the past five minutes. My mind wasn't calm.Not since that message came.Alec Davis — the name that had been so important to Sophia. Her favorite author. The one author who had written stories that had comforted her when the world had been cruel.Now that same author wanted to meet her in person. Alone.I didn't care for it. Not at all. It was strange. It felt too abrupt. Too personal. And something in the message… it had my wolf unsettle with unease.Just then, the door to our bedroom opened.Sophia stepped out. She wore light jeans and a soft cream-colored sweater. Her hair was brushed back neatly. She looked beautiful, but her face carried excitement, like a child about to meet her hero.“Damon,” she said gently.I turned in my chair, eyes meeting hers.“I’m getting
Chapter one hundred and fifty four : Cara's BargainPOV: CaraIt was cold air, night air, gliding down my body like a caress. I walked through the woods, taking my time, no hurry. My black trench coat was enveloped around me, heels of shoes sinking delicately into sodden ground as I went deeper into the trees. The moon was silver, distant, cold—like I am tonight.I'd given the message to Caleb hours ago. He responded right away."Same location. Midnight."This is the time I need Caleb the most, I know he doesn’t like Damon, and this is the time for me to act like I care about him.I smiled as I walked towards the small cabin hidden at the edge of the border, a place that only the two of us knew. A place that was filled with tired memories, lust, lies… and now, a new plan.The door was already open before I could knock.He stood there, big and broad, still with that same obstinate look he always had. Caleb. My history. My instrument."Cara," he said coldly. "What are you doing here?""
Chapter: Secrets and ShadowsDamon's POVThe moonlight through the big windows in my office cast silver streaks on the floor. I sat at my desk, drumming fingers on the wood with nervous restraint. I had banished Sophia earlier that day, telling her I needed to rest. But my thoughts wouldn't rest tonight.Not after that message.Something is amiss.A knock on the door."Come in," I replied.Lucas walked in. My Beta. Loyal. Calm. Sharp.He bowed slightly. "You called, Alpha?"I nodded and motioned to the seat across from me. "Sit. We have to talk."Lucas sat, understanding the seriousness in my voice. "What is it?"I placed my phone in his hands and let him read the message.He read again, slowly.And then looked up at me with an eyebrow raised, furrowed face. "Alec Davis. wants her to come alone?""Yes," I said. "No destination yet, but I know Sophia will depart once it comes. And she doesn't want me included."Lucas sat back. "That's not wise. She's the Luna. What if it's a trap?""Th
Chapter 152: Something She's Keeping SecretDamon's POVThe room was peaceful.Sophia was in my arms, her head gently on my chest. She smelled of roses. Her breath was hot on my skin. Outside was quiet. No guard shouting. No wolves training. Just us. Alone. Safe.I kissed her forehead gently. She smiled faintly but did not open her eyes. She was tired. Maybe it was everything that happened today. The elders visited us earlier. They brought laughter and gifts—but tension as well. They kept reminding us that the pack needed an heir. That we owed it. A future to build.Sophia had said nothing after they left. I'd known something was bothering her. I hadn't asked. Not yet. I'd known she'd tell me when she was ready.Now, in this soft silence, I sensed her release once more."Are you alright?" I whispered, running my hand down her spine."I'm fine," she replied, her tone soft and slightly unsure.But before I could ask her anything else, her phone beeped.She sat bolt upright, grabbing the
Chapter 151: "The Game Begins"POV: CaraThe room was quiet—too quiet. Just the way I liked it.I perched on the bed in the guest room Damon had so generously allowed me to occupy. A part of me was entertained at how uneasy Sophia and Damon both were with my presence, yet they didn't have the backbone to tell me to leave. Guilt is such a potent leash. And I intended to tug it tighter.I deliberately folded my knees, watching as the curtain twitched to an imaginary dance created by a whiff of a breeze coming in through the window. Outside, the pack revelled, their laughter and cheers causing my stomach to churn—though not from envy. No, it was. enjoyment.For deep within, they knew not that their peace was what I held within my hand. And tonight, I was about to shatter.My phone buzzed on the table next to me. I grasped it drowsily and smiled at the name lighting up the screen: Mia — Publisher.Perfect timing.I picked up the phone in a sugary, scripted tone. "Mia, sweetheart. I was ju
Chapter: The Search for Alec DavisDamon's POVThe night was still. Too still.I sat in my study, the gentle glow of the fire illuminating shadows in the dark corners of the room. The logs popped as I stared into the fire, my mind far away. My mind wandered back to earlier today—when the elders had come to demand an heir, when Sophia had looked at me with that mixture of hope and fear. I had told her everything would be fine, but that little ball of doubt in my chest wouldn't go away.The heir.Was I already letting her down?I had promised Sophia that I would never abandon her. To protect her. To care for her. But how could I make her so joyful when something as important as this was slipping away from us?I sighed, slouching in my chair and running my hand through my hair. I had to clear my head. But I'd already wasted hours pacing, deliberating, trying to come up with a solution.And then, the one thing that could possibly cheer her up, I remembered.Alec Davis.I had heard her onc