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 Eighty-Eight: Waiting (Cara's POV)The corridor was full of people, but I waited alone. My heart beat fast, my hands were cold, and my stomach was tight with nervousness.This was it.The evening Damon would come and get me.I had waited that long. I had dreamt of this. Imagined it, how it would come about. I understood there were impediments—Sophia, the elders, expectations of the pack—but that all didn't count.For he vowed it to me.Damon had told me that I was the one. He had told me that no matter what would come, he would never release me. I held on to those words as if they were the only thing that could make me breathe.So why was I so scared?I swallowed hard, taking it in. The great hall was festively dressed, with red and silver banners hanging overhead, and golden candlelight shining off of the gleaming floors. Wolves made quiet excited exchanges back and forth, the excitement apparent in their gentle spoken words.I tried to stay calm. I didn't need to go crazy.
Chapter Eighty Nine: Shattered(Cara's POV)I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe.Damon had just uttered the words that destroyed me."I choose Sophia Wilson as my mate."The applause in the room was distant, muffled, as if I was drowning in an ocean of betrayal. My heart pounded in my ears, loud and wild, but at the same time, everything inside me had stopped, gone numb.This wasn't happening.It couldn't be happening.My fingers trembled at my sides while I looked at him, praying for him to turn and see me, to tell me that this was some terrible prank.But it wasn't.Sophia's smile glowed with triumph as she approached him, each step slow and measured, as if she wanted to savor the moment. The moment she had won.She had taken everything from me.But no.Damon had given everything to her.My breathing came in harsh, strangled gasps as I fought against the tears burning in my eyes. I wouldn't weep. I wouldn't let them see me weep. Not here. Not in front of him.And t
Chapter Ninety: The Pain and the Promise(Cara’s POV)I ran.I didn’t know where I was going—I just knew I had to get away.The cheers from the ceremony still rang in my ears, taunting me, haunting me. My breath came out in sharp gasps, my vision blurred with tears, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My legs moved on their own, carrying me deep into the forest, far away from the pack, far away from him.Damon had chosen Sophia.He had kissed her in front of everyone.And then, he had smiled at me.Like I was nothing. Like I was just another fool who had believed in his lies.A strangled sob escaped my throat as I pushed forward, my dress catching on branches, my bare feet scraping against the rough ground. But I didn’t care. I wanted the pain. I wanted something—anything—to remind me that I was still alive. Because right now, it felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and stomped on.The trees grew denser, the shadows swallowing me whole. The night was cold, but a fire burned i
Chapter Ninety-One: The Night Talk(Damon's POV)It was a peaceful night, with the air fresh and cool, as the warm light of the lanterns shone softly within the room.Sophia lay on the bed, her breathing slow and steady. She looked peaceful, completely relaxed after everything that had happened today. I should have been so too—relieved, happy even. I had made my choice, I had done what was asked of me. But something in my chest was. amiss.I pushed the thought away as Lucas leaned on the window, smiling. He had his look in his eyes—the one he always had when he was about to tell me something that I didn't want to hear."Man," Lucas laughed, shaking his head. "Looked like she sucked on a lemon."I didn't answer immediately, pouring a glass of whiskey instead. I didn't know if I was ready for Cara.Lucas didn't care. He continued.She stood there like she'd just been slapped across the face. I mean, I was convinced she was gonna pass out in front of everyone." He jeered. "The way she ju
Chapter Ninety-Two: In Search of Cara(Damon's POV)The night was colder than usual.I sat in my room, by myself, staring at the flickering candle on the table. The room was quiet, but not my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling inside me.Cara.Where was she?I leaned back in my chair, letting out a deep breath. My fingers tapped on the wooden armrest, my thoughts whirling.It had been hours since she flew off into the forest.I thought she would return at first.She always did.No matter how mad she was, no matter how much she wanted to just vanish, she always came back. But this time… this time was different.Lucas had mocked it before, laughing about how hurt she would have been. He acted like it was no big thing, like Cara's pain was funny. I had laughed along with him.But now, I wasn't laughing.Something about the fact that she had just disappeared wasn't sitting right with me.Cara wasn't breakable. I knew that.But I also knew that when people w
Chapter 163 The Day I Lost EverythingCara's POVI walked into the pack big room with a smile on my face.The big room were quiet, too quiet.I assumed Damon was in a meeting. Maybe sleeping.So I made my way straight to the living room.But then—I froze.My heart almost jumped out of my chest.I saw her.Sophia.Sitting on the couch beside Damon.Her body was weak, but her eyes… they were sharp. Alive.She wasn't supposed to be here.She was supposed to be incarcerated."No…" I whispered.Sophia turned her head slowly.Our eyes met.My breath caught in my throat.I was immobile. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.She stood up."How are you…?" I stuttered, stepping back."I thought—""Leave," she said.One word, but it hurt."Please…" I whispered. "Please, Sophia… I didn't mean to hurt you. I was angry. I—I felt betrayed. I felt invisible."Her eyes didn't change. She just continued staring at me like I was nothing.Like I never mattered.I dropped to my knees."Please… for the sake
Chapter 162: Cara Deceit Failed Damon’s POVI held Sophia tightly in my arms as I walked into the pack house.My chest still burned with anger. My heart still beat very fastBut all I could think of was her—how small she felt, how cold her skin was, how tired her eyes looked.I kicked open the door to my private quarters. The maids rushed forward, shocked to see her like this. I said nothing.No one needed to speak. They saw it on my face. They saw the danger in my silence.“Leave,” I told them.And they left.I laid Sophia gently on the bed, still holding her hand. Her lips were dry. Her eyes were barely open. She had been through hell, andg she still didn’t complain“You’re home,” I whispered. “You’re safe now, Sophia. I’m here.”She didn’t say anything. She just blinked slowly, like she was still trying to believe it.I stood up and ran to the bathroom.I filled the tub with warm water and laid out soft towels.Then I came back, picked her up again, and carried her to the bathroom
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-OneFree From Her CaptiveSophia's POVI sat on the filthy, cold floor of the empty building, my knees up to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around them. My whole body ached—my legs, my back, my shoulders. Everything hurt. My head throbbed from the slap Cara had given me. My lips were parched, my belly grumbled, but I couldn't eat. I just couldn't. Not when my heart was filled with so much fear.I was tired. Tired of crying. Tired of waiting.But still. I waited.For him.Damon.Please, Damon. come.I couldn't help but replay that moment when Caleb finally handed me his phone and said, "Text him. Tell him where you are. He'll come for you."I had stared at the phone like it was a gift from heaven. I typed the message with shaky hands. And now. I waited. Again.Each sound outside made me jump. Each creak of wood. Each sigh of wind. My eyes would flicker to the door, hoping… praying… but nothing. Just shadows and silence.Caleb stood at the broken window,
Chapter One Hundred and SixtyI Know You're LyingDamon's POVI sat myself on the bedside.Staring at my phone.So many thoughts in my head. I did not eat. I did not sleep. I had not even showered. I kept waiting for a call, a text. something.It did.My phone lit up. A text was sent.From Sophia.My fingers shook as I held the phone. My heart was pounding."Damon, I'm in an old building by the river beside the nearby pack, Come. Don't tell Cara I sent this. I'm fine but scared. I need you."I stood there, I couldn’t believe it.I couldn't believe it. My chest expanded and contracted quickly. My eyes scanned the words over and over.She's alive.Sophia is alive.But… trapped?And she asked me not to tell Cara.Why?I sprang up in a flash, prepared to dash out of the room. I had to reach her. I didn't have a moment to spare.But then—The door creaked open.Cara stood in the doorway.She was smiling.Her hair was tucked neatly back, her dress perfect as ever. But I saw nothing but dark
Chapter 159 – A Glimmer of HopeSophia's POVThe walls that closed in around me were damp, cold, and cracked. I was on the floor in the corner of the empty room, my arms sore from having them tied behind my back for so long. My ankles were scraped and bruised. The ground was hard. The air smelled of dust, mold, and old paint. It was the kind of place you leave people to be forgotten.But I wasn't forgotten.Not yet.I hadn't eaten for a day—maybe two days. My lips were dry. My stomach growled in pain, not just hunger. But I didn't eat the food they'd brought before. I couldn't. Every bite would be like giving up. And I wasn't ready to quit.Suddenly, the door opened again.I looked up, expecting Cara to enter and taunt me for my misery. But it wasn't her.It was Caleb.He entered quietly, holding a small tray. On it was a piece of bread, a small bowl of scrambled eggs, and a bottle of water. He set it down quietly next to me, kneeling to my level."You have to eat," he said softly.I
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