LOGIN3rd Person's POV Damon and Oliver stood at a distance from the region where the witches and hybrids lived. The boundary was heavily guarded, and even pure-blooded wolves were forbidden from entering without permission. “It wasn't known to us in the capital,” Oliver whispered, his gaze fixed on the settlement beyond the boundary.“Because they made sure we never found out,” Damon replied.He raised the binoculars to his eyes and carefully observed the streets surrounding the boundary. At first glance, everything appeared ordinary. People moved through the streets, vendors called out to customers, and workers went about their daily tasks.But Damon wasn't looking at the obvious.“Look closely,” he said.Oliver turned toward him.“Did you notice the men dressed like commoners? Some are selling goods, some are begging on the streets, and others are sweeping or doing other ordinary work.”Oliver narrowed his eyes and followed Damon's line of sight. Once he focused on the men Damon was po
3rd Person's POV Reina was covered from head to toe when Oliver glanced at her and remarked, "You look different today. Are you feeling cold?""Yeah, a bit," she replied, pulling her collar up slightly to hide the marks on her neck.Beside her, Damon hid a subtle smile. Beneath the table, his hand slid onto her thigh, his warm palm resting firm against her skin. She tilted her head to look at him, but he kept his gaze fixed on his plate, casually eating as if he weren't doing a thing."I need to step out today," Nica announced, breaking the quiet around the table.Oliver immediately turned to her, his brow furrowing. "Why?""I have a friend living nearby. I want to visit him," she replied."Just be careful when you head back," Damon warned, his tone growing serious. "I don't want anyone trailing you to this location.""I won't be back for two or three days," Nica said. "When I'm ready to return, I'll contact Oliver first. How does that sound?""That works," Damon agreed with a brief
Third Person's POV “Damon, weren’t you tired?” Reina asked suddenly, her voice a little breathless. “I was,” he said against the soft skin of her inner thigh, then sucked there, hard enough to leave a mark. “I’m not anymore.” He hooked one finger under the thin fabric still covering her and pulled it down her legs in a single slow motion, tossing it aside. For a second he just looked at her, completely bare now. Then he pushed her thighs wide apart with both hands and settled between them. He lowered his mouth and gave her one long lick, tasting her fully. She jerked under him. He did it again, slower this time, dragging his tongue through her wetness before closing his lips around her. Reina’s back arched hard as she cried out his name. Her eyes squeezed shut and the moans kept coming. A rising pressure built low in her stomach the moment Damon’s hand joined his mouth, rubbing and circling in time with his tongue. Seconds later her whole body shuddered. He stayed with h
Third Person's POV Zayne flipped through the pages of the file, reading every detail carefully. It was a proposal sent by the White River Pack for a joint venture to build a pack hospital and a school.While the project looked promising, Zayne couldn't ignore one major issue: the proposed site for the hospital was far too distant for his own people to access easily."I need to speak with their Alpha about changing the site. Until then, this remains on hold," he murmured, placing the document back onto his desk.His eyes settled on the framed photo of his parents resting beside his work. A faint smile touched his lips. "I won't let either of you down this time."Leaving his study, he made his way toward the main living area. Across the room, his grandfather sat on the couch, finalizing details for tomorrow's journey with the house butler."Are the arrangements complete?" Zayne asked as he approached."Yes, Master Zayne," the house butler replied with a polite bow."I have already info
3rd Person's POV"Alpha," bowed the spy deployed in Velinov, who had brought Damon the confirmed news of Martin's presence."Miles, what else did you uncover?" Damon asked, resting his hands on his hips."I learned that a convoy of witches is actively supporting the hybrid faction Martin commands," Miles reported. "Since I had no way to mask my Beta scent, I knew pushing further into their territory would be too dangerous.""You made the right call by keeping your distance," Oliver agreed, before turning to the Alpha. "How do you want to handle this? Should we send in an undercover team?"Both men watched as Damon crossed the room, sank into his chair, and casually crossed one leg over the other."No. I plan to go undercover myself," Damon replied. "If Martin turned out to be alive, then I must see him myself to assess his powers." He couldn't afford to take any chances. Martin was supposed to be dead, yet here he was, pulling threads from the shadows. If Damon failed to uncover his
Third Person's POVShane stepped aside to welcome Zayne inside."I didn't want to come empty-handed," Zayne said, holding out a small gift bag containing a box of premium cookies."That wasn't necessary, Alpha, but thank you. It's very thoughtful," Shane replied, accepting the bag. "Please, take a seat." He gestured toward the couch before excusing himself to the kitchen.He returned moments later, setting a tray with a fresh glass of water on the center table. Zayne thanked him, picking up the glass and taking a long drink until his thirst was fully quenched."You look well today, Alpha," Shane remarked, taking a seat opposite him."I came to apologize for my past behavior," Zayne said, his tone humble as he set the empty glass back on the tray. "I pushed you away when everything was entirely my fault. I took my anger out on the wrong person. Shane, I want you back as my Beta. I need your assistance to ensure this pack thrives again, and without your help, it will be impossible.""Al







