Damonโs POV I paced up and down the hall, trying my hardest not to lose my shit. How could Harriet leave me like that? Was she crazy? My thoughts kept returning to Harriet, no matter what I was doing, whether it be pack business, in the shower, or out in my wolf form for a run. Why could I not stop thinking about her? I mean, yes, ok, Aurora was beautiful, stunning and had a body that drove me crazy, but yet I found myself thinking about Harriet and imagining it was her underneath me when I was fucking Aurora. She couldn't make me feel half as satisfied as Harriet always had. I clenched my fists into angry balls of fury. I needed to know where Harriet had gone. How could I not even notice she had left? Yet her best friend claimed to know nothing of her disappearance. I took a deep breath to rein in the storm of emotions. My fingers threaded through my hair as I paced, the walls closing on me. The memory of Harriet's eyesโthose soft, stormy blues that always wrapped me around he
โAlpha Damon, may I speak with you for a moment? Itโs about Harriet.โ I turned abruptly at Sandra's voice, the anxious tremor in her fingers betraying the calm she was trying to project. A low growl rumbled deep within me, driven by instincts I couldn't suppressโthe primal urge to protect and the insatiable need to uncover the truth. Something was buried beneath her calm facade and twisted like a knot in my stomach. "I will give you some space," Lucas suddenly announced and disappeared. โWhat do you know? What are you hiding from me?โ My words cut through the air, harsher than I intended, but the desperation clawing at my insides demanded answers. I wanted to shake the truth from her like the beast I was. "Damon, please," she breathed, inching closer yet remaining cautious. "She called me. She's okayโshe's alive." Relief flooded through me, only to twist into confusion and rage. โAnd? What else?โ I pressed, my impatience boiling over. โShe said sheโs happy,โ Sandra con
Aurora placed her hands on her hips, glaring at me with disgust. My chest tightened as the accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. โThatโs not what this is about,โ I replied, shaking my head, desperate to redirect the conversation. The truth of my feelings for Harriet was far more complicated than a simple affair; it was about bonds unbroken, choices unmade, and a connection that transcended mere lust. โThen what is it about? Because from where Iโm standing, it looks like you're still hung up on a woman who walked out on this pack!โ Aurora's voice was rising again, sharper and more desperate, and I could see the breaking point of her patience. โShe left to save herself. This is about her happiness, not some petty jealousy game youโre trying to play.โ I took a step forward, making sure to keep my voice steady. โYou may see this as just a crush or some pathetic fixation, but you donโt understand what Harriet means to me. I should never have let her go.โ I swallo
Harrietโs POV Just as I was about to lose myself in the thrill of what would happen, my phone buzzed violently against the dresser, shattering the moment. I straightened up, my heart racing; a different kind of racing this time. I rushed to grab it, my fingers trembling when I saw Sandra's name flash across the screen. I opened her message quickly, scanning the text. My breath caught in my throat as a wave of panic washed over me. *Harriet. Damon is looking for you. He wants to talk. I thought you should know.* What did he want? Why now? Did he want to apologise? To explain? A thousand questions bombarded me, each more urgent than the last. Gino was in the other room, and despite everything, I didnโt want to burden him with my pastโespecially not with Damon resurfacing. Not when we were on the brink of something beautiful. โHarriet?โ Gino called from the other room, and my heart lurched at the sound of his voice. I couldnโt let him see my panic. I texted Sandra back hurr
As the plane descended toward Paris, the city unfolded beneath us like a vibrant and alive painting. The Seine glimmered under the afternoon sun, flanked by majestic structures whispering stories of art and romance. My heart raced from the excitement of arriving in a new city and the prospect of finally letting go of the shadows of my past. When we landed, Gino's enthusiasm was infectious. โWelcome to Paris!โ he said, his eyes sparkling as we disembarked. The familiar buzz of excitement enveloped us when we entered the terminal. The air smelled of coffee, baked goods, and something distinctly French that made my heart flutter. After the stress of navigating customs and collecting our luggage, Gino slipped his hand into mine, guiding me toward the exit. โI canโt wait to show you everything,โ he said warmly. The sincerity in his voice made me forget if only for a moment, the anxieties waiting just at the edges of my mind. I could only smile and nod in response. The taxi ride w
โYes,โ I finally whispered, โShe is my mate. I was too blinded by my own fears to see it before. I thought I was doing the right thing by choosing Auroraโa choice that was supposed to bind our pack stronger. But in the process, I let the one person who truly means something to me go.โ Sandra's brows knitted together as she pieced together my conflicting emotions. โAlpha Damon, if you know that Harriet is your mate, you have to go after her. You canโt just sit here waiting for her to return. You owe it to both of you to try.โ โI know!โ I snapped in frustration, feeling the urgency in my veins. Time was slipping away. The longer I stayed here, caught in this tension, the more uncertain Harrietโs fate would becomeโwho was around her, who was making her laugh, who was making her feel cherished. โIโll help you,โ Sandra said, her resolve solidifying like steel. โBut you need to be prepared for anything. If she hasnโt moved on, she might not want to see you. You broke her heart, Damo
Damon's POV Aurora! Why had I thought taking Aurora and Luna as my mate was a good idea? This was a mess I hadn't anticipated, and I knew she wouldn't let it go quickly. I understood that Aurora was hurt, but I also knew that pain could lead her down a dark path. The thought of her seeking revenge, especially against Harriet, sent a chill down my spine. My wolf growled, restlessly pacing within me, demanding to be let loose. I forcefully shoved him back down, blocking him from taking control. He was a fierce beast known for his temper, and I couldn't let him loose at this time. I needed to think clearly and not lose sight of what I was supposed to do to make things right! I had to inform the elders and have everything done correctly to reject Aurora and free her from Luna's status. It would not be nice for her, but it was my own fault, and I could not blame her for hating me for it. I needed to set her free so that I could focus solely on Harriet, my true mateโthe one I so s
โI want to make it official when we get back from here. Before well, you know.โ I stopped myself from saying anymore before it was too late. Gino paused mid-sentence, and the brightness in his eyes dimmed slightly as he processed my words. "What do you mean?โHis brow furrowed in confusion, but a hint of intrigue laced his tone. I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I prepared to explain. "I mean... let's make this real, let's commit to what we started." The vulnerability of suggesting something so serious made my stomach flip, but I forced myself to continue. "I am ready to let go of the past, Gino. If we have a framework for this, maybe it will help me stay focused on whatโs ahead rather than whatโs behind." Gino leaned back slightly, studying me. His expression softened, and I could see the gears turning in his mind. "Youโre serious about this," he said slowly, almost as if he were testing the waters of my conviction. I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and excitement at
Ginoโs POV My phone buzzed against my thigh, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. It was a message from Harriet, a simple question that carried the weight of our unspoken bond. โHarriet:Hey, everything okay? You were gone longer than expected. Whats going on?โ I stared at the screen, recalling the way she looked at meโfull of trust, love, and a slight hint of worry. My resolve crumbled. The irony of the situation nearly choked me. I had wanted to protect her; I had built walls around us to keep her safe, and now they felt like prison bars. She deserved honesty, the kind that grew in the light rather than thrived in shadow. Aurora should have stayed away, she should never have come to find me or Harriet. If this so called mate of Harrietโs thought that he was going to take her from me then he could think again. I took a deep breath and typed back, my fingers trembling as I struggled to find the right words. โGino: I need to talk to you about something important. Wait
Ginoโs POV The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. I staggered back, instinctively trying to process the weight of her words. Harrietโmy sweet, unwavering Harrietโwas tied to a world I had fought tirelessly to escape. My mind raced as I pieced together this unexpected twist, my resolve hardening into something akin to iron. โNo,โ I whispered, almost as if saying it aloud could negate the implications of what Aurora had just disclosed. โYouโre lying.โ The defiance in her eyes morphed into something darker, something that felt almost triumphant. โAm I? You think Iโd come here without intel? You may have forgotten the intricacies of pack politics, but I havenโt. I know every whisper, every secret. And I know what Alpha Damon wants. Harriet is a prize, Ginoโa beacon of hope for someone who wishes to restore whatโs been broken. Your โperfect little worldโ is clashing against the realities of a power struggle youโve completely ignored.โ My heart pounded in my ch
Ginoโs POV When I stepped into that small, dimly lit room, I had to steel myself against a flood of memories that rushed back with a vengeance. Aurora. The very name sent a cascade of anger and regret through me. I had thought I had left that life behind and erased the past with a stroke of ambition and the determination to carve out something new. But looking at her now, defiant and stubborn on that sagging mattress, I felt the weight of our shared history settle heavily on my shoulders. Aurora had been part of my old pack, back when I was just another wolf trying to find his place in a world that didnโt care about the complexities of loyalty or betrayal. We had once been close, bound by blood, shared difficulties, and the unfiltered anguish of being part of something bigger than ourselves. It had been years since I walked away, trading in fangs and claws for business suits and boardroom tables, but there was still a flicker of that bond lingering in the recesses of my mind. An
Auroraโs POVI came to with a pounding headache, dark shapes surrounding me like shadows. The air was thick and musty, smelling of stale cigarettes and something sweet that made my stomach churn. As I blinked against the dimness, the jarring recollection of the last moments before my blackout hit me with the force of a freight train. Gino had been there, towering over me, eyes narrowed like angry coals. I had underestimated him, and that mistake had cost me more than I could bear.Panic began to swell in my chest as I pushed myself up, groaning at the ache radiating through my skull. I was in a small, sparsely furnished room, the low light straining to break through the filthy window. โWhat the hell?โ I muttered, shaking off the remnants of disorientation. My instincts kicked in, hyper-alert, adrenaline coursing through me as I assessed my surroundings.I was trapped.Rubbing my temples, I sat on the edge of what appeared to be an old, sagging mattress, momentarily flustered by the re
Auroraโs POV The remnants of my conversation with Damon clung to the air like smoke that refused to dissipate. I paced the confines of my room, the walls feeling like they were closing in on me. How dare he think he could rekindle something with Harriet after everything that had happened? I had given him the world, and yet, he still pined for a woman he had already cast aside. It was infuriating. I had left him simmering in his own regrets after our last confrontation, and part of me reveled in his pain. Yet, the other partโthe part that craved dominance and controlโcould not shake the feeling of annoyance that gnawed at me. It was one thing to hurt him, to see him broken and desperate, but the thought of Harriet standing in his way? That sent a surge of envy through me like molten steel. โWhat could she possibly have that I donโt?โ I muttered, my reflection glaring back at me in the mirror. I was everything he ever desiredโcharming, beautiful, cunning. And yet, he chose to lame
Damon's POV โWhat a sight, Damon,โ she drawled, leaning against the door frame with an air of superiority. โYou pacing like a caged animal, and for what? To win back your precious Harriet? How adorable.โ I clenched my jaw, fighting against the rising tide of anger and frustration. โWhat do you want, Aurora?โ โOh, I think you know,โ she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. โI just couldnโt help but overhear your little heart-to-heart with your Beta about how much you miss your omega. Itโs like watching a soap opera unfoldโthe tragic hero pining after his lost love. But lo and behold, sheโs with someone else now!โ โEnough.โ My voice came out harsher than intended, and I felt Lucasโs eyes dart back and forth between us, sensing the tension thickening like a stormcloud. โEnough?โ Aurora laughed, the sound harsh and cutting. โItโs rich coming from you, Damon. After all, youโre the one who cast her aside for me. Look how that turned out. You thought you could juggle two live
Damonโs POV I paced the hall and glanced at the big clock every few seconds. I noticed the concern etched on my Betaโs face. โAlpha, you need to think this over properly, you canโt just force Harriet back to the pack.โ He sighed and his words echoed in my ears. I stopped and ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "You donโt understand, Lucas. Harriet isnโt just another pack member to me. Sheโsโฆ everything." Lucas crossed his arms, his brow furrowing deeper. "I get that. But you canโt treat her like sheโs a possession. She chose to leave for a reason. She looked happy with that Gino guy. We need to respect her decision." โRespect?โ I scoffed, throwing my hands up in exasperation. โHow am I supposed to respect the decision that ripped my heart out? I chose the pack, for our future, but now it feels like Iโve lost both women. They both deserved better than what I offered.โ Lucas took a step closer, his voice lowering. โYou need to face th
Harrietsโs POV As I nestled deeper into Gino's embrace, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. His heartbeat thudded rhythmicallyโa steady reminder that I wasn't alone in this moment. It felt surreal, almost magical, as if I had stepped into a new reality where trust and hope could flourish. โYou really mean that?โ I asked, pulling back just enough to gaze into his eyes. I needed to see the sincerity in them, to solidify this newfound faith we were building between us. โAbsolutely,โ he replied, his voice firm yet gentle. โIโm not going anywhere. You can take your time, and we can figure this out together.โ The sincerity in his expression tempered the last remnants of my anxiety. With each passing moment, I found myself shedding the layers of doubt that had become second nature. I wasn't just a liability or a burden; I was a partner, someone worth loving and experiencing life with. โWhat if I donโt know how to let go?โ I asked, the question slipping from my lips before I cou
Harrietโs POV As I sank onto the bed beside Gino, the tension in the air began to dissolve, replaced by a fragile, yet comforting peace. The evening light filtered through my curtains, casting a soft glow around us. I could feel his presence like a steady heartbeat, grounding me as I grappled with the swirl of thoughts and emotions that had taken residence in my mind. โDo youโโ I started, hesitating. โDo you really mean what you said? About not viewing me as just a contract?โ His answer came swift and sure, โMore than anything. Youโre not just a piece of paper to me, Harriet. Youโre a personโa wonderful, vibrant person. And I want to know all of you, not just the parts that fit neatly into a box.โ There was something in his tone that melted the remaining doubt in my heart. He didnโt see my past as a shadow to be evaded; instead, he seemed to embrace it as part of who I was. It was a radical shift from the way I had been treated before, where my identity had been dictated