LOGINDamon's POV"I killed you! I drive the knife through your chest!"It felt like a hand was squeezing around my heart seeing her like this. Just what had she seen to make her react this way? Me dying?"Breathe, little mouth. Calm down. I've got you." I cooed, running my hand through her hair as her head rested on my shoulders.At last, the violent sobs were quieted down. Her breath still hitched, but she was not choking on her tears anymore. She withdrew and looked at me with swollen eyes.“Damon,” she whispered hoarsely, “my visions… they always come to pass. I’m so scared.”I hissed, the sound coming out of me before I could prevent it. When I heard she was a gifted wolf, I was elated, thinking how she'd be able to protect herself properly once her wolf surfaces. Her seeing visions made me think she had the upper hand, but boy was I wrong. It irked me knowing the state her visions always left her in. I rubbed my thumb up against her wet cheek and cleaned her tears."Have you forgotte
Damon's POVIan’s mindlink had reached me earlier—she was awake. The thought should have steadied me, but instead it made me restless and impatient. I wanted to be done here, to get back to her and hear her voice without the eyes of a hundred men staring.Alpha Grauff rose first, his voice pitched to carry across the hall. “You have refused to attend our monthly alpha council meetings, even as the chairman, so we have come to you instead.”Another followed quickly—Alpha Jim, always eager to make himself useful. “The council cannot function properly without a chairman. Seeing as you are not present, we have decided to take another Alpha as chairman.”I tipped my head back, watching the painted ceiling blur into meaningless swirls. The room leaned toward one conclusion. I already knew seeing them exchange looks. They wanted me out. They thought themselves subtle, but their hunger for power was easy to read.“So,” I said, letting a smirk edge into my voice, “what would you have me do? O
Sabrina’s POVThe silence in the room had been as though a comprehension on its part that something primitive was to be unleashed.I reached for him. My fingers touched his hand in the back. It was as though holding a live wire.“Damon,” I said softly. “Let it go.”He didn’t move at first. His eyes, keen and cold, were directly upon the other fellow, Gerald, who was a type of Alpha who confused bulk with power. The crowd was murmuring around us, too frightened to look.Then, slowly, the jaw of Damon relaxed. There was a slow relaxation, an apparent withdrawal of the edge. It was as though he were a storm that was half-striking. The air became less sluggish, and people forgot how to breathe.But Gerald could not restrain himself. Men like him rarely did.“And who you is,” he yells, “to interrupt when Alphas are speaking?”Bravado in his voice, whatever less, fear perhaps concealed with a thin veneer.“She’s my woman,” Damon said. Calmly. Too calmly. The type of peace that was full of v
Sabrina’s POVI sighed, throwing the duvet off me. I moved without thinking, my legs carrying me to wherever until I stopped in front of Damon’s room. I didn’t even realize I was heading here. My chest sank.What am I doing here?I stared at the door in front of me and drew in a shaky breath. I was fully dressed in my silk pyjamas, nothing about the way I dressed was inappropriate so I was sure he wouldn’t misunderstand.After my talk with Anne, her words clung to me like burrs. *Damon doesn’t see you as a woman.*That was the only sentence that remained with me after Anne left. I didn’t really consider her warning regarding Danielle and Urmi, after spending time in the pack, I already knew I wasn’t the only one chasing after Damon’s heart.They say you can’t advise someone in love. Now I understand why.My knuckles tapped lightly against the door but I was met with silence.Was he asleep?I pressed my ear against the door. There were sounds but it was hard to make out. I knocked aga
Amaria's POVWith a violent sweep of her arm, she sent the entire table crashing to the floor. Glass shattered. Candles toppled, spilling wax. Dried herbs scattered like ash, their scent lost under the fire of her rage.The coven members stood back, terrified, their gazes lowered, bodies trembling. No one dared to come nearer or stop her.Amaria’s chest heaved up and down, the fumes of her rage nowhere near dying down. After all these years, he still didn’t choose her? The pain of rejection was unbearable. She screamed until the birds outside her residence flew away.Then she sank to her knees, wheezing as it became unbearable to breathe.“How could he?” she kept repeating, tears falling down her face.Her subordinates grimaced at her. They were over it at this point. How could their leader be this distraught over a man? A werewolf male, at that.Amaria hadn’t always been like this.Nine hundred and ninety-nine years ago, she had been respected by all. Young, beautiful, powerful. And
“So you mean it’s been six months since you last had sex with your husband?” Jessica exclaimed, her jaw almost to the floor.Catherine sighed, taking a sip of her martini. Her best friend’s reaction was very valid.“I fear I’ll jerk like a virgin if a man even touches me,” Catherine lamented. “Matthew returns from work when I’m asleep and leaves before I wake up. I tried going to his office, but his secretary stopped me, saying he was busy. I’m so fucking sex-deprived!” She poured out her frustration.Jessica bit her lips, shifting closer to Catherine. The music in the bar was intruding on their conversation.“What if he’s cheating?” Jessica asked in a hushed tone.Catherine froze for a moment, as if considering the idea, but she immediately shook her head. “Don’t put such ideas into my head, Jess. You know Matthew is not like that.” She felt guilty that she had doubted him even for a second. Her best friend didn’t know what she was saying.Jessica doesn’t know Matthew like I do. He’l







