ANMELDENDamon’s POVIan and I moved through the pack immediately after the realization that Amaria had slipped away again, and this time there was no sign of her scent or presence in any of the corridors we checked. We pulled the maids together and questioned them one after the other, watching carefully for even the smallest hesitation, but every answer led to the same dead end because none of them had seen her leave and none of them could explain when she had vanished, only that she had already been gone before the search properly tightened around the inner pack. The more we searched, the clearer it became that this was not an impulsive escape but something planned, something calculated, and that realization made my patience run thinner with every passing minute.Ian finally stepped closer after another round of questioning and said, “Damon, you need to go back to Sabrina. I’ll handle this from here.” His voice was firm. “She is stable now, and we cannot afford to leave her alone for long
Sabrina's POVI woke up the next morning feeling strangely detached from my own body. Everything felt sore and heavy, and for a few seconds I just lay there trying to understand where I was and why my chest felt so tight. Then I shifted slightly beneath the blankets and noticed something dark against my skin.Blood.My eyes dropped fully to my legs and I froze.Dried blood stained my thighs and the sheets beneath me.Immediately everything came rushing back. The bracelet. The pain. Damon’s face hovering over me. The feeling of weakness that had swallowed me whole. The blood I thought I had seen before falling asleep again.My hand moved to my stomach so quickly it hurt.No.My breathing became uneven as panic spread through me.No.The thought entered my mind before I could stop it and suddenly it became impossible to think of anything else.My baby.I stared at the blood and tears started slipping down my face before I even realized I was crying.“My baby…”The words came out quietly
Damon’s POVThe pack doctor had just left after doing everything he could to stabilize her. He hadn’t said much. He didn’t need to. The look on his face had already carved the truth into my chest.I sat next to Sabrina, wiping down the sweat off her face and body just like the pack doctor had instructed before he left.Her skin had turned a paler shade of blue, her pink lips losing their color. The only sign of life in her was the weak rise and fall of her chest. In the midst of all these, I couldn't help but self loathe. Especially with the red glow coming from that bracelet wrapped tightly around her hands.How could I not have known. How could I have let myself believe Amaris's was no more. I was so caught in the recent joys in my life that I had forgotten just how impossible it was to take Amaria out for good.Sighing deeply, I looked at the priestess who sat on the floor crossed legged, hands clasped together in front of her while her mouth moved as they muttered incomprehensibl
Damon’s POV My throat burned from the screaming, my insides felt scorched as the poison seeped into my veins, eating through flesh and bone like acid.It was excruciating but I held on. I was determined to keep him contained. It has worked for centuries.Until her scent hit us.My wolf surged aggressively. More determined. I had never felt anything like it. He overpowered me with ease, shattering the chains like they were threads. And then he ran to her.He responded to her more than he responded to the pull of the curse.The thirst for her scent eclipsed his thirst for blood.Was this what they meant when they said my mate would be my curse breaker?When the sun rose, the effect of the curse wore off, and control returned to me. I woke up with my head on Sabrina’s lap. She was asleep, curled awkwardly, almost protectively, around me.That was the first time I’d truly rested since the curse was cast. My wolf was quiet, at peace.And even though I hated to admit it—so was I.Now, I st
Sabrina’s POVI took a deep breath and moved closer to Danielle, needing clarity. “I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head, the words slipping out twice as if repeating them would make me understand. “I don’t know.”Danielle hummed softly, tilting her head as she looked at me. “That’s too bad,” she said with a curious smile. “Why didn’t Damon tell you? I thought you guys were a thing now.”I felt my face flush instantly. The way she said it, so casually, like it was obvious—made my heart flutter and stumble all at once. “We’re… we’re taking it slow,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. “Just getting to know each other better. We—”Before I could say more, I heard something strange—a hiss. It was faint but sharp enough to make my head snap toward Danielle.She was smiling warmly, eyes soft and kind.Had I imagined it? I blinked, confused. Maybe it was the sound of the kettle or something in the background. I brushed it off and forced a smile back. “Anyway,” I said, pushing pa
Sabrina's POVWhen I watched him walk in, six feet and broad, my restraint broke. “Damon!”I ran to him and my bare feet barely left the cold floor as I threw myself against his chest. Immediately his arms were round me, strong and unyielding, my raging, scattered thoughts were for the first time, gone since I woke up.His scent, his warmth, it put me back on my feet in a kind of way I could not describe.I hid my face in his shoulder, and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as if he would disappear on me again. “You came,” I said trembling. “You came back.”He pulled me close and his breath fell deep against my hair. “Always.”But as the relief swept over me I noticed the fringes of his garments, and some other dread crept up my throat. I drew away suddenly and took my fingers up his chest, and along his arms, tumbling about. I trembled and attempted to check whether he was bleeding or not.“I am all right,” Damon replied, holding onto my wrists. His voice was gentle but it didn't calm my
Sabrina's POVI ran to him and my bare feet barely left the cold floor as I threw myself against his chest. Immediately his arms were round me, strong and unyielding, my raging, scattered thoughts were for the first time, gone since I woke up.His scent, his warmth, it put me back on my feet in a
Damon's POV“Are you sure you don’t want more gravy, Sabrina?” Ian asked as he passed the bowl across the table.“I’m fine, thank you,” she said with a small smile, the kind she used when she wanted to seem polite even when she wasn’t entirely comfortable.Danielle added quietly, “It tasted better
Sabrina’s POVDamon and I lay on the mat spread across the garden floor, the fruits beside us untouched because he had decided that teasing me was far more entertaining. His hand rested on my belly, as if he wanted to feel the life growing inside of me. He leaned close, whispering soft, ridiculous
Damon’s POV“I saw what you did in the garden,” Ian said, voice smug, body perched lazily on the iron railing outside my balcony.I didn’t look at him. I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the cold metal as I let the wind slap my face. Maybe it’d freeze the thoughts trying to worm their way to th







