เข้าสู่ระบบSabrina’s POV3 Years Later"Isabelle! Stand still for just one second!"I huffed, wiping a stray curl from my forehead as I chased a tiny, whirlwind of a toddler down the grand corridor of the pack house. She was wearing only her white bloomers, her little bare feet slapping against the polished hardwood floors as she giggled hysterically.She was three years old, and the absolute spitting image of Damon. She had his pitch-black hair, and those startlingly bright, pierceless blue eyes that could make anyone melt...along with every ounce of his infuriating, immovable stubbornness."We are going to be late if you don't stay in one place so I can dress you!" I yelled, holding up a little crimson dress. "Isabelle!"The tiny terror didn't even slow down. She rounded the corner at top speed, her dark hair bouncing. She then collided right into a pair of long, black-clad legs."Daddy!" Isabelle squealed, immediately wrapping her arms around his knees and looking up with wide, innocent blue
Sabrina’s POVGerald suddenly stood. He walked around the desk, but he barely made it a few steps before his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees in front of us.“I know there is nothing I can say or do that will reduce the pain in your hearts,” he said, his voice shaking. “But I want to ask both of you for forgiveness.”Ian stared at him without saying anything.Gerald lowered his head.“Ever since we were young, I was jealous of your father. He was always the one everyone looked up to. He was the Alpha. He was powerful. He had a mate who loved him, and our parents favored him more than they ever favored me.”He swallowed hard.“I wanted what he had. I wanted his position, his life, his family. I wanted everything that belonged to him, and that jealousy consumed me.”I watched him quietly.“That isn’t enough of an explanation,” Gerald continued. “I know that. It isn’t a reason for what I did. Nothing can justify it. I destroyed your family because I was jealous of your father, a
Sabrina’s POVAmaria suddenly stood from beside Gerald’s desk and began clapping slowly.“What a marvelous relationship you five have.”Her eyes moved from Damon to Ian, then to Darla and me before settling on Danielle.“You, you little spy.” She looked at Danielle with a disgusted smile. “We could have done so many great things together, but you chose to be good.”She said the word 'good' as though it left a disgusting taste in her mouth.Danielle rolled her eyes and folded her arms.“I think I’m doing just fine without you.”Amaria laughed.“You’ll regret that.”I looked at Damon. He was watching Amaria carefully, his body tense and ready to move at the slightest sign of danger. Ian stood beside him, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles moving beneath his skin. I knew he was barely holding himself back.I exchanged nods with both of them before turning toward Gerald. Our eyes met. I refused to call him my uncle. Not after everything he had done to my family.“Would y
Damon's POVThe heavy oak door of my office locked shut, sealing out the rest of the pack house. Map schematics and troop reports littered the long mahogany table.Around the table stood Ian, Darla, Danielle, and Sabrina. It was finally time to put an end to Gerald’s tyranny once and for all."Blackthorn warriors are armed and positioned," Ian said, his voice clipped and cold. "The strike force is ready.""As is mine," Darla added, resting her hands on the edge of the table. Her brown eyes flicked toward the window where the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. "My soldiers won't hesitate. We strike at Darkcrest tonight."Danielle stepped forward, "Gerald isn't completely vulnerable. Ever since he caught wind that Blackthorn and Ian were preparing an assault, he’s been calling in favors. He’s rallied forces from every ally pack willing to answer his call." She paused, a cold smile touching her lips. "What he doesn't know is that Silverhorn is marching with us as well. He’s expe
Ian's POVThat night, I couldn't stop smiling. My stomach was full of butterflies.A soft knock sounded at my door. I opened it and Darla stood there in a thin robe over her nightdress, her hair loose around her shoulders."What are you doing here?" I asked, smiling."I couldn't sleep." She stepped into my arms and hugged me tightly. "I kept thinking I'd wake up and find today wasn't real."I held her back. "It was real. Come in."She followed me inside, and when I sat on the bed, she settled into my lap. "You're my first boyfriend, you know. I'm so excited. I want a normal life, Ian.""You can have it." I hesitated. "How did you leave Silverhorn?"She shrugged. "I just did. Love makes you brave, I guess. I was more afraid of losing you than of leaving."I kissed her, and she kissed me back, her fingers sliding into my hair. I lowered her onto the bed and pressed my lips to her neck, and she gasped my name.My wolf stirred, calm this time, watching over her. Her hands slid under my sh
Ian’s POVDarla looked at me for a long moment, as though she was trying to process the words I had just spouted. Even I was surprised. I had just indirectly confirmed my feelings for. Feelings I have for so long, found hard to put into words. A smile slowly spread across her face, one so full of relief that it tugged at something deep inside me. Before I could say another word, she closed the distance between us and rested her hands lightly against my chest.“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she whispered.Then she leaned forward and kissed me.For a brief moment, my mind went completely blank. I had imagined what it would be like to kiss her more times than I cared to admit over the past few days, yet nothing came close to the warmth that spread through me the moment our lips met. I slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her back, smiling against her lips when I felt her relax completely in my embrace.When we finally pulled away, neither of us moved very far. She rested he
Damon’s POVThe doctor’s words were like razors scraping in the inside of my ears.“I cannot verify what’s wrong with her,” he said carefully, wringing his hands as though my glare might snap his neck. “All we can do is wait… and hope she wakes.”Hope?I clenched my teeth so hard my jaw ached. Hope
Sabrina’s POV“Hmmm, I’ll take this one,” Urmi said to the apprentice, pointing to a design in the glossy brochure spread on her crossed legs.I sat silently in the farthest corner of the tailor shop, still in my maid’s uniform, looking every bit like someone who didn’t belong. My posture was stiff
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
Sabrina’s POVI couldn’t stop pacing. Back and forth, my bare feet brushed against the cold floor, waiting for Damon to come. I was anxious...who wouldn't be after having such a vision.I turned at every slight noise, hoping Damon would walk through that door and tell me that the witch was dead, I







