Leah's POV
Ouch My head hurts badly, light dancing in its raw form in my eyes the few times I tried opening it, causing me to shut it back. When I felt a bit stable, I opened my eyes again and noticed I was still in the hospital and in the same room I left. The memories are hazy, I clearly remember leaving this room to go up the ledge, I remember falling off, I also remember being saved by someone and judging by the feel of their arms, it's a male. Was it Aiden? No, it can't be. But what if he came back? To me? A bit of me, the extremely hopeful bit was delusional. Still trying to figure out what exactly happened, the doctor came in, smiling with relief. "The nurses told me you had woken up so I decided to come to check up on you", he announced as he walked towards me. "So Mrs, how do you feel in general?", he asked, wearing back his stethoscope. He looks genuinely concerned about my state of being. "I feel fine, just a little bit disoriented", I answered, as truthfully as I could. "I wouldn't blame you, seeing the number of days you spent in a coma", he replied. Wait a damned minute! Days? Coma? What's going on? "Sorry doctor, how long do you reckon I have been in a coma?", I asked, a bit scared of the answer. "Reckon? I know you have been in a coma for six days", he replied, his voice increasingly calm. "We found you in the room, your clothes askew, your drip no longer connected to your arms, totally passed out on the ground and that's when we rushed you back in the bed and commenced another treatment", he explained. A question has been lingering in the back of my head since the doctor explained how he found me. I turned to the doctor only to find him looking at me with what bore resemblance to pity. "When would I be discharged" I asked, "You are well and you look well so, all you need to do is to come over to the front desk, sign a couple of papers, and then you can go", he replied. "Ok, that I would do. Thank you doctor", I told him, sincerely. He nodded and left. When he closed the door after him, I hastily got up to get dressed. I called my driver and he told me he was close to the hospital so I ended the call. I noticed the envelope containing the divorce letters close to my bed. I got hold of it and I was filled with instant fury, but I wasn't going to sign it yet, not until I got clarification from Aiden on why he treated me this way. Discharged and already in my car, I gave the driver my location. He threw me a look through the rear mirror but I looked away and told him to drive. The guilt raised its head again and I let it toss me about but I can't give up now, all my life, all I ever knew was loving Aiden. He was the son of my dad's friend, the Alpha before Aiden, and I grew up loving him. After the death of his father, Aiden was crowned Alpha and was asked to choose a Luna and he picked me. But as the only child of my father and next in line of the leader of the Order I wasn't supposed to fall in love or have kids, I was supposed to dedicate my whole life to the cause. I wanted a family of my own so I went against my dad and threw away my inheritance, my home, and everything I knew, only to be slapped in the face in return. My thoughts were disrupted by the new look of Aiden's place. When the car stopped and I got out, I went forward to investigate the place and it looked like someone threw a party. "Ma'am, I don't think it's a good idea for you to go in. I can drive you somewhere else", my driver offered but I ignored him. "What's going on here?", I asked him but he chose to ignore me, I left him standing and walked inside the compound and on seeing me, a deafening silence ensued. Everyone was staring nervously at me but I ignored them all. I scanned for Aiden and spotted him sitting under a constructed canopy, on a love seat but he wasn't alone, he was with her. Blood rushed to my brain, my eyes saw nothing but red and I squeezed the envelope in my hands, blindly rushing towards him. "How dare you, you scum bag, you couldn't even wait for me to divorce you and you went on ahead to marry this.. this.. this stupid bitch", I screamed, throwing tables that stood in my way. Seeing him sitting so calmly, not moved by my rant got me more infuriated. I went for the wedding cake, lifted it, and threw it on the floor. It looked ugly anyway. This got his attention as he stood up, and called for security but that didn't deter me, I continued throwing things at him. " I can't believe I thought you were worth shit, I hate you and I pray you burn in hell, you cum-sucking fool, you bloody bastard" "Cheating, lying bastard. I hate you, I hate that I loved you", I continued screaming, backing my stuff- throwing. Security arrived but they didn't touch me, there were warnings and advice for me to stop and leave but I ignored them all and continued cursing out Aiden. His bitch tried coming at me but Aiden held her back and started walking towards me instead. I stood, ready to defend myself, if need be. "This is your last warning Leah, get the hell out of my palace!" he was angry I could tell but I was more angry. "No Aiden, not until you tell everyone here how you are a cheating and lying bastard, and how you killed our child" Those last words might have gotten to him badly, he raised his hands to hit me but he was held back, Wait? What? Did someone hold his hand? I watched Aiden look up to the person behind me, to see the person who had the nerve to stop him and I saw the moment, shock took over. Aiden had never been scared of anyone in his life but to see him shaken up like this, I turned to see who it was and OH MY GOD!LEAH'S POVSix months had passed. A lot had changed, and yet, some things remained the same. Life had found its way back into a semblance of balance. The house Delilah had destroyed, the one that had once been my sanctuary, had been rebuilt. Stronger. More beautiful. Every corner of it now seemed to hold new memories, new beginnings. The order that had been disrupted, the chaos that had once engulfed us, was now settling into a rhythm. Things were finally coming together.Damian had come so far in his healing, both physically and emotionally. Each day, I saw him growing stronger, more like the man he was before the war, before everything. He had taken on the responsibility of being the head of the hybrids, and with that came a weight that I knew he carried heavily. But he bore it with grace. His training had become more intense, more focused. I could see the fire in his eyes, the determination to protect our family, to protect everything we had worked so hard for.And the way, he
DAMIAN'S POVPain. It was the first thing I noticed when my eyes fluttered open. A dull, unrelenting ache radiated through my body, each breath a reminder of something I couldn't yet remember. I blinked slowly, my vision swimming as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. White walls. The steady beeping of machines. A faint antiseptic smell. Where was I?My mind felt clouded like a thick fog had settled over it, obscuring everything I needed to grasp. Panic threatened to rise, but before I could gather my thoughts, I heard hurried footsteps. The sound grew louder, then closer—someone was running toward me.Before I could react, a body collided with mine with force, wrapping me in a tight, trembling embrace. The jolt sent a shock through my already fragile body, but I didn't care. The moment her scent hit me, everything stilled.Leah.I knew her before my eyes fully adjusted before my arms instinctively rose to wrap around her. Her warmth, her softness, the way she seemed to melt in
LEAH'S POV"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling, eyes wide with desperation. "Repeat what you just said."The doctor, hesitant but resolute, cleared his throat. "Your children's blood," he began slowly, his tone deliberate, "it might be the only way to save Damian. Their blood has unique properties that could help them heal. They are hybrids, the only ones of their kind. It's uncharted territory, but—""No." my voice was sharp, slicing through the doctor's explanation.The doctor faltered. "What?""No," I repeated, my tone steadier this time, though my body shook. "I won't do it. I won't use their blood."The doctor's face crumpled in confusion. " Miss Leah, this is Damian's life we're talking about. Don't you want him to live?"Tears welled up in my eyes, but my resolve held firm. "Of course I do. I want Damian alive more than anything. But I've seen what that blood does. It doesn't heal. It doesn't bring people back to life in the way you think. It changes them—turns them into
LEAH'S POVIt had been a month. Thirty long days since I'd given birth to our twins. Thirty long days since Damian had slipped into a coma. Thirty long days since Damian was brought back almost dead into this pack.The air in the room where he lay was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, and the low hum of machines filled the silence. I sat beside his bed as I had every day since the battle. My babies were safe at home, cared for by a trusted nurse, while I spent hours here, speaking to Damian as though he could hear me."They're growing so fast, you know," I said softly, my fingers brushing against his cold hand. "Our babies. They've got your nose. Both of them. And the way they look at me... sometimes, it feels like they know something I don't."I leaned back in the chair, staring at his still form. "I haven't named them yet," I admitted, my voice catching in my throat. "How could I? We said we'd do it together. The few people we know keep asking me what I'll call them, and I don't h
LEAH'S POVThe first thing I noticed was the stillness—the kind that wasn't comforting but left me disoriented. My eyelids felt heavy, my body weak, but I forced myself to blink, to focus on the dimly lit room around me. The sterile scent of the room hit me next, and for a moment, I didn't understand why I was there.Then it all came rushing back.The complications. The delivery. The pain that had consumed me until everything went black.I tried to sit up, but my body protested, and I fell back against the pillows with a groan. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, now flat and empty. Panic surged through me as I scanned the room. There was no sound of crying, no crib, no sign of the babies I had fought so hard to bring into this world."Where... where are my babies?" I raised my voice barely a whisper.One of my maids appeared by my side, her smile warm but cautious. "Calm down, miss. Your babies are safe.""Safe?" I repeated, my voice trembling. "I want to see them. Please, whe
Damian's POVA wave of exhaustion washed over me, and I realized I was badly injured; every movement felt like a monumental effort. My body was heavy, weighed down by fatigue and pain as if the fight had drained every ounce of strength from me.Then, amidst the chaos, my phone began ringing, I scanned the room frantically, my eyes darting around, searching for it. It had fallen during our brutal struggle, and as I caught sight of it lying on the floor, I gritted my teeth and dragged myself toward it.Finally, I reached the phone and picked it up, my fingers trembling. As I picked up the call.Immediately I picked up the call; it was Clinton."Hello, master," he said from the other end, his voice steady yet tinged with urgency."Please tell me how the plan worked," I replied, my curiosity piqued. My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a war drum, and every sense was on high alert, straining to catch his response. Clinton paused for a moment, and I could hear the faint sound of rust