DAMON'S POV
This wing of the first floor was strictly for administrative work, offices lined the hallway, silent and off-limits to anyone other than authorized personnel. The other side was a completely different world: a lively area bustling with restaurants, bars, and the hum of patrons enjoying their nights. I reached the door separating these two distinct zones and pulled out my access card. Sliding it through the scanner, I waited for the soft click that would grant me entry. The lock released with a subtle sound, and I pushed the door inward, stepping into a dimly lit corridor.As I walked past several open office doors, eyes followed me with quiet apprehension. Pack members peeked out hesitantly, their faces etched with unease. Everyone here was painfully aware of the tension between Alpha Viktor and me. Our feud was hardly a secret, splashed across headlines and whispered in every corner of the city. Lately, things had escalated, fueling widespread fear thaVELARA'S POV“Is everything still frozen?” I asked, glancing toward the large truck parked by the entrance.“Yeah,” he said with a small nod. “The delivery is all good. But… there’s something else.”My stomach tightened. That tone never preceded good news.“There’s this Alpha who wanted to talk to you,” he added, scratching his temple nervously. “He said his name was Damon. I don’t know much about your world or how it works with Alphas and all that, but… he asked some strange questions.”“Like what kind of questions?” I asked warily.“Well,” he hesitated, glancing over his shoulder like someone might overhear. “He asked if I was your secret lover.”I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.“He came off a bit… intense,” the driver finished, clearing his throat and holding out a phone. “Anyway, he wants to talk to you. I’ll put him through.”With a sigh, I took the phone and pressed it to my ear. The familiar vo
VELARA'S POVThe next morning dawned with a kind of eerie silence lingering in the air. Word had spread that another one of the forsaken had been sighted just the night before. Fear had begun to worm its way through the guests at the hotel, prompting a few of them to gather their things and leave while they still could. They didn’t want to take the risk. The hotel was too close to the city’s boundary, too tempting a target for anyone—or anything—looking for a way in.But regardless of the fear hanging over us, today was still Saturday, and it was a day that held a purpose: the wedding scheduled for the afternoon. Most of my energy had been directed toward getting everything ready for that. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to arrange for a delivery truck to bring in the new refrigeration units in time. The wait had stretched out over a week, leaving me to make do. With no other choice, six of us had rolled up our sleeves and hauled down two old fridges from the bac
VELARA'S POVI wiped my face with the back of my hand as I marched away, my vision blurry from tears that just wouldn't stop falling. The sting of frustration burned in my chest, heavy and suffocating. My footsteps echoed through the hallway, brisk and angry, the weight of heartbreak pressing harder with each step. I saw Elysia and Kylie standing just ahead, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The lump in my throat was too thick, the storm in my chest too wild to contain. I only wanted to reach my office, to shut the door behind me and hide from everything.They came in after me, unwilling to leave me alone in my silent grief. Kylie held a folded sheet of paper tightly in one hand, her expression etched with worry as she followed my hurried steps. The moment I stepped into my office, I sank into my chair, the air in my lungs thin and shaky. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to compose myself, but the tears just kept coming, hot and relentless.Kylie app
DAMON'S POV“I told you to crush the damn thing. Haul it to the scrapyard and make sure there’s nothing left to piece together,” I instructed coldly into the phone. As I ended the call, my eyes met hers. The way her gaze snapped upward, wide and brimming with hurt, sent a jolt through me, but I refused to flinch.Her lips parted, but no words came. Instead, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and her throat moved as she swallowed hard, trying not to let them fall. I tilted my head, almost amused, almost… regretful. But I had to maintain control.I slipped the phone back into my pocket. “You could’ve stopped all of this,” I said evenly, my voice devoid of warmth. “It didn’t have to reach this point.”Velara’s expression twisted into something sharp and pained. “You’re right,” she snapped, her voice trembling with emotion. “None of this would’ve happened if I’d never crossed paths with you.”Then, without waiting for a response, she spun
DAMON'S POVVelara clearly believes she can push me away and that I’ll simply walk off and let her go. That won’t happen. I don’t back down from what I want, and I want her. The idea of being paired with another she-wolf out of obligation makes my stomach turn when the Moon Goddess herself matched me with Velara. Unwilling or not, she’s mine. My father would probably have a stroke if he found out my mate was a rogue, but his approval has never factored into my decisions. If fate has made her mine, I trust in that judgment. I don’t believe the Goddess makes mistakes.Velara might resist me now, but everyone has a point where they crack. I intend to find hers.I sat casually in my car, parked across the road from her modest little hotel, a smirk tugging at my lips as the tow truck rumbled into view. My earlier call to the health and safety office had already set things in motion; their inspector's vehicle sat quietly in the hotel’s small parking area, a dull
DAMON'S POVVelara’s hand trembled in my grip, but I didn’t let go. I could feel her fingers slowly relaxing, her resistance wavering as I stepped even closer. Her frame melted ever so slightly against mine, her breath becoming quicker, more erratic, almost desperate. I tilted my head, brushing my nose gently along the slope of her neck up to the shell of her ear. Her skin radiated warmth, her scent intoxicating, making my restraint crumble.The beat of her heart thundered in my ears, fierce and frantic, matching the storm building in my chest. Her free hand clutched the front of my shirt weakly, as though part of her didn’t want to push me away, but I knew better. She was fighting with everything she had to stay in control, to resist the pull of the bond trying to drag her under, urging her to submit, to yield to me, her Alpha.A low growl built in my throat and spilled out as a deep, vibrating purr, echoing through my chest. I couldn’t help it anymore. I