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Chapter 34
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(Damien’s POV)The moment Sofia’s body went limp in my arms, the world stopped.“Sofia?” My voice was sharp, edged with something raw. I shook her lightly, but she didn’t respond. Her head lolled against my chest, her lips parted, her breathing uneven.No. No.My pulse roared in my ears as panic surged through me—a rare, unfamiliar sensation that I didn’t welcome. I pressed my fingers to her neck, feeling the sluggish beat of her heart. Too slow. Too weak.I snapped my head toward the restaurant staff, my voice dark and laced with fury.“Call an ambulance. Now.”The hostess froze, eyes wide in terror, before fumbling for her phone. The other guests had started murmuring, sensing the shift in the air, but I didn’t give a damn about them.All I cared about was the woman in my arms.I scooped her up, holding her close as I stormed out of the restaurant. The second I stepped outside, my driver was alre
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(Damien’s POV) Sofia was still unconscious. I sat beside her hospital bed, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. The soft beep of the heart monitor filled the room, but it didn’t ease the fire burning inside me. Someone had tried to take her from me. I wouldn’t stop until I found out who. I stood, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be back, sweetheart,” I murmured. “I won’t let this go unanswered.” Straightening, I turned toward the guards stationed at the door. “No one gets in or out unless I say so. If anything happens, you call me immediately.” The lead guard nodded. “Understood, Alpha.” I didn’t wait for a response. I was already moving. At the Restaurant – Accessing the CCTV The restaurant was still operating like nothing had happened, its warm lights glowing against the evening sky. But
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(Damien’s POV)I drove back to the penthouse, gripping the steering wheel so tightly it was a miracle I hadn’t ripped it apart.My wolf was restless—fur bristling, claws extended, teeth bared. It wanted blood. It wanted a hunt.But I couldn’t act blindly. Not yet.Someone had planned this. Someone wanted Sofia dead.And I was going to find out who.The moment I stepped into the penthouse, my Beta, Ethan, was already waiting for me. He was leaning against the bar, arms crossed, his sharp blue eyes scanning me the second I entered.“You look like you’re about to tear someone’s throat out,” he remarked.I ignored him. “I need a team on surveillance. Now.”Ethan’s expression darkened. “The poisoning?”I nodded, tossing the flash drive with the restaurant footage onto the table. “Pull the full security tapes. I want every angle analyzed.”Ethan grabbed the drive, already moving toward the laptop. “You got a face?”“Partial,” I said, pacing the room. “But I’ve seen him before.”Ethan’s fing
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(Damien’s POV) Tade had always been a rat, but I hadn’t expected him to run this fast. The second his name left Marcus’s lips, I knew what came next—hunt him down, make him pay. But somehow, before I could even sink my claws into him, he was gone. I had my men tear apart every lead we had. Ethan sent scouts to Blood Moon territory—nothing. We checked his known safe houses—empty. Every rogue we questioned either didn’t know where he was or was too damn afraid to speak. That only confirmed one thing—Tade knew we were looking for him. But how? It wasn’t until Ethan came storming into the penthouse one evening, phone in hand, that we got our answer. “You’re not gonna like this,” he said, tossing his phone onto the table. A grainy photo filled the screen—a screenshot from some underground chat thread. My name was plastered across it in bold red letters. Blackwood is hunting. Anyone caught helping the target dies with him. My lip curled. Someone leaked it. That was the only exp
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(Damien’s POV) I stayed by Sofia’s side for as long as I could, watching the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing, listening to the soft beeping of the heart monitor. But she didn’t move. Didn’t stir. Didn’t give me the relief of opening those silver eyes that always managed to steal my breath. I traced my fingers over the back of her hand, my thumb running absentminded circles against her skin. It was warm, alive—but too still. I had never felt so helpless. I had built an empire, commanded a pack, made men tremble in my presence. But sitting here, waiting for her to wake up, waiting for a sign that she was still with me—it was unbearable. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to her knuckles. “I need you to wake up, sweetheart.” My voice was quiet, rough around the edges. “Because I’m not used to waiting.” Silence. I let out a slow breath, my grip tightening slightly. “But you already know that, don’t you?” Nothing. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stand. I needed to m
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(Damien’s POV)"I’m on my way."The second the words left my mouth, I pressed down on the accelerator, my car roaring as I sped through the streets.My heart was a war drum, pounding against my ribs in a rhythm that matched only one thought—Sofia is awake.After days of watching her lie still, after endless hours of suffocating silence, she was finally—**finally—**back.But I needed to see her.I needed to feel her warmth, hear her voice, look into those silver eyes and know—That she was still mine.I should’ve gone straight to the hospital. Should’ve.But instead, I made one stop.The largest flower shop in the city.I walked inside, the shopkeeper barely having time to greet me before I pointed at the entire section of red roses. “Box them. All of them.”The woman blinked. “S-Sir, that’s nearly two hundred roses.”I gave her a look. “Then you’d better start packing quickly.”Within minutes, I was back on the road, this time leading a convoy.Five black SUVs followed behind me, my h
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(Damien’s POV)"The world wouldn’t be big enough to hide them."And I meant it.Whoever was behind this—whoever thought they could touch my mate and walk away—I would find them. And when I did, there wouldn’t be a trial.There wouldn’t be a chance for them to beg.They would wish they had never even breathed in Sofia’s direction.But right now? Right now, none of that mattered.Because Sofia was here. Alive.And I wasn’t wasting a single second away from her.The pack stayed for a while, offering their respect and making sure their Luna was truly okay.But eventually, Ethan stood, stretching lazily. “Alright, we’ll give you two some time.”Sofia raised a brow. “You’re leaving already?”Ethan smirked. “Oh, trust me, Luna. Damien is five seconds away from throwing us all out anyway.”I didn’t deny it.Sofia let out a soft laugh. “I wouldn’t
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(Damien’s POV)"Because I had all the time in the world to prove her wrong."And I would.Because Sofia could pretend all she wanted. Pretend that my possessiveness annoyed her. Pretend that my need to take care of her was too much.But the way her pulse raced when I touched her? The way her body melted into mine when I held her?She wasn’t fooling anyone.Especially not me.After making sure she had eaten and was comfortable, I finally stood.Sofia raised a brow. “Where are you going?”I smirked, grabbing my keys. “Relax. I’m just dropping some things off at home. I’ll be back in an hour.”Her lips pressed into a thin line. “You better be.”I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Try not to miss me too much, sweetheart.”She rolled her eyes, but I saw the small smile she tried to hide.I noticed everything.With one last glance, I
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