Se connecterAmara arrived at the open-air movie venue, feeling a mixture of dread and guilt. The evening air was cool, the sky sprinkled with stars. Cars were parked in neat rows, their occupants settling in with snacks and blankets. To watch the giant screens set against the backdrop of a peaceful field. Despite the idyllic setting, Amara couldn't shake her unease. Darius's sleek black SUV stood out among the vehicles, drawing admiring glances and subtle bows from the nearby crowd. As an alpha, his presence demanded respect, and the murmurs of acknowledgment only served to remind Amara of the tension in her chest. Darius leaned casually against the hood of his car, his broad shoulders framed by the soft glow of the venue string lights. He looked effortlessly charming, his tailored jacket and confident stance only adding to his commanding aura. A faint smile touched his lips as Amara approached, but his sea-blue eyes gleamed with something more. Possession, perhaps. Or satisfaction at the
What you did was wrong. Amara, you shouldn't let Darius touch you when you know how it affects Damon. Olivia, Amara's wolf, scolded firmly. Amara frowned, irritation flickering in her eyes. Come on, Olivia, stop making it sound like I had sex with Darius. We didn't. We just... Her voice faltered. Unable to finish the sentence, her wolf scoffed angrily inside her. I just hope you know what you're doing. Olivia said, while Amara, now feeling guilty, couldn't say a word. A sudden buzzing broke through the tension. Amara grabbed her phone from the desk and glanced at the screen. It was a text message from Damon. Curious, she unlocked her phone, but her stomach dropped as her eyes skimmed the words. Sorry. Amara, I can't make it to our outing tonight, but I've told Darius, and he's happy to take my place. So he'll be coming instead of me. I thought it was best to let you know. The message hit her like a punch to the gut. Amara's fingers tightened around her phone, and her lips thi
Damon was going through a document when he suddenly felt a slight, piercing pain inside him. And instantly he knew Amara was being intimate with his brother. His wolf growled in anger and pain while Damon took a deep breath. Trying to ignore the suffering, but it was impossible. Every time Amara was touched by Darius, Damon felt it. It was as if needles were piercing into his soul. Tell her to stop. Damon's wolf growled in anger and possession. But Damon refused, even knowing well what would happen to him if she let herself be touched by Darius, and yet she still went on with him. So he was not stopping. Instead, he would continue to bear the pain until everything was over. He slammed the document onto the desk, his chest heaving with the effort of containing his rage. His wolf snarled louder, threatening to take over. But Damon gritted his teeth and forced him down. Damon closed his eyes, wishing the pain would fade. But it didn't. It only grew worse. With each passing secon
Damon sat silently in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he maneuvered through the winding road. Amara sat beside him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stared out the window, refusing to meet his gaze. The tension in the car was palpable, thick with the weight of unspoken words. Since the previous night, Damon had made several attempts to speak to her, but Amara had shut him down each time. She was furious. At him, at herself, and at the situation they found themselves in. She couldn't forgive herself for the way she had acted, and no amount of pleading from Damon could change that. Are you still angry with me? Damon finally broke the silence, his voice low and cautious. Amara didn't respond immediately, her frown deepening as she focused on the scenery outside. There's nothing to talk about, Damon. She said curtly, her tone laced with bitterness. Damon sighed, his jaw tightening. He didn't press further. Respecting her boundaries, even t
Where are we going? She asked, her tone carrying both curiosity and hesitation. Damon kept his gaze on the road as he replied, my personal woods, it's where I go when I need to relax. Amara smiled softly at his words. The idea of seeing a place he considered personal intrigued her. After a short drive, Damon pulled the car to the side of the road and turned off the engine. Both of them stepped out. He gestured toward the other side of the road. His hand lightly brushing hers as he pointed. It's over there. Amara, he said, his voice steady. Without waiting for her response, he took hold of her hand, leading her into the woods. You mean no one else comes here? Amara asked, her curiosity getting the better of her as she took in the surroundings. Damon nodded. This place is beyond boundaries. It's just mine. Her gaze swept over the towering trees and the dense undergrowth that carpeted the forest floor. Despite having spent a fair amount of time in the woods, Amara couldn't help
Damon sat on the couch. His gaze fixed on Amara as she slept peacefully. Her red, fiery hair fanned out messily across the pillow. Her legs curled beneath the blanket, creating a sight that made a warm smile creep onto his face. He could sit there forever. Watching her like that and never grow tired of it. Yet, the thought that tomorrow was Monday, that she'd be leaving, Clouded his happiness. She wasn't his to keep, no matter how much he wished otherwise. As if sensing his absence, Amara's hand reached across the bed to the spot he'd vacated. Then scrunched into a frown before her eyelids fluttered open. She glanced at the empty space beside her, and then turned to see him seated on the couch. Good morning, Amara. Damon greeted softly, his lips curving into a smile. Amara rubbed her eyes. Returning his smile. Before she got out of bed, she looked stunning, even in her casual state, her short nightwear accentuating her natural beauty. Damon's gaze lingered, drawn to her firm f
The door to Amara’s room pushed open, and it was Darius walking in with a bouquet of roses. He slowly shut the door and moved over to where Amara was lying on the bed, watching him. “Hi,” he said softly, then leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead before sett
It had been hours since Darius angrily left her room, and he hadn’t returned. Amara sighed, her gaze drifting to the window where the dark night pressed against the glass. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 07:00 p.m., and there was still no sign
The sleek, black SUV drove into the mansion, and after it stopped, Darius got down from the backseat and moved to the other side of the car. One of the guards took out Amara’s wheelchair from the boot of the car, but Darius shook his head. Just take it upstairs to
I think you should leave. Amara demanded. Damon’s eyes widened, but he quickly masked it with a blank look and glanced at Amara and Darius, before turning around and leaving, not wanting them to see his pain. As he shut the door, Amara felt a slight discomfort in







