MasukDamon's hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought the urge to reach out to her, to pull her into his arms and tell her the truth. But the promise he had made, the secret he had buried deep within himself, kept him silent. Amara shook her head, her tears falling freely on her cheeks. I've lived with this pain every single day, wondering why the boy I grew up with turned into someone who couldn't stand to look at me. I've carried that pain for so long, and all I want is to know why. Damon's chest tightened painfully at her words, and for a brief moment, he almost broke. He almost told her the truth. But then he thought of his brother, of the burden he had chosen to bear. And the walls around his heart hardened once more. You're wasting your time. Damon said coldly, turning his back on her. Amara, you and I? We were never meant to be together. We're from different backgrounds. I can't b
Amara took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside her. I believe we need to talk, Damon, she said, her voice firm, though her wolf was howling relentlessly. Urging her to close the distance between them, to feel his touch. The mate bond was pulling her toward him, his intoxicating scent clouding her mind, but she fought against it and stayed rooted in place. Damon remained silent, his eyes locked on Amara. His heart pounded in his chest, his wolf growling, demanding he claim herâtheir mate. But Damon forced himself to stay calm, pushing down the urge. After a moment, he exhaled, composing himself. What is it? he asked, his voice cold and rough. Amara swallowed hard, her chest tightening at the iciness in his tone. It had been five years, and he still sounded like this. MATE, her wolf cried out in her mind, but Amara suppressed the urge and fo
Damon's wolf growled angrily, while his eyes darkened at Dariusâs words. He had just found out that Amara was still his mate, and here was Darius standing in front of him, demanding he remember his promises. Damon, you remember, right? Darius asked, raising a challenging brow at Damon. You agreed to let me have Amara. You agreed to let me have just the one thing I desire. You remember, right? Darius asked, narrowing his eyes. Damon glared at his brother, his fists clenched at his sides. Just tell him, Damon. His wolf urged. Tell him Amara is your mate. Maybe he'll finally let go of this obsession. Damon's jaw tightened as his wolf urged him to speak up, to tell Darius the truth about Amara being his mate. But before he could utter a word, Darius stepped forward, his voice rising with desperation. You have everything, Damon, he hissed, his voice raw. You alway
Damon and Amara turned towards the voice and saw Darius standing a few feet away. Amara's eyes widened at the sight of him. Like Damon, Darius had changed drastically. His facial features sharper, more defined. His once jet black hair was now dyed the same colour as hers, though still trimmed short. His cool sea-blue eyes locked onto hers, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He stood tall, his boyish frame replaced by a solid, muscular build. His sleek, all-black clothes emphasized the sharpness of his features and the strength he now carried. Amara's heart raced, a mix of shock and something else she couldn't quite place. She remembered him from years ago, but now he seemed like an entirely different person. The resemblance to Damon was there, but Darius had an edge that sent a shiver down her spine. Surprised to see me? Dariusâs voice was deep, smooth, almost teasing. B
Damon hated the attention and conversation, especially from the ladies who all had lustful eyes on him and weren't even trying to hide it. A groan escaped his lips when one of them winked, and he shot her a glare. She quickly apologized with a bow, looking away in embarrassment. He sighed heavily, scanning the crowd, searching for Amara. She was nowhere to be seen, and his frustration grew. Why would she choose to work late tonight, of all nights, knowing they were returning? Greetings. Alpha Benita, one of Damonâs old sex mates, greeted him with a respectful bow. Apart from Damon and Amara, Benita was the only one who knew Damon and Amara were once mates, and she would have spilled it if not for Damonâs warnings and the fear of Damon that kept her silent. Welcome back home, Benita said, her lips curving into a seductive smile, which Damon found really annoying and irritating. Over the past fi
Amara, you're still here? Linda, a nurse who worked at the Pack Hospital, asked. She was surprised to still see Amara in the hospital when it was no news that their future Alphas were back. And almost half of the pack was at the Richardson Mansion to welcome them. But here⊠There was Amara, who had grown up with the twins and was close to them, still in the hospital. Yes, I'm just going over some research. Amara lied, forcing a weak smile. Linda knew better, though. It was clear that Amara was avoiding the twins, and Linda understood why. Since Amara started working at the hospital, the two had become close friends, and in one of their heart-to-heart conversations, Amara had confided in her. Amara, Linda sighed, taking the empty seat beside her. You can't avoid them forever. Sooner or later, you'll have to face them. Why not now? Come on, let's go to the wel







