FAZER LOGINWhat do you intend to do? Sampson asked.
But Damon, who didn't have any response to give, kept pacing around like a caged beast. His mind was a tangled mess, and the constant howling of his wolf was making things worse for him. Lisa is still in the living room. Should I tell the men to send her away? Sampson asked. That made Damon abruptly stop and look in Sampson's direction. I swear to God, I will kill that bitch, he yelled, and stormed out of the room. Alpha Damon's loud, thundering footsteps as he descended the stairs resounded through the mansion. His wolf was seething with anger, and so was he. Arriving in the living room, Lisa was comfortably seated on the brown leather couch, her legs crossed and a glass of juice in her hand as she portrayed herself as the lady of the house. The sight angered Damon, and he began making his way toward her. Lisa, hearing the loud footsteps of Damon, jumped to her fPanic coursed through Amara’s entire body, leaving her frozen for a moment before she managed to speak. “How did he get stabbed? Who was it?” she asked, her voice trembling. Darius heaved a deep sigh before answering. “According to the information I received from his beta, they left the pack for a meeting with the neighboring pack. During the meeting, a rogue attacked and stabbed Damon.” “We don’t know who sent him or why, because Damon burned the rogue to ashes with his abilities,” he explained. Amara remained silent, swallowing the discomfort rising in her chest. “He’s been brought back to the pack, and the healers are doing their best, but he’s losing a lot of blood. That’s why they reached out to me,” Darius continued. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go,” Amara said quickly, already rushing to change her clothes. “You can stay back. I’ll handle it,” Darius suggested. But Amara shook he
Darius glanced down at Amara with so much desire in his eyes. He wanted her—God, he wanted her more than anything in the world. But then he realized she wasn’t herself. Amara seemed a bit drunk, and he didn’t want them to do anything she would regret the next morning. “I’m sorry. I can’t go further for now,” he said softly, his tone apologetic. He sighed, brushing a kiss against her forehead. “You are drunk, Amara,” he sighed, his words heavy with restraint. Amara felt an unspoken desperation rise within her, but she bit it back, unwilling to let him see. Instead, she took a deep breath and allowed herself to relax in his arms, savoring the intoxicating scent of him that clung to him. She inhaled deeply without realizing it, prompting a soft chuckle from him. He pulled her closer, his embrace warm and comforting. “You had enough now,” he teased with a quiet laugh. Amara rolled her eyes in resp
Alpha. Darius watched as Amara finished her second bottle of beer. When she reached for the third, he gently stopped her, signaling the server to bring the bill. After paying, he stood and told Amara they were leaving. She didn't protest. They walked out of the club in silence and got into his car. Darius stole glances at her as he drove, noticing how she stared blankly out the window. Are you okay? he asked, his voice soft and filled with concern. She nodded without looking at him. You sure? he pressed, but she only gave another nod. Darius sighed and shifted his focus back to the road. Tonight had been meant for fun, but he had ruined it with his words. When they arrived at his apartment, he pulled into the parking space and stepped out. Circling to her side, he opened the door for Amara. Thank you, she murmured, stepping out carefully. His housekeeper wasn't ho
Darius stood in a sleek black suit, engaged in a call when the sound of footsteps on the staircase drew his attention. His gaze shifted, instinctively landing on Amara as she descended with effortless grace. Her attire was striking—a short denim skirt that clung perfectly to her curves and a body contour top tucked neatly into it. Accentuating her figure, her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, adding to her allure. Darius’s eyes wandered, taking in the smooth, toned lines of her legs. Unable to resist appreciating her beauty, the conversation on the phone became a distant murmur as Amara’s presence captured his full attention. The words of the investor blurred into the background until he quickly ended the call, muttering a vague excuse. Amara, he greeted, his voice warm. Darius, she replied, her tone calm yet poised. You look stunning, he said, stepping closer to press a light kiss on her forehead b
Constantly, Darius checked his wristwatch, watching as time passed. Yet, there was no phone call from Amara, not even a text message. Calm down, his wolf urged, prompting Darius to sigh heavily. Just as he was about to glance at his watch again, the beep of his phone caught his attention. Quickly, he reached for it and saw it was a text from Amara. After reading it, he stood, grabbed his jacket from the couch, and headed out of the room. He descended the stairs to the sitting room. He got into his car and drove off, tension knotting his entire body. He had never felt this anxious before. His chest tightened at the thought of making things right without messing up. This was his chance to win Amara over. He couldn't bear to mess it up. When he finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, Amara was already there. She stood by the entrance, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, a striking contrast to the fitted
Amara’s wolf, Olivia, paced restlessly in her mind. Are you sure about this? Olivia’s voice was laced with concern, but Amara remained silent, curling up in her bed. She didn’t have an answer. Not one she was ready to voice. Deep down, though, she believed she had made the best decision. If things continued as they were, the brothers would destroy each other over her. And she couldn’t bear to be the cause of their ruin. It’s late, Olivia. I’m going to bed, Amara murmured, retreating into the recesses of her mind. Just as Amara began to drift off, a sharp knock echoed from the door. Curiosity overcame her, and she slipped out of bed, cautiously approaching. Slowly, she turned the doorknob, revealing a face she hadn’t expected. Alpha Damon. His usually composed expression was shadowed with worry. Without a word, he stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind him. What ar







