LOGINThe nurse, clearly startled, stammered. Sheās in the emergency room, Alpha. Sheās in surgery. Before she could finish, Darius was already moving, his long strides taking him toward the emergency ward.
James hurried to catch up, calling out, Alpha, wait. Darius pushed through the doors, his sharp gaze locking on Damon, who was pacing the hallway like a caged animal. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the brothers stood frozen, their shared pain and fear reflected in each otherās expressions. Youāre here. What are you doing here? Darius asked in anger. He was pained that Damon was there before him. Can we not do this now, please? Damon responded. His voice was hoarse. He looked exhausted, his usually composed demeanor shattered. Dariusās jaw tightened, but he pushed down his emotions. What happened? Darius asked, his voice trembling slightly. Damon ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. She fell from tSlowly, Amara opened her eyes, and the first thing that struck her was the pain all over her body. She felt like her body had been run over by a truck. Groaning softly, she looked around and realized she was in the hospital, lying in one of the beds. But before she could gather her thoughts, the door opened. And she looked at it to notice Darius walking in. The moment he saw that Amara was awake, he ran up to her side. Amara, you are awake. Thank the goddess, he exclaimed in relief as he placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Amara furrowed her brow as she tried recalling what had happened, and then she remembered it allāhow she was pushed by a man. Suddenly, she began to panic, and Darius noticed. You donāt have to worry about anything, Amara. We are already going after the person who pushed you. Just relax and trust me. Darius assured her while gently str
The nurse, clearly startled, stammered. Sheās in the emergency room, Alpha. Sheās in surgery. Before she could finish, Darius was already moving, his long strides taking him toward the emergency ward. James hurried to catch up, calling out, Alpha, wait. Darius pushed through the doors, his sharp gaze locking on Damon, who was pacing the hallway like a caged animal. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the brothers stood frozen, their shared pain and fear reflected in each otherās expressions. Youāre here. What are you doing here? Darius asked in anger. He was pained that Damon was there before him. Can we not do this now, please? Damon responded. His voice was hoarse. He looked exhausted, his usually composed demeanor shattered. Dariusās jaw tightened, but he pushed down his emotions. What happened? Darius asked, his voice trembling slightly. Damon ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. She fell from t
Mate! Damonās wolf howled in anguish, its cry reverberating through his mind like a thunderclap. A wave of searing pain rippled through him, making him stagger to his feet. His heart clenched as though gripped by an unseen hand, and his chest burned with an unbearable ache. Alpha, Damon, whatās wrong? his beta Sampson asked worriedly, his brows furrowed in concern. But Damon couldnāt answer. His wolf was clawing at his mind, its howls growing louder, more desperate. Amara, Damon gasped in fear and pain. Swiftly, he tried to make a mind link, but did not get a response from her. Without another word, Damon stormed out of his study. Sampson, alarmed and confused, quickly followed as Damon tore through the mansion. Damon snatched the keys from the driver. How farā Sampson began, but Damon silenced him with a glare, his grey eyes blazing. He slid into the driverās seat. Slamming the door
You should leave Celine, Damon demanded. The moment he stepped into Celineās room, Celine lifted her brow at him and frowned. Why? What did I do wrong? she said, acting ignorant and innocent. Damon scoffed angrily and moved closer to her with a forceful grip. He grabbed her by both arms and stared into her eyes with anger. What do you take me for, Celine? A fool? Did you think I wouldnāt realize you drugged me, that I wouldnāt figure out you were the one who slipped something into my coffee while you conveniently sent the maid away? he growled. His words sliced through her act. Celine swallowed hard, fear flickering in her eyes. How had Damon pieced it all together so quickly? I donāt know what youāre talking about, Alpha Damon, she stammered, denying. Damon let out a frustrated groan and shoved her away, releasing her with a force that made her stumble backward. Pack your
Her wolf whimpered in her mind, but Amara ignored the sound, biting her lip hard to stop the sob threatening to escape. Iām going, she said softly, her voice breaking. Despite her attempt to sound composed, Damon didnāt turn around. Didnāt say a word. Amara left his room, closing the door quietly behind her. Once inside her own room, she leaned against the door, pressing her hand over her mouth as the tears she had been holding back finally fell. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold water of the shower wash over her. The chill grounded her, numbing the ache in her chest, if only for a moment. As she scrubbed her skin, she whispered to herself, I canāt do this anymore. I canāt keep hoping. When she stepped out, she wrapped herself in a towel, dried her hair, and slipped into her nightgown. It was soft, long, and comfortingāeverything she needed to feel even a shred of solace tonight.
Damon responded instantly, his arms pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His lips moved against hers with need, desperation fueling his every action, sparks ignited between them, the bond roaring, brought to life. As his hands roamed her back, pulling her even closer, Amara gasped as he shifted, guiding her onto the bed beneath him. His kisses trailed from her lips to her jaw and down her neck, leaving a burning trail in their wake. Damon, she murmured, trying to regain control, but the intensity of the moment made her voice falter. His hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging it off in one swift motion and tossing it aside. His chest, glistening with sweat, rose and fell heavily as he looked down at her, his gaze heated but conflicted. I donāt want to hurt you, he whispered, his voice strained. Tell me to stop if this isnāt what you want. Amara hesitated for only a moment before shaking her head.







