ログイン“Why must I wear this wig and put on these clothes?” the woman asked, staring at the dress and red wig in Darius’s hands. “Shush. Keep your voice down,” Darius urged, and the woman frowned but obeyed. Darius looked back at Damon to be sure his brother was still knocked out. When he was certain, he turned back to her. “Damon desires only one woman, and that is Amara. This is her dress, and this wig matches the color of her hair. “I’m doing this so that if he opens his eyes while still drugged, he will think you are Amara. The dress will give you her scent, and the wig will make you look like her. That way, he won’t struggle much with you. “Now do you get it?” The woman swallowed hard and nodded. “Good. Now go into the bathroom and change,” he demanded, handing the dress and wig to her. She took them and went into the bathroom. Darius moved hi
The moment Damon left his room, Darius moved with silent precision toward Damon’s door. His fingers gripped the small vial of spell-infused liquid tightly as he slipped inside, his heart hammering in his chest. He wore a mask over his nose and mouth to shield himself from the potion’s effects. Damon’s room was impeccably tidy, a reflection of his disciplined nature. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air. Darius glanced at the closed door behind him before stepping further inside. His gaze landed on the perfectly arranged bed, the pillow neatly fluffed at the head of it. He pulled the stopper from the vial, a sharp herbal tang wafting from the potion. Carefully, he poured a thin stream of the liquid onto Damon’s pillow. Using his gloved hand to spread it evenly, the potion absorbed into the fabric, leaving no trace of its presence. Darius whispered to himself. Though unease c
Damon heard a faint sound of discomfort echoing through the hallway. His instincts kicked in, and he immediately left his room, following the sound. It led him to Amara’s room, where the door was slightly ajar. Peeking inside, he saw Amara seated upright on her bed, her face scrunched in pain as the doctor carefully worked on her injured legs. Two nurses stood nearby, ready to assist, while the older nurse offered encouraging words. “You’re doing great, Amara,” the doctor said calmly, though his voice was firm. “I know it hurts, but we need to work on restoring your mobility. Just a little more.” Amara bit her lip, sweat forming on her brow. She didn’t want to cry in front of everyone, but the pain was overwhelming. Damon stepped into the room, his presence commanding immediate attention. “What’s going on here?” he demanded, his voice edged with concern. The doctor glance
Amara was having breakfast in bed while her two personal nurses were seated in the room, watching her as Amara forced the food down her throat. She hated her condition and couldn’t wait to start using her legs. She was used to eating meals downstairs with the twins, but now it seemed she wouldn’t do that for a while. “Are you okay? Don’t you like the meal?” one of the nurses, an older lady with a low haircut, asked as she stared at Amara with curiosity, noticing she was picking at her food. Amara flashed a weak smile, trying to hide the frustration bubbling inside her. “It’s fine,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “I’m just not very hungry.” The older nurse exchanged a glance with the younger one, concern flickering in her eyes. “You need to eat, dear,” she said gently, leaning forward. “Your body needs strength to heal and for further therapy. “The doctor will not be pleased if you’re sk
“What are you saying?” Damon asked, confused. Darius nodded. “Yes, brother, you heard me right. If you really want to prove to me that you have let go of Amara, and that you want us together, then you have to prove it by getting married and starting a family. I believe Amara will kill any lingering feeling she has for you the moment she realizes you are married.” Darius said. Damon narrowed his gaze at his brother, unable to believe Darius was bringing such a suggestion to him. Damon’s wolf growled angrily, but Damon kept his wolf at bay and glared at Darius. “I have sacrificed so much for you, brother, but forcing me to get married—I won’t do it. If I were you, I’d focus on making Amara fall for me. Now excuse me,” Damon spat, brushing past Darius. As he walked away, Darius, seething with anger, stormed into his room and slumped into his seat.
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 settling into the chair beside her. “I got you these,” he said, handing the bouquet of roses to Amara, which she took and inhaled the scent before looking back at him. “Thank you,” she said softly and kept the flowers aside. Awkward tension filled the air as neither of them spoke, until Darius cleared his throat and began to speak. “I’m sorry about walking out on you. I just lost my temper and shouldn’t have,” he apologized, while Amara remained silent, not knowing what to say. Darius realized Amara wasn’t going to respond, and it got him worried as he wondered what was going through her mind. Amara, on the other han







