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Chapter 157: The Calm Before the stormDamon's POVTwo weeks laterThe morning light filtered through the curtains, painting Milo's sleeping face in soft gold. I have been awake for the past hour, just watching him sleep like a baby, searching for any sign of that cold calculation I had glimpsed last 2 weeks ago. But there was nothing. Just peaceful sleep, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, the purple glow beneath his skin soft and warm, like a slumbering beast waiting to explode Maybe I had imagined it after all.As if he felt my stare, he stirred, eyes fluttering open, and immediately smiled when he saw me watching. "Good morning, stalker.""Good morning, beautiful," I replied, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Sleep well?""Better than I have in months." He stretched languidly, the sheet sliding down to reveal his bare chest, still marked with the fading love bites from the night before… I smiled, tracing the faded teeth scratches at the base of his neck, I
Chapter 156: Mixed signalsDamon povHe lay beneath me, purple light dancing across his skin, eyes wide with trust and desire. My mate, My miracle.“Milo”"I love you," I said, because he needed to hear it, and because it was true.He seemed taken aback, like he was jot expecting it, but it was gone. "I love you too," he replied, and there was such emotion in his voice that my throat tightened.Afterwards, we lay tangled together, both of us trembling from the intensity of what we had shared. I was worried that I was a little too harsh on my mate, but from his contended look on his face said otherwise. I held him close, feeling his heart gradually slow against my chest. The glow had dimmed to a soft luminescence, gentle and comforting.“I like it Damon, you being just your rough, untamed alpha is the best thing I could ever have…” Milos said, as if he could hear my thoughts …maybe he could."Yeah," I murmured, because my brain was finding it hard to process complex thoughts at the mom
Chapter 155: Consumed by FireMilo's POVThe world shattered into a thousand brilliant fragments the moment Damon entered me.Rough, dry and without warning. "Oh god…" The words ripped from my throat, raw and desperate. My fingers clawed at the sheets beneath me, searching for something solid to anchor myself to as sensation overwhelmed every nerve ending in my body.Damon had taken me unawares. One moment I was falling apart from the building sensation that wanted to drown me, the next moment, I was spread like a loaf of bread, my ass being stretched to the limit. Without warning or lube, he entered me.He was so much bigger than his fingers had prepared me for, could ever prepare me. The stretch burned, but it was the kind of burn that felt right, like my body had been waiting for this exact moment my entire life. Like I had been incomplete until now."Breathe, love," Damon's voice rumbled against my shoulder blade, his lips pressing gentle kisses along my spine even as he held him
Chapter 154: make love to meDamon's POVI looked at Milo's face, filled with so much longing that it took my breath away. His purple eyes glowed softly in the dim light of my chamber, and the ethereal glow beneath his skin pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. He was beautiful… devastatingly so… and in this moment, he was entirely mine."Are you sure?" I asked, though my body was already responding to his request, heat flooding through my veins, my canines were already out."I need you," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "I need to feel connected to you. I need to remember what's real."The last part made something twist in my chest, but I pushed the concern aside. Whatever shadows were chasing him, I would hold them at bay. At least for tonight.I kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him. He melted against me, his hands sliding up my chest to tangle in my hair. The purple glow intensified where our skin touched, sending tingles of power through the bond.
Chapter 153: Homecoming Damon's POV The journey to my old pack took three days, and with each mile, I felt the weight of the past pressing heavily on my shoulders. Milo sat beside me in the car, his hand intertwined with mine, that purple glow still faintly visible under his skin. The bond between us hummed with contentment, but something else lurked beneath it like a discord in an otherwise perfect melody.I couldn't mask it, even if I wanted to."You are nervous," Milo observed as we approached the border."I haven't been back since the curse," I admitted. "They think I am dead.""They're about to get the surprise of their lives then."“What if the damage that was done is unrepairable” “Then we will fix it together, like always” Milo assured, giving a cute smile that almost made me forget about my current predicaments,Almost.The border guards nearly shot us on sight. I couldn't blame them because seeing someone you had mourned standing at your gates would shake anyone. But then
Chapter 152: the coupMillen povI descended the spiral staircase to my innermost chamber, where my true allies waited. It was a secret underground room that was carved from solid mountain rock, lit by blue flames that never burnt dry. Twenty alphas sat around the obsidian table, and more than half wore the ceremonial robes of Council Elders."Your Majesty," Elder Blackwood rose as I entered, and the others followed suit in deep respect. The deference in his voice was new, born from fear rather than respect. Good."Sit," I commanded, taking my place at the head of the table. "Report.""The unrighteous packs have formed an alliance," Elder Chen said, though he wasn't related to the Pacific Pack alpha of the same name. "Led by the mafia king, Damon""As expected." I had counted on Damon's need to protect driving him to unite the outcasts. It made them easier to destroy all at once. So predictable. "Our forces are ready," General Reeves said. He was one of the few Council military leade







