(Damien’s POV)Beneath all those shades of darkness, there was once an innocent boy.~The Past~My father took me back to the basement, the same place I had grown to dread.“You know why you are here?” He asks me“Because I spoke out of turn,” I respond, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t that; he just wanted to punish me. I felt the metal-built whip against my skin, and I grit my teeth. All the pain I felt had been building inside of me for years; the anger made me stronger; the punishment—it all contributed to that. My father believed he knew everything, but there were things he didn't, and his pride would never allow him to. He always kept his gun on the desk. He keeps it there because he believed none of us could ever get to it before he did; he keeps it there to taunt us. My hands were chained to a pole as more hits landed on my back.“You know why I do this?” he asks.“Yes. To make me stronger, to make me worthy of the Alpha title,” I answered dully.What my father hadn’t known was
PROLOUGE(Natasha's POV)~~~~~~~~~The day had finally come. For ten years, I waited for this day, and here it was. This was the day the Blood Moon Pack would pay for everything they did to me—everything they did to my pack.I had been summoned by 'The Ghost'. It truly was strange that the person I trusted was the one I had never seen his true face.I would never forget how everything I had loved had been forcefully taken from me. It had been a beautiful day; one would never expect the ill-happenings that awaited us all at the Lake Moon Pack. I was only eight years old, a child with no responsibilities. I remember hearing the scream; it was coming from outside our house. I wonder what might be going on, but the screams only grew louder, and I knew something must be wrong. I remember my father busting into my room and yelling at me to hide. I had been so confused about what the hell was going on, I just stood there, lost.I had been so afraid that I had started to cry. What a stupid
(Lena's POV)Two years later.I never thought for once that I would find myself living amongst humans, but this was the safest place for me, a place he wouldn't be able to find me—even if he ever decides to search.I want to believe that I have forgotten my past and left it all behind me, but I have not. In the human world, everything is different; they do not operate the way werewolves do. It was strange that they all went on with their normal jobs, oblivious to the fact that there were other creatures living among them.The night had come, and it was time for me to leave. I stare at my son, Kaden. He was only a little over a year old, but every time I stared at him, every time I looked into his eyes, I couldn't bear it, but he was my ex-husband dublicate—everything about him, he hadn't even beared a single of my features. Even if I didn't want to remember Damien, everytime I looked at my son's face I did, but that didn't deter what I felt for Kaden.I didn't want to leave him in the
(Lena's POV)The intruder held the knife in his other hands, and I notice it is a short distance from Kaden's neck. If I met up with him quick, faster than he could hurt Kaden, then maybe I could have a chance, but I can never play such games with my son's life.Kaden stirs, and then he is awake, and he lets out a silent cry, using that as a little distraction. I lunched at the werewolf man, kicking him in the nuts and taking Kaden before he could fall to the ground.The werewolf is quick to strike, despite how hard I hit him. I only had a moment to place Kaden on a table before I blocked the punch thrown at me, but my arm still hurt from the force of the hit. More punches are coming at me, and I have no time to attack, only defend.This was no ordinary wolf; I knew it because I could easily bring down an average wolf. There was something about the way he fought that was unlike anything I had ever seen.But then I move swiftly and his next punch lands against the wall, his arm digging
(Damien's POV)There are three women on my bed. Two blondes, and the last is brown-haired. I don't remember any of their names. They laid naked. The brown-haired girl is the boldest; she advances slowly towards me, and her hands reach out to touch me. She glances at me for permission, but I only slowly lean back on my bed. I feel her hands around my cock, her lips, and then her mouth. I am not satisfied. Nothing she does satisfy me, and I let out a low growl. She, of course, interprets that the wrong way. My hands gripped her hair, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She knew what she was signing up for when she came here, I thrust my hips faster, taking control as I fucked her mouth fast. I groan; I still don't feel satisfied, so I pull out of her. and stood from the bed, putting on some pair of pants. None of them, sexy as they were, successfully made me cum even once. There was a knock on the door. "Come," I called, and my Gamma Nate walked in, accompanied by Isis. Isis ke
(Damien's POV)Diego was right.For two years, it seemed like I was in some sort of comma, and not until today did I begin realizing the little stuff I missed out on, but then I discovered that they were not actually trivial things; I was losing my pack little by little, and I couldn't even see that."You've been distant; I noticed that," I say, stubbornly refusing to agree with him, even if I knew he was right."The whole pack is afraid of you, Alpha," he says, his voice rising. "Where was the Damien that put the pack before everything else? Now, you fuck whores and spill blood.""He deserved to die." "Yes, he did, but you did that right before those little children which were present; each day you make them all scared of you; you should be their hope." He paused and It takes everything in me to be still, even at the face of his disrespect, but then I hadn't even realised what I had done, I didn't register that there were children present.Diego took a few steps back, and I believe
(Lena’s POV) I was no coward to back down, not after everything he did to me, all I went through, and now here he was, looking every bit of the Alpha I remember. It seemed I had been the only one tormented by him. From the start, I had to admit that it was too good to be true, but I was so desperate for love—any kind—that I forced myself into believing this was true.“Come back to the pack with me,” he says, his eyes empty and cold, but even if there was some kind of genuine regret in those eyes, I wouldn’t care to see it, but there was none.“I have a home; why would I come back to your pack, Alpha?, so I would be used as a sex slave till my death day?”He didn’t seem to like the fact that I was opposing him, but news flash: I was no longer tied to him, and he was no longer my Alpha.“Who were those wolves cornering you?”“Bad guys, I guess.”He stared at me annoyed, the nerve of him. “What did they want from you?”“I don’t know.”He inhaled. “You only have the skills of getting und
~~~(Natasha’s POV)~~~The Alpha was gone.That made things easier for me. I didn’t plan on making a scene just yet, so I had to get in without killing any of the patrollers, though it would have been far easier if I could just kill them all. I had to wait till sun down. It was a long wait, especially when I was this close to my goal.I sneaked hiding behind one of the trees, and I watched them. They laughed about some jokes, and I couldn’t help the hate that built up in me. They were all murderers, and here they were laughing and having no care in the world. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I killed at least one of them.As much as I wanted them dead, I had a far more important task. ‘The Ghost’ had assigned me to only give them a warning; I planned to do way more than that.I had studied this pack for ten years, so sneaking past the patrollers was not a hard task.I had read through the map of this pack over and over again until I had it encrypted in my mind. I knew I couldn’t follow the mai