120. I told you I'll have her in my bed! Coming out of the car under the shelter of an Umbrella, they admired the rain and the silvery trails coming harshly on the ground. Damien's one arm was around her shoulder and one holding the umbrella. He loved this place for its simplicity.But looking at Aura's face, he can say she was not very happy. Her nose was creased and her eyes tentatively stared through mist and a heavy shower trail."I don't see any arrangements?" Aura raised her head to meet his eyes.Indeed there was nothing, for this place was an empty piece of land. Yet, what one sees must not be used to draw a final conclusion."Come on, I'll show you." Stretching his lips into a grin, he led themselves ahead.Aura's gown was completely drenched from the edge. There was dirt in her stilettos and she couldn't walk properly any longer. It was her good luck that Damien was walking by her side, or else she would have already collapsed. Much worse, she could have twisted her ankles

122. Going for a rescue"Anna is safe, right? Brian," I shook his shoulders. "Our daughter is safe, isn't she?" Someone from the guards sobbed. My head instantly looked around at the men so I could pick the sobbing one out. But everyone was vulnerably breathing and their red eyes told a different story. A story I wouldn't like to hear. As I was looking around everyone, I heard my beta, his voice poorly choking, "They breached… the mansion. Th-they shot Madam Martha and another nanny who was looking after Anna and took her away."No. No. No. Please… this was not true. It can't be. It's just… I found my place next to Brian as we both wept together.This was a dream. It had to be a bad dream because I was so happy in the morning. Everything was perfect and clean. Aura and I were savouring moments with our daughter. We were happy. How could everything turn upside down? Is it even possible for a happy family to scatter like the coins on a carrom board? "Miss. Martha," Aura won't be ha

124. Don't hurt my daughter in the name of revenge! A wheezing wind rolled over, making Aura's teeth clutter. She stared down in the middle of the room on the ground at her screaming daughter and forgot it was necessary to breathe for survival. That moment, all that she saw was Anna throwing her legs and arms in the air. She was dressed in a pink thin frock that shifted under her little back, leaving her little legs exposed to the cool ground. She was not wearing her socks either. "Don't hurt her, bastard." Aura banged her fists on Peter's chest and bicep. She used all her strength to hit him but the devil didn't budge for a second. He just cracked up louder and held her by her elbow, refraining her from going to her daughter. "You see that, Aurora? You see that? That's what real weakness looks like." He pointed at her daughter and then towards the dogs around her. They were desperately breathing, the noise invading Aura's ears like a warning buzz. "I want you to see it w

126. Is Damien going to die?! "Damien, a-are you okay?" It was a silly question, but she was not really in her senses. His blood and reducing breaths took away her patience and whatever patience she had had, now turned into pain. Pure, raw, and escalating pain. Behind her back, Peter laughed, "You didn't come here, Alpha Damien, I summoned you, so I could kill you with my own hands. It would have been no fun to fuck your already fucked up wh*re or kill your vulnerable daughter who is anyways helpless without her mother. The worst I could do to you is kill you… and leave your mate and daughter miserable for the rest of their lives. Your death during the best phase of your life is the biggest and filthiest punishment you could get. You wouldn't be there to see your daughter grow up. Your wh*re will be available for other powerful males, not including that she would move on with another wealthy man after your demise, after some months of weeping in your memory. Your pack will be overt