~ Isabella’s POVI was laid flat-out on my back in my bed as I watched the clock in my room tick. My eyes drifted half closed as my thoughts wandered all over the place. I held my hand out gingerly from my body, still engulfed by guilt over what had happened to Emily. I knew that it wasn't my fault, but I still couldn't help the feelings of guilt that had assailed me the moment she screamed out in pain. I could only hope that she had a strong wolf which would speed up her healing and recovery process. As for me, because I was an omega, I already knew that I was going to heal at a rate closer to that of humans. The physical torture that I had endured at Damien's hands when I had first arrived had taught me the hard way.I wondered if Clara was fine or if she had had to go back to the kitchens to work. Thinking about Clara made me think about our conversation earlier, when she had asked me about my parents. A sudden wave of nostalgia crashed into me and I missed them so very much at tha

~ Damien’s POVI was still seated on my bed after ordering the butler to ask the kitchen staff to prepare my food, thinking about what had happened with Amber.What the hell is wrong with me? Why would I call her by Isabella's name?It was not until my eyes began to water that I realized that I had not been blinking. I had just been staring into space.What on earth is wrong with me? I thought to myself as I ran a hand over my face.The issue with Jones and his accusation must have affected me more than I thought.I clenched both my jaws and my fist as I thought to myself, Alpha Nathan, Beta Jones, you will definitely pay for all of this. I'll destroy you and your pack. I'll make you watch as I slaughter every member of your pack before your eyes and burn everything to the ground. I'll allow you to crawl to me and beg me before I end your misery and take your life.Just then, Luke came into my room, informing me that Albert had lost consciousness. My anger subdued a bit when I heard

~Isabella's POVThe room held an uneasy stillness as Damien straightened, his demeanor shifting from the haze of intoxication to a semblance of sobriety. I watched with guarded apprehension, my senses on high alert. The interlude of vulnerability felt like a fragile thread, and I knew the Alpha's return to his usual self loomed.Damien's gaze locked onto mine, the remnants of his confession lingering in the air like a haunting melody. The room seemed to shrink, the boundaries of our individual struggles merging in the silence.The intensity in his eyes wavered, a subtle acknowledgment of the internal turmoil that defined him. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture a manifestation of the complexities entwined within his existence."What the fuck are you doing, Damien," he muttered, seeming frustrated with himself and the situation.I remained silent, allowing him to navigate the intricacies of a sentiment he rarely expressed. The acknowledgment of his own shortcomings held a pecul

~ Nathan’s POVThe guard was shocked and at the same time became mute. He stared at me, moving back as I approached him. I stretched out my hands for a handshake and then requested for his name. He blinked rapidly and then asked if I had truly accepted his proposal.“Sure. If I haven’t then I won’t be standing in front of you,” I said, still stretching out my hands.“Didn’t you said that you are into girls?” He asked, still not accepting my handshake.I retracted my hand and sighed.“I only said that because there were a lot of people in the room that day,” I replied to him.“Really?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.“Are you probably up to something?” He asked.“What?” I asked, a bit surprised because I was sure my acting was superb and that I didn’t show that I was up to no good.“Are you trying to beat me up again?” He asked.I smiled, feeling relieved when I heard him.“Why would I beat you up again? I won’t raise my hands up to beat someone I love. Not after I’m finally sure that I

~Isabella's POVOh, moon goddess…The room felt like it was filled with a mix of different emotions, and I sat there trying to deal with the strange encounter I had just experienced.When the door closed loudly, I let myself really think about everything that had just happened. From the way he behaved when he was drunk, to the dream I had about my parents, and then his sudden change back to his usual self - it all left me feeling emotionally worn out. Sitting in the chair, I felt like it was both helping me and holding me back, like it showed the different things I was dealing with.I touched my cheeks, still damp with tears, and felt a surge of frustration. Damien's command lingered in the air, a reminder of the consequences should I dare to share or talk about what he had unwittingly revealed.I stood, pacing the confines of the space, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. The dreamscape collided with reality, and I couldn't shake off the lingering sense of unease.As I appro