Dahlia's POVDamon came back late that night.Later than Justin's gift.I don't know how I got back to the room after Jared left me alone in the garden. I was worried Jared was going to kill me, yet what he did was way worse. The last time he broke my life into pieces he had soldiers with him, this time he managed to do it all by himself.Just when I started to warm up to a life with Damon, its lie of a base crumbled.Justin's gift was waiting for me on the dresser, wrapped in a piece of white cloth. No box. On the piece of cloth written--Sorry I couldn't protect you at the party. Protect yourself.His gift was a silver dagger. The kind that can take down an Alpha.Irony how I wanted this only a few hours ago. If only Justin's gift arrived earlier.Sitting in front of the mirror, I watch the moonlight bouncing off the cold metal, suddenly having a surreal feeling as if all the tangible around me are flying away.My pack's fall, Damon's scheme, Justin's perfection. It all feels surrea

Dahlia's POVI hear the sound of my heart breaking into pieces in disappointment.Somehow he gives me the worst answer. He not only lies but also endorses Jared himself. Not even giving me Jared’s head like the sex-swayed tyrant Jared took him for.Goodbye, Damon Hayes.I nod, unable to look him in the eyes again. I can’t trust them anymore, no matter how soulful they are.“Dahlia, let go of your pack’s tragedy,” Damon suddenly says, pinching my chin with two fingers to make me look at him, “It’s not something you can handle.”I curve my lips sorrowfully: “I guess not.”I can’t handle this man. I can’t defeat him the right way. I can’t even help falling in love with him when he did such horrible things. But I can’t live like this either.I’ll die with you, Damon Hayes. Next life, let’s hope we won’t be assigned as mates.“Dahlia--” With a hesitant look, he opens his mouth again but I’m not listening anymore. He had his chance.“Enough work talks,” I poke my head forward and brush my l

Dahlia’s POVThe dagger cut into him like a laser into tofu.Silver kills our heightened cells. Instantly.I will never forget the hurt in his eyes when the dagger pierced into him. It’s not pain from the wound, it’s from his bleeding soul.“Bold!” Damon snarls as he jerks up, pressing me under him with his fingers around my neck. I close my eyes to embrace my death but it doesn't happen.I don’t know if it’s because of the tear that dropped from my eyes, but Damon backed off the bed, one hand pressed on his ribs—I missed his heart by an inch.I don’t know how I would have missed it. I aimed for his heart. I aimed for his death and mine. I would have died with him before the pack could condemn me. But I missed it.“So this is what you wanted from me…my life.” With a dreadful tone, Damon leans on the dresser, his move almost elegant. You can barely tell he is bleeding badly and weakening even faster.“I’m sorry…” I burst into tears. I couldn't feel the mate bond, but I feel like I do.

Dahlia’s POV “Let go of me! Let go!” I shrill at the top of my lungs as Lola drags me out of the wine cellar. I didn’t know where I was kept, but I have little mind to care now because I have a much more urgent problem-- “I can’t breathe! The sun! The sun is burning me!” The hot, bright beams of the sun glue on my skin, and I can feel my skin melting like under acid! I’m a sinner! I will forever belong only in darkness! I can’t bear the sun! “Stop with your raving!” Lola keeps her iron claw on my arm so tightly I think her goal is to break it in half, “The Alpha demanded you.” She wants me to walk past the hundred yards from my prison to the main building. She wants me to melt under the sun! Fear of the sun gives my dying body one last shot of adrenalin and I scream as I try to claw and kick, anything to put distance between me and the woman who hates me to the guts. She raises her hand to slap me but it doesn’t land -- Barke stops her. “She is not worth getting yourself punishe

Dahlia’s POVI thought he was throwing me back to where he found me. How naive was I.He is not done with his revenge yet.Turns out there is a dormitory for Omegas working in the mansion. It’s a small two-floor on the opposite corner of the main building, right on the edge of the forest.When they dragged me all the way over I thought I was going to suffocate. I fainted mid-way, and only heard what happened from Ava.Thank God Ava was there.She was taking care of me when I woke up to more bruises and cuts all over me. Only after half a day and I’m back to where I was when Lola pulled me out of the wine cellar. Or maybe worse.I had Damon to look forward to before. Now I don’t.“You don’t have to take care of me anymore,” I murmur to Ava, unable to even lift my arm as she carefully cleans my wounds with a cotton bud, “I’m also a slave now.”Ridiculous how I never felt like a slave when I really was a sex slave. But now I do.“The Alpha made me your maid, and I won’t stop taking care