Semua Bab My Hatred, My Soulmate : Bab 181 - Bab 190

DAMON'S POVConsciousness finds me first, my eyes opening to the gentle caress of morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains. Beside me, she sleeps peacefully, her body a masterpiece against the rumpled sheets. I prop myself up on one elbow, taking in the sight of her—unclothed, vulnerable, and completely mine. The memory of last night's passion lingers in the air around us, almost tangible, like the scent of rain after a storm.Her chest rises and falls with each breath, the rhythm steady and hypnotic. The curve of her hip, the graceful line of her spine, the golden cascade of her hair against the pillow—every detail is something I want to commit to memory forever. She looks spent, satisfied, her lips slightly parted as if still savoring the echoes of pleasure that reverberated through this room mere hours ago. We made love until we couldn't anymore, until our bodies surrendered to exhaustion but not before the very elements seemed to dance to the rhythm of our passion.

SERENA'S POVThis is absolutely ridiculous. I watch Damon moving around my bedroom with the nervous energy of prey sensing a predator nearby, and I have to bite my lower lip to keep from laughing. His eyes dart toward the door at every small creak in the old house, his shoulders tense as if preparing to defend himself against an attack that could come at any moment. I don't know why he's this strongly frightened, though I suppose I understand the source of his fear."You realize you look like you're about to jump out the window at any second, right?" I say, pulling my hair into a loose ponytail as I observe him. The morning light catches his profile, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline now tightened with anxiety.I really don't feel any fear about facing my father. I just actually do not care what Dad thinks about what happened between Damon and me last night. It was beautiful, intense, and completely our choice. So I never ex

SERENA'S POVThe moment we reach Luna's car—a sleek silver sedan that gleams under the morning sun—all four of us scramble inside with the desperate urgency of fugitives fleeing a crime scene. I slide into the passenger seat while Damon folds his tall frame into the back beside Cassidy, the leather seats creaking softly under our weight. Luna's hands grip the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity as she reverses out of the driveway, her eyes darting nervously toward my house as if expecting Dad to come charging out after us.The engine purrs to life, and we're barely down the street when the interrogation begins."Okay, seriously," Cassidy begins, twisting in her seat to face us with wide, curious eyes that sparkle with barely contained excitement. "What in the Goddess's name did we just walk into back there? The tension in that room was so thick I could practically taste it."Luna adjusts the rearview mirror, catching my eye in t

SERENA'S POVWe all remain standing frozen at the entrance of the school, our feet seemingly rooted to the polished linoleum floor as we watch Isabella's magnificent, strangely transformed presence command the attention of every single person in the hallway. She glides through the corridor with an otherworldly grace that makes her seem to float rather than walk, her movements fluid and hypnotic like a dancer performing an ancient ritual.Her dark hair catches the fluorescent lighting overhead, transforming into silk ribbons that flow behind her like liquid ebony. Each strand seems to possess its own inner luminescence, revealing the incredible amount of supernatural aura she now possesses as a witch. The very air around her seems to shimmer with energy, creating a subtle distortion that makes my eyes water if I stare too long.One look at her, and we supernaturals can immediately detect that something fundamental has shifted within her essence. S

SERENA'S POVThe school day passes by in a disorienting blur, each class bleeding into the next like watercolors in rain. Every lecture, every assignment, every mundane interaction with teachers and classmates fails to register properly in my mind, as if my consciousness is wrapped in thick cotton that muffles everything around me. The only thing that manages to ring continuously in my brain, echoing with crystalline clarity, is Morgana's haunting warning and everything she revealed about my true nature.As I sit through Advanced Chemistry, watching Mr. Peterson demonstrate molecular structures on the whiteboard, my thoughts drift inexorably back to that ethereal encounter. The memory plays on repeat like a broken record—Morgana's luminous presence, her urgent words about my identity as a vessel bearing a direct entity related to the Moon Goddess within my very soul, the weight of destiny she placed upon my shoulders with her revelations.But as