Semua Bab The Beast's Bride: surrendering to the beast within : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sofia gasped, her body jerking in surprise as the crash echoed through the room. Damien’s arms tightened around her, his body instinctively shielding hers as they both turned toward the sound. The door had been kicked open, splintered wood hanging from the frame, and for a moment, the only sound was the heavy breathing of two people caught in the heat of the moment.Damien’s face was a storm of emotions—anger, protectiveness, and something deeper, something Sofia couldn’t quite place. His eyes, dark and intense, flicked to her, and she saw it then: the raw truth he had been hiding. The truth that had been simmering beneath the surface, just waiting for the right moment to spill over.“Stay behind me,” Damien growled, his voice low and commanding. He stepped in front of her, his broad shoulders blocking her from whatever—or whoever—had just barged in. But Sofia wasn’t one to be told what to do. She moved to his side, her hand instinctively reaching for the dagger she had discarded earl

Damien’s POV The heavy silence of the penthouse shattered under the weight of my voice. “Gather around. Now.” My command was sharp, unwavering. Within seconds, the pack assembled in the living room, their eyes flickering with concern. The air was thick with tension, the weight of recent events pressing down on all of us. Sofia stood beside me, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable—but her eyes burned with a quiet fury. I could feel it radiating from her, her anger barely contained beneath the surface. I let my gaze sweep over the group, ensuring I had their full attention. “Listen carefully,” I began, my voice steady but edged with steel. “Jake has been watching us—stalking us—more than we ever realized. This penthouse isn’t safe anymore. Intruders are getting bolder. We’ve had too many close calls to brush this off as coincidence.” Murmurs of concern rippled through the pack. They knew I wasn’t exaggerating. A younger werewolf, Ethan, stepped forward, his brows furrowed. “W

The room was quiet, the fire reduced to glowing embers. Sofia lay against Damien’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers lazily traced along her spine, his touch warm and familiar.After a long moment of silence, Damien finally spoke.“When did it happen?” His voice was low, thoughtful.Sofia tilted her head up, meeting his golden gaze. “When did what happen?”“When you fell for me.” His lips curved slightly, but there was a hint of something deeper in his expression—curiosity, maybe even disbelief. “I thought you only came to me for a contract.”She smiled, running her fingers over his jaw. “So did I.”Damien raised a brow. “And yet, here you are.”Sofia let out a soft laugh. “I think it started after our first time together.” She bit her lip, considering. “But honestly? From the moment you touched me, I felt… safe. Like I was home.”His fingers stilled against her skin. “Home?”She nodded. “It didn’t make sense at the time. You were supposed to be tempo

The car moved smoothly through the city streets, the faint hum of the engine filling the comfortable silence between them. Sofia leaned against Damien’s shoulder, watching the lights blur past the window. After a moment, she broke the silence. “You know… you’re not like any of the werewolf stories I used to hear as a kid.” Damien glanced down at her, a smirk playing at his lips. “Oh? And what were you expecting?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. Something wilder? More… primitive?” Damien chuckled. “We’ve learned to merge with the new century, sweetheart. The world changes, and we adapt. But at our core, we’re still the same.” Sofia tilted her head to look up at him. “And what does that mean?” “It means I’m still an alpha,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I have my pack. And I have my mate.” His fingers brushed over her hand. “You.” Sofia swallowed, her heart doing

A Romantic MorningSofia stirred as the scent of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet filled the air. She blinked her eyes open, stretching lazily as the morning sunlight streamed through the curtains.Her gaze landed on Damien, who was sitting beside her on the bed, holding a tray of breakfast.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he murmured, smirking.Sofia sat up, eyes widening as she took in the beautifully arranged meal—golden-brown pancakes drizzled with syrup, fresh strawberries, crispy bacon, and a steaming cup of coffee. A single red rose rested beside the plate.Her heart melted. “Did you… make this?”Damien smirked. “I had some help.”She chuckled, picking up a fork. “Still, this is… perfect.” She took a bite of the pancakes and let out a content sigh. “How do you always know exactly what I like?”Damien leaned in, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because I pay attention.”Sh