Chapter One Hundred And Thirty One

Two Hours LaterThe surgeon stepped out, pulling off his gloves. Damon stood instantly, his eyes fixed on the man's face."Doctor?"The doctor gave a tired but reassuring nod. "He's stable. We managed to stop the internal bleeding, but I can't say when or if he will regain consciousness. He survived severe trauma, broken ribs, extensive wounds, and significant blood loss. Frankly, it's a miracle he's even alive." He paused, then added, "there are also signs of poisoning." The doctor sighed. "We've done all we can. The rest I sup to him now."Vicky broke down in sobs as the words sank in.Damon remained motionless, his fists clenched tightly at his sides."Thank you," he said quietlyThe doctor nodded. "We're moving him to a private room. You'll be able to see him shortly." With that, he turned and walked away.Damon placed a steady hand on Vicky's shoulder, squeezing gently. "He's going to be fine, Vee." His voice hardened slightly. "And Magnus… I promise you, he'll pay for this."Vic

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Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Two

Damon checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time since boarding the plane. Barely two hours had passed since he left Hawaii, which meant there were still nine hours to go before he reached New York. "Fuck," he cussed, reaching into the compartment and pulling out a miniature bottle of whiskey and a glass. He poured a small amount, taking a quick swig. The liquor burned on the way down, flooding his chest with warmth, but not enough to quell the turmoil churning inside him. A few moments after ending the call with Magnus, Damon had phoned Jake and told him everything, ordering him to go straight to Amber's house and protect her and the kids. Then he'd called Blake, instructing him to gather every man they had and bring them back to the pack. He didn't know whether Magnus had been telling the truth, but if there was even the slightest chance that he was, the pack would need every fighter they could muster. And he could only hope and pray that Blake be able to hold th

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Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Three

Amber sat frozen on the sofa, counting the frantic beats of her heart as they slammed against her ribs when a knock sounded on the door.She sprang to her feet and hurried towards the door, dread curling in her stomach. Jessie stood outside, worry etched deeply across her face."Hey, babe." she said, pulling Amber into a hug before pulling back."Still no word from him?""No," Amber answered, glancing down at the phone in her hands, "I've called him a dozen time since yesterday and he still hasn't answered."Jessie sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sure he's just busy. Did he say where he was going?"Amber shook her head. "No, he wouldn't tell me no matter how much I asked. But I have a feeling that something's wrong, Jess. You should've seen his face after that call. He looked so sad... and angry. And it's been over a day now, and he still isn't back."Jessie offered a small, understanding smile. "I'm sure everything's fine. He's probably on his way back as we speak."Amber managed a we

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Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Four

Damon woke to silence. Not the calm kind—the heavy, unnatural kind that pressed against his ears until they rang. For a moment, he couldn't move. Couldn't think. His body felt buried beneath itself, limbs too heavy to answer him. The air reeked of burnt metal and pine sap, sharp enough to sting his lungs when he dragged in a breath. Then the pain came. It rolled through him in slow waves, retreating just enough to let him stay conscious. He groaned and turned his head, his cheek scraping against damp soil and ash. Towering trees loomed above him, their trunks split and blackened, branches torn away as if something massive had plowed straight through them. He rubbed his forehead, trying to piece the events that got him here. Slowly, it came... Leaving Hawaii. The stewardess. The engine failure. The captain's voice. The shift. Then... Nothing. Damon pushed himself up and froze. His skin was bare. He wasn't putting on any clothes. The transformation must have burned through every

Last Updated : 2025-12-21

Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Five

Amber felt the world tilt off its axis, her legs giving out beneath her. Jake caught her before she could hit the ground, his strong arms wrapping around her, steady and firm. "Are you okay?" he asked, worry threading through his voice. Amber couldn't answer. Couldn't think. She pulled away and reached for the sofa, sinking onto it as her chest tightened. An unsettling wave of deja vu washed over her. Once again, Damon was missing. Only this time, it wasn't a car crash. It was worse. A fucking plane crash. Just then, Jake's phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and answered, his eyes flicking toward Amber before he turned and walked toward the door. His brows knitted as the seconds dragged on. Amber couldn't hear what was being said, but she didn't need to, the tightening of his jaw told her enough. It was bad. Very bad. "Okay," Jake said finally, his grip on the phone tightening. "I'll wrap things up and get back to you." The line went dead. He drew i

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Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Six

"We've been waiting for you."The man voice was soft, yet filled with an ancient weight. It coiled around Damon, seeping into his bones and filling him with dread.Despite himself, Damon shivered.There was power in this man's presence. Raw.Undeniable.He could feel it seeping deep inside his bones."Who are you?" Damon asked, the words slipping out before he could stop them.The man's lips curved slightly, though it was not quite a smile."Lucian Ashborne."Damon froze.He'd heard that name before.Killian Ashborne—the rumoured Alpha, leader of the white wolf pack and keeper of the ancient artifacts.A man feared and revered in equal measure.And if his guess was right, then the man standing before him was Killian's son."Relax, child," Lucian said calmly, his voice measured, deliberate, as he took off his mask. "I'm not going to hurt you."Damon flinched at the word.Hurt.The man before him looked ten years younger than he was. And yet, there was something about him that told him