All Chapters of His Nemesis, Her Heartbreak: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ophelia’s POV:“Ma–ma?”The voice was fragile, barely a whisper, yet it acted like a bolt of lightning through my spine. I jolted upright, nearly knocking the stool over. My heart hammered against my ribs.I blinked away the blurriness of exhaustion, my eyes darting to the corner of the room. This wasn't even a proper bedroom; only a cot and a few shelves in a carpeted white room where Raymond allowed me to sleep with our daughter on the "occasions" he deemed me too irritating to be in the master bedroom.The only light in the room came from a single lamp perched on the edge of what I was forced to call a "desk." It was, in reality, nothing more than a rickety wooden stool and a makeshift side table I had scavenged from the attic. My neck ached from where I had been dozing off over stacks of paperwork.I had begged him for a proper desk, a place to manage the freelance translations I did to keep a few secret pennies in my pocket. But to Raymond, every request was an act of war. To him

Ophelia’s POV:I curled into myself, my knees hitting the hard floor with a dull thud. My fingers went limp, and for a terrifying heartbeat, Ria slipped from my grasp. I scrambled to pull her back against me even as the world spun."It hurts... it hurts..." I whimpered, the words lost in the roaring of my own blood.Raymond looked down at me, his blue eyes burning with a cold light. He didn't look like a man who had just severed his family; he looked like a man who had finally cleaned a stain off his rug."Don’t worry though," he began, his voice dropping to a low, mocking drawl. "I know you are too weak to survive out there. I won’t throw you out of the house just yet. You’ll stay here. You’ll stay as my side bitch, and you’ll watch in regret as I marry someone else. Someone worthy of the Vorthas name."He sneered, the corner of his lip curling in a way that made my stomach churn. "Because the one who is actually weak here is you, Ophelia. Look at you. Kneeling in front of me, sobbin

Ophelia’s POV:My heart was in my throat. All I could smell was him. Damon. The sharp, overwhelming scent of cedarwood and caramel.I wanted to turn. I wanted to bolt into the woods and let the shadows swallow me whole. But I couldn’t move. His hand was a vice around my arm, the heat of his palm seeping through my sleeve. He leaned in, and I was forced to look at him. The anger simmering in his dark eyes was an exact, haunting reflection of the look he had given me four years ago, on that final night in the Vitale mansion. It was a cold, predatory fire that stripped me bare.My mind was ringing with internal alarm bells, a deafening cacophony of run, run, run. This man wouldn't have any pity on me. He never had. To Damon, I was an intruder, a stain on his family’s reputation. My stomach twisted with a sickening thought; he wouldn't help me. He would see the mess I’d made of the Ambrose alliance and drag me right back to Raymond.Confusion bubbled in my gut, quickly overtaken by a fre

Damon’s POV:Now it made sense. I knew something was off the moment I’d gotten inside the car with her. Her pheromones were too potent.Technically, once an Omega is marked, their scent belongs to their Alpha. It becomes a private frequency, tuned only to the man who claimed them. It’s only supposed to leak during a heat or a moment of extreme distress. But the scent coming off Ophelia wasn't just leaking; it was pouring.My mind flashed back to the phone call with Raymond earlier. The way that arrogant bastard had spoken…. It had sounded like he was contemplating breaking the bond. He hadn't said a word about having already done it.

Damon’s POV:After the doctors moved Valeria into the high-security private ward in the wing above, I had made my way back down to the triage area. I was halfway down the stairs when I saw them.Three men. Sharp suits that hid the bulge of holstered firearms, eyes scanning the room with precision.I cursed under my breath, my blood running cold. This was exactly what I had been afraid of the second she’d confessed to running away.Raymond was clearly unaware that I was the one who had intercepted her. If he knew his wife was in the hands of the Vitale heir, he wouldn't have sent three low-level hounds; he would have called me himself to bark about the pack alliance. The fact that these men were