Dami #dreamcatcher Novels & Stories

His grip tighten a little bit more, crushing my wrist as he dragged me, almost throwing me down the remaining flight of stairs. “Bitch.” he sneered, pushing me into the floor beside the bloody, kneeling guy Bast was torturing a while ago. Luckily, I had braced myself early, enough to save myself from swimming on the floor. I glared at Matias before I turn my gaze towards Bast. But the moment Bast saw me, the world seemed to stop as he turns a shade paler than the ghost. “Diana?” At the mention of my biological mother's name, the alarm in my head had gone off into a frenzy. My tongue seemed to glue itself at the top of my mouth, rendering me unable to say anything.

Still snarls. Still tries to rise. But they hold him down. From the palace direction, I see movement. Damian emerges. Aurora in his grasp. Unconscious. Alive. Captured. Liam sees it. And the sound that tears from him then is not Alpha. Not a warrior. Not king. It is a mate. Broken. For a split second, the battlefield stills. That moment— That devastation— Is all the opening I need. Because while Damian believes he has won—

“Don’t worry, pay it in. I’m raising a daughter you know.” Damien said. “Okay, and before I forget, I need you to look for someone for me. She goes by the name Jenna Marbles. She is involved in this case.” He dropped a picture of Jenna. Diablo wrote down the name then stared at it for a while. Jenna Marbles sounded familiar to him in some way. He didn’t know if it was the Marbles or the Jenna. He raised a brow. “I feel like I already know this person. Any other information you can leave?”

He admired what Damien was doing amidst grief. " What are you waiting for? Track this number down for me. I need it in twenty minutes. They shouldn't have gone far." Damien murmured the latter part of the sentence. He wanted to be by Zeta's side all day, he wanted her to open her eyes. " Get out now." He repeated calm manner, which made Daniel's hands speed over the keyboard like lightning. He had to connect to his server at home and the tracking began. Damien wanted to call Alpha Paul. In times like this, one needed all the support he could get from people that have connections.

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

“No.” His eyes lifted toward mine slowly. “I made things clear.” For a second neither of us moved. Then Dante's phone rang sharply from across the room. He answered quickly, his expression changing almost immediately. Every instinct in my body sharpened. “What?” I asked. Dante looked up slowly, tension pulling hard across his face now. “There's been another hit.” My jaw tightened instantly. “Where” His eyes shifted briefly towards Imran before landing back on me. “One of the storage locations connected to the files.”

Maybe the members could actually help me, with that i decided to d******d the platform and get into the group. Operation: Seduce Damian is ongoing.

“Morning.” Without another word, I placed the old photograph on the coffee table and pointed directly at the logo. “I’ve seen this before.” He studied it carefully, his brow furrowing. “Where?” “Hart Global.” The words hung between us. Thick and heavy silence stretched. Damien looked from the photograph to me, his expression hardening into something unreadable yet intense. Finally, he spoke. “Get ready.” I frowned. “For what?” “We’re going to my office.”

That was exactly why Unclaimed Moon had become the biggest event of the year, because everyone wanted to watch the Alpha heir reclaim his freedom. Damian and I met at a border summit between the northern packs. He was the Alpha heir of Moonridge Pack, gifted, fearless, and impossible to ignore. My quiet nature somehow balanced his untamed spirit, and before long, the entire pack was talking about us. But even the strongest attraction could fade with time. On the fourth anniversary of our relationship, I had just blown out the candles when Damian paused with a cigar between his fingers and looked at me through the smoke. "Aurora," he asked, his voice calm, "don't you ever get tired of seeing