Novel & Cerita Dami #dreamcatcher

“Proceed.” Damien stepped forward before the Elders could summon him. He didn’t wait for permission. His voice was like frost slicing through the chamber—controlled, lethal, unwavering. “I am Alpha Damien Verlice of the Infernal Shadows Pack. Alpha and mate to Luna Victoria Solace of the Palemane Claws Pack. There was a time when her Beta was forced to call her to lure her back into Elijah's Pack. When I went to rescue her, he lied, saying she wasn't there.”

she said. “Yes like… wait how do you know Dami?” I asked. Dami was an Irish Nigerian Celebrity and he was on love island but he was a friend of mine. I had met him a while back in London and apparently, he knew me because of my popularity. His girlfriend Indiyah was also very nice.

Her round eyes widened — shocked to see someone grabbing her neck. "Dami —" "Good bye, my love!" CRACK

"Are you Amelia Dahl ?" "Well yes, can I help you with something ?" She looked at him, what was this about ? He looked so official. He smiled friendly at her and nodded towards Connor, like they had met before. "I think it is more about what I can do for you. My name is Jasper Dam and I work at Kajovi records, would you be interested in coming in for a meeting, monday maybe ?" "Uhh well yes of course, I can do that". She blinked confused and didn't really know what to say.

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

God, I missed my job. I glanced at the images: the afternoon sky, a lush garden, a mountain view, a decorated hall…then Jace and a woman on a stage, a brand-new car in the next photo. Wait…Jace? I swiped back furiously. “Uhm…Damien? Where did you get this?” My voice was cautious, trembling. “Yeah. At the birthday party. He’s Ariana’s fiancé,” Damien replied casually. “Okay… No wait. What?” I shot up from the bed, panic flaring. It can’t be…

Damien is sitting in his room with a book open on his lap. He’s not reading it but rather gazing at a picture of two people in their teens, smiling for a selfie. The boy is Damien himself as a sixteen year old. The other one is a girl who’s slightly younger than him. She has curly dark hair and a sweet smile. Her black eyes are almost sparkling and the two teens seem to be very close. The picture was taken in a hospital and both of them were in their patient garbs.

Blake would be presenting a black leather collar to Amy that evening. Apparently, it had been hand-crafted by Sam Bridges, from Kink Ink in town. Sam and his Domme, Eve, sometimes played at the club in Toronto, which was where Scott had met them. Eve was a tiny goth spitfire, while Sam was a tall, broad man of First Nation descent. The pair owned the local tattoo shop in Eliot Lake, but they also ran a fetish gear business, with most of their sales online. In addition to being a skilled tattoo artist, Sam also created custom leather goods for their business.

His pale skin and sharp crimson eyes hadn’t changed, but there was a new warmth in them — the warmth of a man who had finally found peace. “She’s getting stronger every day,” Damien said. “And more unpredictable.” As if on cue, a burst of golden-violet energy exploded in the training field below. A young girl with long dark hair and striking tri-colored eyes (silver, crimson, and violet) was floating several feet off the ground, laughing as sparks of magic danced around her. Liora Voss-Crowe-Vale, five years old in age, but physically and magically closer to twelve. The living embodiment of their love and sacrifice.

"It's just that I feel like I don't know anything about you. I'm your friend, right? I don't even know what you did abroad. What your job is. You never talk to me about yourself." "Are you interested in me?" Damian asked. I knew he was just teasing me. And my sharp gaze made him understand. He chuckled and apologized. "Where to start? Um... Let's start our introduction from the beginning. My name is Damian Blackwood, I'm 29 years old. My job includes lyricist, composer, music producer. People know me more as Whitehollow than as Damian. You can type that name into a search engine and you'll find out more. Then... I came home for a vacation, but my grandfather gave me a task of making a demo s