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“So, what I mean is, the Wades group are more reliable than what media pushes out. I never told Arya but I really really respect the family she married into.” “Thank you. I’m deeply honored.” Damien responded with a small bow. Immediately after, Winx jumped unto another topic of conversation and Damien could only mentally sigh. Hadn’t Arya gone to look for the girl? But she was right here in front of him. Damien’s mind went to Seth going into the building. He might meet with Arya. A small frown came to his face but he wiped it off by rubbing his face. “Yeah, um… Winx, I’m grateful you think highly of me but… it is thanks to my predecessors.” He replied.

Damien, Dax's stepbrother, had always harbored a deep-rooted resentment towards his sibling. Born of a different mother, Damien felt overshadowed by Dax's natural charm, strength, and position as the pack's leader. This envy festered within Damien's heart, fueling his ambition to seize power for himself.

" Sky's gaze trembled, and for a moment, she lowered her legs. "And you? Why did you become an instructor?" Damian sighed. "My family comes from a long line of warriors. My father wanted me to be a general. But I was always more interested in what makes someone strong from the inside. How you forge strength out of pain. Teaching... maybe that's my path." Sky turned toward him fully, her eyes bright with curiosity. "That's why you look at me sometimes as if you understand... more than you say." Damian smiled but didn't answer immediately.

“Is there any one who would like to challenge Beta Kendra Silvercrest for the position of Beta?” A tall, burly, full bearded giant of a man stepped forward, shaped like a sumo wrestler, but surprisingly agile for a man his size. Damien was his name, and once Killian’s eyes chanced in him, a silent snarl escaped his lips, for Damien was one of the notorious wolves who ran in the pack, but he was a valuable asset to the pack, and had never really blantantly gotten out of line until now. You want to know the funny part?

Five years ago, Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old Black man with blue eyes and short black hair styled in an Afro cut, sat in his office chair on the fifth floor of a magnificent five-story building. He had several tattoos: an eagle on his right arm, a cross on his left arm, and two women tattooed on his right chest. Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in North Haven. Inside his office, wearing a black suit, he sat behind his desk, working on his laptop to check his online businesses.

Realizing how many cookies I ate, as well as how much alcohol I drank, I slid the container over to him. Damian was short for a werewolf, but he was built like a brick shithouse. Having been one of the children that Julia had taken in for foster care, he was adopted by my parents' Betas. Looking the complete opposite of his adopted parents, Damian had jet-black hair and light blue eyes. He was fluent in sarcasm, and his wolf wasn't much different. Ace was a deep red color, and like his human counterpart, he didn't look like much, but he was strong and stealthy.

“As much as you have taught us not to base our opinion of others by what someone else says, it’s difficult for me to see how an entire pack can turn their back on a single wolf based on allegations. There has to be something that has created these rumors and I’m not going to be comfortable with him being here until we know what they are.” I’m disappointed in his stance but I nod to his response. I make eye contact with Damian. He’s the only one I haven’t heard from yet. He breaks his contact with me, shaking his head as he looks to the ground. He takes his time before he speaks, making me nervous towards his answer. Damian was born with the same sensitivity, the same instincts towards helpin

Eve's cheek turned red on the right side. "ENOUGH, CLAIRE! IF NOT...THEN I..." Damian shouted in anger. Claire looked at Damian, with resentment she started to like Damian, Damian was different like Robert, Damian was much more mature and of course established! No one knew that Damian was one of the descendants and heirs of a big company in France. So far, no one knew, because Damian hid his identity. In fact, Damian also has another identity that is also unknown to others. And that is what Claire is after. Of course, besides being handsome and gentle, Damian was far above Robert, perhaps only Allan could match him!

I saw him look toward me and I lowered my gaze on him. "So, Damion, tell me about yourself". He said, and I looked back up at him. "What do you want to know?". I asked. "Anything you can and want to share". He replied. "There's nothing much to tell about me, other than I'm Damion Lee". I said. "Lee, as in Korean". He asked. "Yes". I responded. "But you don't look like a Korean. Sorry to say". He said. "Yeah, I know and I hear that a lot. My mom is an American actually, so I look more like her". I told him.

"I have to meet my children's homeroom teacher in a moment." "Petra?" Damian asked. I was surprised by his question. "Oh? You know Ms. Petra?" "Of course. She's my sister. Same father, different mother," Damian replied, nodding. "I'm closer to her, compared to my other siblings." "Ah, I think I can see the resemblance now. Your eyes are both almond shaped and caramel brown," I said, studying Damian's eyes. "Ms. Petra's eyes are like that too." "Yes. All Trent descendants have eyes like this," Damian replied. "My father was a very dominant man and he decided that none of his descendants would deny his blood that flows through their bodies."