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It’s almost like he needs the constant current of tingles to function. We met up with Elyse, Renee, Jessica, Demitri, Daphne and Deidre. Jessica looked super uncomfortable with Damien’s proximity to me, but I couldn’t get him to catch onto it. He kept trying to hold my hand and I would take it away, trying to compromise by drawing my legs over his under the table. I was trying to be sensitive to Jess, because until she found her mate, she was just a heartbroken girl, watching him openly move on. “Where is Danielle and Ellinore?” I ask looking around for my friend and Damien’s sister.

She found the hybrid’s weakness. “Wake up!” One hard slap across her face. Amanda was the one who slapped her. “We’re in war, girl. No time for this memory reading thing.” “It was Damien.” “Yeah, go figure. He’s the only mad one to do this.” “You slapped hard.” “Sorry, I’ve tried to restrain myself.” “Do you have a match or a lighter or can you create fire?” “No, I don’t smoke. Yes, I can create fire. Why?”

He lets out an exhausting sigh 'I really don't understand why he still makes us have dinner at his house every sunday,' Damon ponders as he strolls over from the full length glass walls giving him an overview of the city as the sun slowly rises, '….He knows I hate Jothan, I hate seeing the son of that whore who sent my mom to her early grave,' he huffs as his hands slightly curves into a fist, but releases it as he caught sight of it '...I know for a fact that he wants what's mine, and there's no way I’m gonna give that to him,' he pulls out his sit from under his desk as he drowns deeper in his thoughts

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

- Damien Ada politely waited while the two men were obviously mind-linking. She allowed herself one more glance at her moon-chosen mate, wondering how much longer the concoction would work. The witch was a half-insane woman with no straight facts in her speech. Damien focused on her and said almost smirking, “I agree to the terms. One more thing though. Let’s call it, Mates with benefits.” Even Arsen looked at him like he was losing it. Ada’s eyebrows went very slightly up before resuming their natural place.

Adam POV I said, "I would love nothing more. I want my pack to survive". Damien opened the cell door and Dina said, "Adam! My Alpha! You can't leave me in here. You need me. I'm your Luna!" Damien said, "Did you know she was letting King Orfeo feed from her?" I said, "I wouldn't doubt it. Dina, I don't need you. You never were my Luna. You were there because my dad wanted you to be. I, Alpha Adam Dumas, reject you, Dina Rosen, as my mate and Luna." I felt absolutely no pain as I walked out with Damien. Dina, however, either felt a lot of pain, or she was extremely pissed, because she was screaming when we left the dungeon.

Chapter 1. Damian is sitting in his room, feeling restless as he contemplates his current situation. He is the only son of Alpha George, the leader of the Moonlight pack, and at the age of 22, he has yet to find his mate. This fact drives him crazy because he knows he cannot become the Alpha until he finds his mate. Just then, his phone rings, interrupting his thoughts. It’s his best friend, Alex, on the other end. "Hey, what's up?" Alex asks eagerly.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Damon was fixing breakfast, humming old jazz tunes while flipping pancakes shaped like stars. He’d grown used to the slower pace. His joints were stiffer. His walks shorter. But his spirit remained sharp, light, full of mischief. When Cassie and Grace came down an hour later, Grace was still clutching a journal. “I want to write a story,” she announced. Damon raised an eyebrow. “About what?” Grace grinned. “About a little girl who carries a flame too big for her pocket.” Cassie and Damon exchanged a look. It was happening.

Lana Three days have passed since Damon's departure to the vampire kingdom. I miss him so much, and I find myself immersed in Lady Rosalind’s diary anytime I'm not with Lily or Ethan. The delicate script reveals her innermost thoughts, alternating between personal reflections and fantasies realized through Damon’s father, Alpha Devin. I enjoyed reading her diary, yet it felt like I was intruding on her deepest secrets, and to be honest it was uncomfortable at first. With her diary, I've learned a lot of her, and her aspiration for who she referred to as “darkness”

My mother approached, smiling warmly. "Look at you, my little boy," she said. "Time flies so fast." "Thank you, Mom," I whispered, overwhelmed. But time ticked on, and Amari didn’t arrive. An hour passed.... Then another. From the distance, I saw her mother running toward me, her dress stained with blood. "Cullen—Amari... Amari!" she cried. Terror gripped me. "Where is she? What happened?!" "She’s dead, she's dead" her mother wailed.