Damion's Rib Haven Novels & Stories

The news made Ruby and Damian scream. For Ruby, she has missed seeing her pack since she was taken out of the pack after the death of their father who was the former Alpha of their pack. She was so glad. For Damien, he had always wanted to travel. He has been looking for a place to go. The care of his sister has been the only thing keeping him. He was waiting for her sister to see her man before he looked for somewhere to go. Good for him that it was his sister's man that is now taking him to this pack he had heard so much about.

He was looking at me with a straightforward concern that had nothing calculated in it. "There is a loose section on that ridge," he said. "Third plank from the end. Somebody should have marked it." I looked at him. "Who are you?" "Damien." He said it simply. No title, no pack affiliation, no context. Just a name. Before I could say anything else Lyra came jogging up from behind me, slightly breathless, her eyes going between us with an expression of surprise that was entirely convincing. "Damien?" She stopped. "I did not know you were back in the territory." She looked at me. "He is an old family contact. He moves through this area sometimes." Then back to him: "Did you just"

I ignored it and helped him up, though I doubt I did much; he had a lot of weight on him. Damien sighed as I dropped my hand. “How are your ribs?” I asked, seeing him still stiff. Damien avoided my gaze, his hand drifting to his side. “Nothing for you to worry about. I’ll be fine. It’s normal for such… casualties to happen.” “Still,” I frowned. “I’m worried about it happening frequently. Your health matters. To you, and to Leo.” Damien’s eyes softened, his gaze meeting mine. “I see.” I stood quietly, the air awkward, before Damien spoke again.

Monitors beeped on—steady, oblivious to the world shifting between them. Morning came—gray light filtering through blinds, rain still tapping the window. The doctor entered with news: ribs knitting slowly but steadily, kidney bruise worse than initial scans showed. Minimum six weeks out. Possible career impact if re-injury occurred—scar tissue, chronic pain, reduced mobility on the left side. Damien’s face hardened—jaw locking, eyes darkening with quiet fury. Marc stared at the ceiling—white tiles blurring as the words sank in. Outside the window: an Ostin City scarf left by a nurse—anonymous gift, navy and gold folded neatly on the sill. Pinned to it: small note in typed print.

The world was a kaleidoscope of blue and red strobe lights, the smell of cordite, and the bitter, metallic tang of the Sound’s salt air. The concrete fortress in Connecticut was behind us, crawling with tactical teams, but we weren't being greeted as victims. Damian was being loaded into an ambulance, his shoulder shattered by Ethan’s final shot, but even as he bled, he was smiling. He knew the drive was out there. He knew the FBI was already at Hawke Tower.

Weak enough to make something sharp twist under my ribs. “Oh fuck. Is that…” Damian said, now standing beside me. His gaze landed on Rhea and his entire face drained before he looked at me again. “I will call the pack doctor.” Finally he was saying something reasonable. “No,” I said the moment he pulled out his phone. “We will take her to the hospital instead. And by we, I mean you.” ---

Damien who was about to step into the room arched a brow, he pressed his ear against the door to eavesdrop on whatever they were conversing about that involved him. "Just shut up! okay?!" Rihanna barked, it was really no use fainting a while ago at the station, she had thought that Damien would show up and have sympathy on her.. But who knew that this lice will show up instead of Damien?! "Why? I was just about to tell you what happens behind our closed doors.. don't you want to hear it? anyway..I just came to check how you're doing, I'll go inform the cops that you're ready to go back to jail" She teased with a mocking smile..

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

Damien slowly stood up and walked to Alex on the alter, he smiled at him and stretched his hand for a handshake. “Hello, my name is Damien Robbin, the man from Salado.” He said with a smile and Alex could hear his own heartbeat.

Chapter Nineteen – You’re cool. Damien finally got to the speakers' table. He exhaled as he sat down, taking his phone out to call Debby as he didn’t see her seated. On second thoughts, he decided to ignore her. It wasn’t her first time in that part of the US so she knew her way around. Also they hadn’t settled after she degraded his wife. He looked up, trying to find his wife amongst the crowd. Lots of girls seemed to be wearing that color, pink and red. Perhaps the girls of the university had a dress code.