Damon Degrassi Novels & Stories

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

That four-letter word was caught in my throat, refusing to come out. “ Shh, don’t say that. He’s okay. He’ll be okay. “ No matter how soothing and encouraging her words were, a part of my brain thought the worst thought possible. The pain in my chest had only gotten more intense by the second. I pulled away from her and wiped my tears. I needed to have faith. He was Nikolai, the youngest self-made Don to ever walk this earth. He was okay, he had to be. The door opened and Lily came in. She looked between the two of us and her expression softened when she saw my red eyes.

he said while rubbing the back of his head. “Alpha?” I asked curiously. “Shut up and go back to work,” Dash said as he was about to push me away. However, Dane intervened and grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him back to his seat. “Don’t touch her,” Dane commanded. “You shouldn’t be alpha. You’ve become weak since Selena passed!” Dash angrily threw his glass on the floor, causing it to shatter. “What makes this girl so special? I thought you said she was underage.”

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

The gentle, persistent drumming of rain against the window was a mournful soundtrack to Isabelle’s spiraling thoughts. Damian’s embrace, the raw honesty in his eyes, the bone-deep weariness he carried—it had all been so real. He had given it all up for her. The thought, once a fleeting fear, was now a crushing, undeniable truth. The news headline, emblazoned on her phone screen, felt like a public accusation. CEO DAMIAN VILLAREAL RESIGNS IN SHOCK MOVE. Her name wasn't in the article, but she knew it was there, a silent, damning asterisk.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“You said you wanted something big. Something worth your instincts, to boost your career and earning.” ‎ ‎“That’s what everyone wants,” I reply. “What’s do you have for me?” ‎ ‎“The catch,” she says, lips curving slightly, “is Damon Vale.” ‎ ‎The name hits like static. Even the background noise of the office seems to dim for a second. Damon Vale. The tech mogul. Billionaire, innovator, ghost. His company—Vale Global Security—has its fingers in everything from encrypted defense systems to AI surveillance contracts. The kind of man you read about in business magazines, not criminal reports.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Not one for unnecessary attention, Damian gave his speech and concluded it within a minute after Sasha insisted that he should introduce himself formally to the rest of the party. “I’m Damian from the Gorski scientist family. Although I’m under investigation to clear my family’s sins, I hope you will give me a chance to prove myself in dungeons and events. Also, as you can see,” motioning to the newly installed fridge and microwave behind, “I’m good at technology. If you need assistance, send me a message. My batteries are low, so I’ll leave to charge them if there are no other questions.” It was an excuse, but nobody bothered to expose Damian’s lie. The cyborg couldn’t eat anything, and for

Alpha Daltons POV I was running so hard and the anger inside me was so consuming that I missed the trail to Green Cove. I circled back and ran down the trail where I saw my Beta and Gamma sitting on the lake bank behind some large bushes. I skidded to a halt right next to them and lowered myself on to my haunches. “Hey y’all, someone left me another jar on the damn porch again this morning so excuse me if I’m a little late.” Nick growled low and mind linked the both of us, “These mother fuckers are gonna keep on with us and there gonna be a blood bath on their hands.” I huffed in agreement. I kept my eyes trained on the bank of the other side of the lake. I saw the park rangers, forensic tea