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But just as he prepared to unleash his attack, a familiar figure stepped in front of him, shielding him from Damian's advance. "Stay away from him," Anya growled, her eyes narrowed with fury. Damian's expression twisted with a mixture of surprise and anger, and he took a step back, his gaze darting between the child and the elder wolf. "Anya," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "You always were a thorn in my side." Anya bared her teeth, a low, rumbling snarl escaping her lips. "I won't let you hurt him," she said, her voice laced with a fierce determination.

Damian was taking her into the bedroom, the room he had always shared with Lily and placed her on the king bed. By the time the police would call Damian again, he was unable to answer his phone. He was totally exhausted after drilling his cock into the ever- ready Anna. He stared at his phone as it chirped but was unable to answer it. Anna was left sprawling on the bed. She doesn't know if she's to be happy or to be crying! Damian took her over and over and rode her like a horse. He was like a starving maniac and without considering if the baby would be hurt.

Anya’s POV: I took out my phone and dialed Damian’s number. ‘Hi, Damian. This is Anya speaking. I remember you told me that you would go back soon in our recent call. Are you back now?” I asked. He smiled and said, “Yes, I am back. I have been back for two months.” “Two months? Then why didn’t you call me? Last time you suggested that we have dinner together. It's been a long time since we didn’t see each other. Are you free tonight? Why not have a will together?” I advised.

Anika said sadly. Slowly, the marks Anika had drawn on Arya's body began to glow, and Damian looked at her. "She's crossed. We can only wait and hope," Anika said. They both watched as the glow grew intense and blinding, until it gradually settled into a more steady frequency. ***

She placed a small note on the desk, then added, “If you need anything, just call me. I will be outside.” Damien nodded. After Anna left, he stepped into the washroom for a long and hot shower to wash away the exhaustion. When he came out dressed in fresh clothes, he began to notice the details of the room for the first time. It was spacious comfortable and filled with personal touches like photos. His eyes were drawn to the pictures on the walls. Several framed photos of Anna caught his attention but there was one of her with an older woman who bore a strong resemblance to her. He assumed that she was probably her mother. Another photo on the side table featured the same woman along with An

At home Damian takes Anaya up the stairs but this time into his bedroom, laying her gently on the bed he looks at her with a strange emotion in his eyes, from her closed eyes and full lashes to her small nose and small plump lips to her lightly blushed cheeks all he could think about was wanting to touch her face, she was so pretty but the restraint he was putting up reminded him to not play with fire. Amaya broke into sweats and started twisting and turning in bed obviously uncomfortable, Damian who just came out of the bathroom after changing into a black shirt and grey sweatpants after changing his mind and deciding to stay home, noticed Amaya twist and turn uncomfortably.

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

We strode our feet to the seaside and searched for Anastasia. "There she is!" I looked at Damian, he is using his new DSLR camera. I saw Anastasia sitting under the coconut tree alone. We stroll towards her. "Ana!" she looks at me and stood up. "Hi Anastasia!" she waved at Damian as he was busy Damian taking pictures of her. I stood up in front of his camera which makes him stop. "You're no fun, dude." he frowned. "No pictures, Damian," "I won't post it online, no worries." I know that I can trust him. "Why don't you pose together and kiss." he insists.

“Then we hold here. As long as it takes.” Damien’s crimson eyes scanned the edges. “Limited space. Good for defense, bad if we get overwhelmed.” The first wave hit within minutes. Infected poured over the edges of the roof like ants. Kael shifted into his powerful silver-black wolf form and became a living barricade at the east side. Damien patrolled the shadows on the west, striking with lethal precision. Serena, sitting in the center, sent out controlled bursts of violet magic, conserving every drop of power. The fighting was brutal and exhausting.

Regrettably, I moved off Tiberius to be beside him in the bed, keeping the blanket up to cover myself. “Darren? You can come in now, tesoro mio. They are covered and not actively fucking.” André called for his mate. Good thing I’m covered by a blanket. Nudity isn’t a big deal in a werewolf pack, but my brother’s mate doesn’t need to see my goods right now.