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He had long noticed her presence, but there was no need to hide anymore, she had found out about him. "Hey Alma, you came back," Damien said in an exhausted voice. "I guess I should be used to who you are, feasting on human blood, so who did you kill to get the blood from?" Alma said as she sat opposite him, two empty blood banks were on the table with the emptied glass.

deliberate. They crouched in front of me, knees cracking faintly under the weight of whatever armor or gear they wore. I still couldn’t make out a face beneath the mask—just smooth blackness, like a void watching me back. “I’m going to make you a deal,” they said, voice suddenly low, almost conversational. “You’re not like him. I’ve seen enough to know that now.” I blinked. “What are you talking about?” “Damien Voss is deeper into this than you can imagine. It’s not just bribes and blood money. It’s murder. Trafficking. Blackmail. Secrets that would burn this city to the ground if they ever surfaced.”

"A few rogues—four in total—managed to get through our defenses. They came in and started attacking, but we took care of them fairly easily. But… the end result was the same." There was a pause, a beat of silence, and I could feel the weight of what Damien was about to say settle over us. Caroline’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of unease crossing her face. She wasn’t expecting this. None of us were. I knew it, and Damien’s next words confirmed that. "Black blood," Damien continued, his voice dropping lower, almost as if the words themselves were dangerous to speak. "Their bodies decayed at a phenomenal rate. We’ve never seen anything like it before."

"Please, let’s maintain order. I am trying to discuss a matter of national security" "It’s him!" someone screamed from the hall. "It’s Damien Blackwood! The Living Yama is here!" The name hit Nathan like a physical blow. He froze, his hand mid-air. Damien Blackwood? The man was a myth a young legend who had built an empire on the bones of his enemies, a man Nathan had only ever read about in business journals and whispered rumors. Nathan had never met him, never even dared to breathe the same air, yet here he was, at Nathan's press conference.

Thomas as he laughed out so loud. "What brighter part are you talking about? Of all the people in the world, I didn't expect you to be the one telling me about a bright part of anything, what part can you see, you are full of darkness and all about evil, I would love to know what good you can show to me." Damien said as he looked him straight in the eyes. Even though they were gunmen facing him with guns full of bullets and pulled the trigger, they are blood-sucking hungry and dangerous men, ready to spill blood at any point in time. He still had so much courage to speak with confidence, he acted so selflessly.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

I'd said what needed to be said. Damien needed to understand that this wasn't some game, that his constant taunts weren't welcome. There was nothing that could happen between us. But as I stood here, feeling the tug between Damien and I, I couldn't help but wonder... Had I gone too far? Damien pushed himself off the couch, brushing past me on his way to the door. "The creature from last night is what we call a lycan. Humanoids werewolf like creatures. He was once a rogue like myself, but something happened that got him all crazy," He muttered, his voice low. "Don't expect me to stick around and be your literal punching bag now."

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

Damien Blackwood ruled our massive territory with absolute, unforgiving authority, and his uninvited presence in my private space signaled a very serious problem. "You need to watch your mouth when you speak to your Alpha, Ryder," Damien warned me in a low, gravelly voice that commanded immediate respect. I stepped fully inside the dark office, and I pulled the heavy mahogany door shut behind me to ensure our conversation remained strictly private. "I asked you a simple question, so you can tell me why you are sitting in the dark drinking my good scotch," I pushed back, although I kept my posture defensive and rigid. "I am drinking your scotch because my idiot son just caused a massive polit

“I just destroyed a rival empire in twenty-four hours. I secured the company’s future. I cleaned up the mess.” “You didn’t clean up the mess,” Damien said softly. “You just burned the house down with yourself inside it.” He walked over to the wet bar—the only part of the office I hadn’t trashed—and poured three glasses of water. He slammed one down in front of me. “Drink. Then talk.” I stared at the water. Then I looked at the two men who knew me better than I knew myself. Damien, the wild card I had spent my life protecting. Christian, the soldier who buried my bodies.