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“Back then… I was angry. Disappointed. You couldn’t give me a male heir. It was a stupid reason—I know. And I betrayed you, El. I married another woman.” Tears welled in Elena’s eyes. “So… you betrayed me?” Damian nodded slowly, regret carved across his face. “Yes. And I’ve regretted it ever since. When we divorced… you were pregnant…” Elena pressed a hand to her chest; it hurt to breathe. “I… was pregnant? With who?” “With me,” Damian said faintly. “You left while carrying my child. And that child is Alva.” Elena stared blankly. Memory fragments flickered—an infant’s cry, the smell of a hospital, someone else’s embrace. A sharp throb shot through her head. She pressed her forehead; her body

"If you hadn't been chasing two women at the same time, would any of this have happened?" His face contorted. "Shut up!" But Vivian was beyond fear. "You shoved berries down her throat. You knocked her to the ground. You cheated on her. All of that was you, Damien. You're the one who drove her away." "You think she'll forgive you after all that? She's never coming back." Every word drove deeper. Damien's composure shattered. He raised his claws— "One more thing you don't know." His hand froze. "Elena is pregnant. But what does that matter to you? She'll take a new mate. Your child will call someone else 'Dad.' And you — you'll die alone."

No wonder I had ended up like this. " Though we are twins, we have different fathers " Damien continued, too bored to taunt me any further. " That was what scared Elena. She didn't want to lose her husband's affection, even though she didn't love him, she didn't want to go back to living in the slums with her parents. So she did what she thought was right, she took the baby she thought had her lover's DNA and she had him sent off, to be killed "

His wife was unfaithful. As it is said, the devil was also an Angel. There was a time in our pack when wolves weren’t divided based on rank. Damon was very kind-hearted and loved his wife, Elisa. But Elisa’s heart beat for his best friend Ronald, who was an omega. Ronald and Damon were like brothers so Damon never judged his closeness with Elisa but they took advantage of it. Even after having a child with the Alpha, Elisa ran away with Ronald. That night Damon cried for the first and last time.

“This cunt was made for me. My forbidden blood. My wife.” He fucked me harder then. His hips snapped as his cock slammed deep. The wet sounds of our bodies filled the villa. I came, screaming, my walls pulsing around his thick shaft. He followed with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and pumping me full of hot, thick cum. We stayed locked together, breathing each other in. ═══❖═══ Damien POV – Six Months Later Elena walked along the beach at sunset, five months pregnant. Her belly was rounded with my child, the evidence of our sin growing inside her. She was fucking radiant.

His dark hair was perfectly styled, his blue eyes scanning the crowd with disinterest. Until they landed on her. The world had stopped. Elena's heart had pounded so hard she thought it might burst. The thread between them pulled taut, snapping into place with an almost audible click. "Mate," her wolf had whispered, speaking for one of the last times. "He's our mate." Damien had crossed the room in long strides, the crowd parting for him like water. Elena had stood frozen, unable to believe this was happening to her. Plain, ordinary Elena Rivers had been chosen by the Moon Goddess to be mated to an Alpha heir.

"I'm carrying your baby. Have some compassion for me." Damon let out a cruel laugh. "Compassion? From me?" he scoffed. "I have no use for compassion. All I want is a worthy heir to lead this pack after me, and you are clearly not capable of giving me that." Elara could feel the tears gathering in her eyes. She had always known that Damon did not love her, but she had hoped that he would at least care for the baby she was carrying. She had been wrong. "Get up," Damon commanded. "I want to see for myself that you are still carrying my heir."

Dangerous. Damon didn’t flinch. “Oh, I will. But first… we’re going to talk. You and me. About choices. About power. About what you owe me.” I stepped forward, the air thickening with every breath I took. “I owe you nothing.” His eyes glittered. “No? Then why did the void spit you back out instead of swallowing you whole? You think you’re chosen? You’re a weapon, Elara. Always have been. You were forged to destroy, not protect.”

Two of the store assistants near the counter turned their heads immediately, looking over at us with wide eyes. ​Damian didn't care about the staff watching. He reached out and grabbed my right wrist, his fingers squeezing down hard around my skin. ​"You belong to me, Elena!" he said, his face twisting in desperate anger. "You built your entire career under my roof, you carry my last name, and you belong at my mercy! I will keep coming after you—in court, in the news, through every press outlet in this city—until you finally realize that you can never get away from me!"

“Power does not tolerate sentiment.” She leaned back in her chair. “Damon doesn’t love the way ordinary men do. He builds. He acquires. He anticipates.” “And I was what?” Elara asked. “A tool?” Valentina’s eyes sharpened. “You were selected.” The word landed heavily. “For your inheritance,” Valentina continued. “Your bloodline. Your access to networks Damon could not touch alone. The marriage was not personal. It was structural.” Elara’s hands curled at her sides. “You’re saying my life was an entry point.”