Damon's POV"No, no. Don't dismiss me. This won't be like the last time, Damon." She said sternly, staring at me with something akin to hate in her eyes. "You already know what I can do, and that I wouldn't hesitate to do absolutely whatever is necessary to have my way."I hated feeling threatened so I relented and gave her what she wanted to hear. "Fine! Just give me a couple of days to sort things out, and I'll get back to you. I promise." Hopefully, that gave me a couple of days to figure out what to do."Tick-tock, Damon." She smoothly rises from my chair reminding me of a snake when it's unfurling from its resting place -quite an apt description-, and brushes by me intentionally as she makes her way to the door.Double-checking that she was gone, I plopped down on the chair rubbing my eyes and letting out a huge sigh.A short while later, a knock sounded on my door and Tristan's face poked in to check before entering and making himself comfortable in the chair opposite me."Damo
Zirah's POVMy eyelids fluttered wildly as I struggled to come out of the deep, unconscious state I was in. Opening my eyes, everything was blurry and I didn't know where I was. Trying to focus on the ceiling tiles, I counted the tiles until I was sure my eyesight was a bit steady.I could make out the fuzzy outline of a tall man who was leaning over me, his face creased in worry. My pupils came into focus and I saw a familiar, tall, lean man that I thought I would never see again, and I fought to get him out of my mind.It was Noah. Noah was here. Or was he?Deep shock coursed through me as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing.Noah?I must probably still be unconscious or I was hallucinating, maybe the drugs made me woozy. Those were the most plausible explanations because I couldn't realize that he could be here.How did he find me? Why did he find me?What did he want?Suddenly, I made to clutch my stomach but I remembered that he was watching me intently and I shifted my ha
Zirah's POV ON seeing the message, I tried calling either Tristan or Damon but it didn't go through. Tristan's line rang about the first three trials, and after that, my calls went straight to voicemail while Damon's was unreachable throughout. I sent several text messages in reply but I didn't get any answer either, either he was reading it and deigned not to reply or he didn't even bother to check. I wanted to storm over to his house and demand answers for this unjust behavior but I held myself back with the little self-respect I had. Going there and getting tossed out or rejected again would be more than I can bear right now because I know there's a reason he brought me here and not his home. I got the message they were sending out to me. Loud and clear. Unbidden, a tear dropped from my eyes followed by another. Then another. Until they were running down my face in a steady stream, painful, silent sobs. I remembered every moment with him, the fun times we had together. Had. I
Zirah's POV He cleared his throat before speaking. "I'm sorry for my actions earlier today, I was angry and upset, however, that's no excuse for how I behaved. I'm sorry." he looked so down and contrite, I didn't have it in me to be angry any longer. "It's okay, I understand." I tried to smile at him but I wasn't in the mood to even fake it so it just went flat. "Um, I uh.." he paused, looking at the floor for a moment before staring at me. "When I left, I had some time to think about things. About what you said, and you're right Zirah. I messed up, okay?" He blew out a breath, looking so anxious and partly troubled that I felt for him. It seemed he had something to get off his chest but he didn't know how to. "When you came, I was drunk or..or partly intoxicated and all I wanted to do was to have a good time with you when I saw you. Okay? I-i, I, I never thought that you were my mate, it never crossed my mind. That's why when I woke up in the morning and I realized what I had done
One Year LaterZirah's POVRemoving my hand. I kept on pushing the stroller, enjoying the warm afternoon air while I chatted with my babies even though it was one-sided. I read somewhere that talking to your kids made them develop faster.A tall, dark-haired man that was walking fast towards me with his head bore such a similar build to Damon that it made me stop in my tracks, causing people to bump into me.I hurriedly apologized and moved out of the way, still looking at the man but when he raised his head, I breathed a small sigh of relief it was him. Just someone who looked like him but unfortunately the damage was done.I had managed to keep any thoughts of Damon out of my head for the past year, no matter how difficult it was. For the first few months, I brooded and sulked and refused to do anything, just thinking and wondering what I might have done to make him act like that toward me. I listened intently, hungry for any scrap of news about him until I saw an article about him
Damon's POV"One, two, and three!" The sounds of Tristan drilling into the young pups and their sweaty, grumbling form normally would make him smile or put me in an upbeat mood, but right now I just stared blankly at them, watching them go over their drills again when Tristan wasn't satisfied with how they did it before. "Come on, you lazy asses get your butt off the floor and do this! " He yelled.Somehow I felt that the last part of his sentence wasn't only directed to the pup's training but also to me. Fates know I haven't been my top-notch self lately, for a couple of months actually and if not for Tristan I refuse to wonder what would have happened to my people."Yo, yo, put more energy! Come on!" He shouted. "Some of you want to be powerful alphas, betas, and enforcers. The only way to do that is to be strong." Tristan said, as he went over to a large boulder and picked it up effortlessly, his muscles straining with the weight.The young ones oohed and ahhed at that little displ
Zirah's POV My feet were tapping against the black-marbled floor continuously in a steady rhythm. My lower lip was tucked between my teeth as I chewed it deep in thought. An idea had been brewing in my mind for the past couple of days, refusing to let go. I didn't but it seemed like I had no choice not but to give in. It's been two weeks, TWO weeks since my kids had gone missing and I haven't heard anything about their whereabouts. Noah says he's got his best men working tirelessly day and night to find them but yet, no news. It was a wonder how highly skilled and trained werewolf shifters couldn't find three, little children.It was now apparent that whoever had taken them had help from someone inside the house because I kept wondering how they knew my movements that morning unless they followed me. I have berated myself times without a number about how I could carelessly sleep off like that but I guess in the back of my mind, it has been a whole long ass year.So I forgot or tempor
Zirah's POV Without overthinking too much about it, I uploaded the video and turned my phone down on the bed not wanting to look at what I'd done. I went into the shower quickly, to not be tempted by checking what I did and perhaps taking it down. I bathed, dressed up, and went downstairs to get something for breakfast. Greeting the cook with a smile on my face in a much better mood than before, I walked over to where she was and peered over her shoulder to see what was smelling so deliciously. I decided to help around instead of bread or worry some more about my predicament and soon enough, we were both giggling at laughing at my silly attempts to properly mix in the filling for the pie we were about to make when I heard an angry, loud voice stomping up the stairs yelling my name. It was Noah. Hmm, he took longer than I expected him to. "Zirah, WHAT THE HELL?!" His loud voice as he stomped into the pristine white kitchen made the cook jump up in fear, even his face was all scrunc