Seventy Nine

~Isabella's POV

As I glared at his sleeping form, I briefly and hilariously wondered what would happen if I suddenly took off.

Sobering as I realized that I would mostly be beaten to an inch of my life, I walked back.

A creak echoed through the room as I sank into the chair beside the bed. I observed Damien's slumbering form, wondering about the intricacies of his past that had sculpted the formidable Alpha before me. The vulnerability he had bared seemed like a fracture in the façade, a hairline crack that hinted at the complexity of the man behind the title.

Time blurred in the quietude of the room, and my mind danced between conflicting emotions. Damien, despite the harsh exterior, carried burdens that transcended the confines of leadership. The acknowledgment of his own struggles had left me with a haunting awareness—a realization that the supernatural world was fraught with complexities beyond my comprehension.

I dozed off a couple of times, startling awake the first time becaus