(Damien's POV)I didn't want to leave Lena.I should have known from the beginning; I should have suspected that she was not involved in the attack, but I was too blind, blinded my rage, but she was here again.Maybe we were always meant to be, but I had six months to prove that to her and six months to win back my family. I couldn't deny the truth: after two years, I still loved her, maybe even more. I knew deep down that love was pain, but I didn't mind bearing all consequences- maybe I even deserved it. Staring at Kaden, at my son, I knew I had to fight harder.I had been a fool; I would never forgive myself for humilating Lena before my beta and gamma. What exactly was the purpose of that?- Simple though, I wanted to make her feel pain, even if it was little compared to what I felt. What I hadn't realised was that it had all been my fault from the beginning. I wasn't listening, I wasn't listening to her, I doubted her, and I trusted Isis over her. No wonder she saw the need to see
(Lena's POV)I stare around his room. Strangely, I did feel comfortable here—maybe too comfortable.Still, I couldn't help but remember all the things I did with Damien—those wicked things. I wonder who else he brought in here—but again, I shouldn't be thinking about that.I didn't know what had gotten into me; it did seem like I always lost the ability to reason anytime I was with him. The fact that I had gone on with his plan of remaining here for six months was insane, but then he was right; I didn't have the financial capacity if I were to leave right now, and Nicholas—well, I don't think I can go back to him, my job was too risky and Kaden wouldn't be safe.But, I couldn't deny there was something more to it all—some more reasons to why I had agreed on this.I realized I cared—not just for him but for the pack, even after 'everything', I still cared.A knock on the door drew my attention. I hesitated, I was not hoping to meet anyone, maybe I could remain here silent and whoever w
(Natasha's POV)A week passed by in a blur.I never realized it would be this hard. I was finally leaving, and no one could tell how long I would be away; it totally depended on how long the 'Ghost' wanted me there and how long I took to fufill my mission. Being far away from home meant that I would not always be able to see Sebastain, and I felt an ache in my chest at that.Home. That's what this layer had become for me and for my fellow members. Home.Even if Set visited or I sneaked out to meet him, I wouldn't be able to spend as much time with him as I wished to. I would have to be extra careful. All this hadn't occurred to me when I was coming up with the plan for 'The Ghost'. A part of me regretted coming up with this. I had tied myself to a man—my mate—but the same man who had partaken in bringing down my pack.I stood before Sebastain's room, hesitating, and even before I knocked, the door was pushed open, and there stood Sebastain. He was beautiful, and I couldn't deny it, he
(Natasha's POV)Set claimed my lips, and I let him. I could not deny how much I loved his touch. What exactly were we? Friends? He was the only one I could trust; we grew up together, and maybe I didn't want to make anything official, not only because I was scared of the 'others' finding out, but because I had promised myself to avoid any kind of relationship with him that jeopardized what we had.I was going to miss him. Alot.I spread my legs wider, letting him take over. By now we were both naked, my body grinding hungrily, eagerly even against his. He slipped on a condom. At least one of us was careful."Are you ready?" he asked me, like he always did. Even if we had done this too many times to even count, still he always asked this question, just to be sure I wanted it- if he knew how much I wanted this.I nodded, and in one hard thrust, he was in me. I was panting, and so was he. He thrust his hips upward, slow first and then increasingly fast. My fingers sank into his skin,
(Lena's POV)I was in shock, even after Isis was gone.Of course, the fact that she spoke to me meant nothing; I didn't trust her, and I did not consider her a friend, but it was strange that Damien hadn't wanted her as Luna. Even after two years, he didn't see her fit for the position. I shouldn't be happy about that, but the truth was that I was. I was happy. All my time in this pack, I had worried over nothing, believing that I wasn't fit for the Luna position and that Isis was the right person—that's what I had believed—and so, every day, I pushed myself to be better—better than Isis.When Damien had said he wanted Isis as the Luna back when I had been placed in that cold, wretched cell, I did believe him because I never believed in myself; I never thought I was good enough.Why did Damien want me here? Was it because I was with his child?, his heir?. But again, he had said he had searched out for me for two years; it was just a matter of time before he would have found me.I shou
(Lena's POV)At the dinning room, there was complete silence the moment we walked in.Two faces I didn't anitcipate to see was Aurora and Nate. Aurora had changed, she was beautiful, her red hair was longer now and the smile on her face looked prominent and very natural, she was smilling at me right now, but I only gave her a small wave, I didn't know how to react to all this, Nate on the other hand, gave me a nod of acknowledgement.I missed this place.I had always wondered why I felt so empty, maybe finally I understood why, all this was missing, this pack was a part of me. But there weren't all welcoming stares, I caught some hostile looks, yet they all gave small bows -except one, I recongised the soldier, I choose to ignore that, it wasn't like I didn't expect this and we all sat down.I noticed Diego was absent.Damien held me closer, his hold was possessive but equally warm.We all dug in, I notice they were all silent, two years ago, it wasn't this way, they were ususally li
(Lena's POV)"Then kiss me," I whispered.His lips were on mine, and I felt mine move too. It was beautiful, and I felt the hot sensation building inside of me. I could feel him, not just on my lips, but I could feel him hard down there, and the thought that I had caused that was very satisfying.He only stopped kissing me when I was out of breath; I grinded against him."Lena, don't do that," he warned, but still I moved, my body and his meeting; the only limitation was the clothes."Why shouldn't I?" I asked, the humor clear in my eyes."Because you have no idea how hard I am fighting for control right now.""Then don't. Let go"He smirked. He lifted my dress higher against my thighs, and his hands were all over me, my breath coming out in pants after being deprived for two years. I didn't want to think about the women he had been with before now; all I knew was that little by little I was beginning to trust him, and more than that, I trusted the love he had for me, which I knew was
(Natasha's POV)Diego quickly unlocked my cell. He had a strange look on his face, like he couldn't believe his own eyes. For some reason, the muscles in my stomach tightened, and I was nervous. Before Diego walked in, I had things all planned out, but with him here, I didn't see how I could pretend about all this for how long?... weeks? ... months? ... YEARS!It suddenly felt too much.But again, I wouldn't stay here that long; the moment I had accomplished what the ghost wanted, I would be out for good, but what if the ghost wanted me here longer? How would I be able to live past the torture?I had to wait for the ghost orders, and I hated waiting. I hated the fact that I was in this pack, so close to my dreams of cold-revenge and still yet I had to wait."Natasha?" he called out, still lost, like he couldn't believe what he saw. "You came back?"He asked, I should say something, right? Standing there wasn't going to help. I was to say something, but then what do I say?"I didn't wa