Lana“No, none of you is at fault. I pushed for the extraction of her blood, despite you saying it's unnecessary to rekindle our bond.” I repeat Alpha Damon's insensitive words after our intimate Dinner, then turn to Katarina with teary eyes and a puffy nose. My heart clutches with pain as I utter the most unbearable part that still lingers in my head. “If you wish to blame anyone, lay it on me.”“How could he make such a heartless remark after he believes you? Did you think he truly considered you may be telling the truth? I mean–”“I can sense that he does,” I interject, interrupting Katarina's words. I refuse to believe that he hadn't felt my pain after I poured my heart out to him.I want to believe that we've grown a bit closer after our interaction in the Hart family's front yard, but a part of my mind insists that I'm merely deceiving myself.“I don't know what to feel, Katie. I want to blame him, but I can't. I want to hate him, but it's impossible when all I can think about

The guard stationed before the Alpha’s chamber abruptly veers around, catching sight of a mysterious shadow rushing toward him. Before he can utter a question or sound an alarm, a sharp bite pierces into his neck, forcing him into a sudden, noiseless collapse.The figure attempts to slip into Damon's chamber, only to be halted by the unexpected resistance of a latched door. He whispers to himself in amusement. “Why station a guard after shutting the door? What a peculiar man.” He chuckles as he retrieves a small box from his inner pocket, and fetches out a slender pin. His fingers move with practiced precision, and he manipulates the pin into the tiny crevices of the lock. Shortly, a hushed prom between metal and mechanism ensues, and the pin coaxes the latch to surrender. As it turns, the door yields, and it swings open soundlessly. Startled by the noise, Sera awakens, and her hand instinctively reaches for her neck. She just had a very bad dream and the residue is still clinging

Alpha Damon storms back into his mansion, with his dark amber eyes blazing with frustration. He has lost the trail of the vampire who escaped with Sera, and Lohan’s disappearance also intensifies his irritation. “Where’s Princess Lana, and the other girls?” He demands in his usual cold voice which sounds a little bit too intense because of his frustration.The guard beside him nervously informs. “She left the mansion with Miss Hart. But the little princess is asleep in her chamber.”Damon's temper flares at the information and he thunders. “Didn't I explicitly instruct you to keep them in the house? Considering the situation, how could you disregard my direct order?” His voice reverberates through the mansion, sending shivers down the lingering kids and guards.Fear etches on the guard’s face, “Alpha, I’m sorry. They left a short while ago.” He pleads for Damon’s understanding because he doesn't know how to tell him about the bribe he received in return. Struggling to restrain his a

LanaAs I walk silently toward Alpha Damon’s chamber with a tray filled with food, the most shocking event of the day overshadows my mind, causing me to halt a few steps away from the door. “Why do I even bother about if he's hungry?” I scowl as I question my foolish act of care towards the man who had been silent and cold on our way back. I don't have any idea if the woman who caused his current predicament was caught, or if she managed to escape, but he is insistent on maintaining normalcy. He is experiencing blindness due to being exposed to the lethal powder that affects Alphas only. Myst Blossom. The potent powder is an expensive beauty powder to other werewolves, but it can cause Alphas to lose their sight. It doesn't have a cure, but the effect wanes off after the Full Moon.Despite my efforts to dismiss concern, and act indifferent about him, an unsettling worry lingers within my heart. My heart feels uneasy, struggling with the unreal reality that someone as formidable as

LanaWhen I step into the quiet sanctuary of my room, the echoes of my passionate moans resonate in my ears, and I sink onto the bed in utter shame. I exhale rapidly as the memory of Damon’s intimate touch intensifies, making each breath more challenging.I abruptly sit up, my cheeks burning as the realization dawns that I agreed to spend the night in his chamber. A groan escapes me in humiliation, recalling how I used my books as an excuse to escape his tempting and commanding presence. “Why did I say such a thing?!” I groan again, regretting letting out my feelings that he gave me an appetizer, and now that I feel too starved to sleep beside him.“What if he expects me to sleep beside him?”“How can I express that I desire more than just an appetizer, but I'm terrified to take the next step?”The fear of sleeping with him gnaws at me, conflicting with the undeniable desire my body harbors for him. I'm aware that many women would find it absurd to resist my desire since we’re mate