“Wake up, Lena." I heard Konstantin’s voice call out.“Wake up, Lena!” This time, it was my mother’s voice.I woke up with a start. I noticed it was Damien calling my name; he was no longer on the bed, but he was fully dressed—not with his regular work clothes, but something entirely different, he had just a black pants and a jacket—at the sides of his pant was a holster, where he stocked one gun at each side of his waist. I had this feeling that he had more weapons hidden somewhere.“Where are you going to?’I asked, dizzily standing from the bed to go after him.“I would take you somewhere safe.”“I don’t want to be somewhere safe; I want to be with you, Damien.”“I do not have time to argue about this now, Lena. The vampires are here and waiting.”“You said they would be here in two days; it had only been hours.”He was shoving more weapons into his body, and then he took a rifle—that’s what it looked like—but it wasn’t quite it; for one, this only shot out silver bullets, which wer

When I saw Damien for the first time, I thought he was scary, but the closer I got, the less scared I became of him.Today, all that changed, because standing before me was not my Damien. No. He was anything but that. He walked towards me, not caring how many eyes were watching. I backed away.“He escaped. You helped him escape!” He roared at me. I was scared of this man; my whole body wanted me to run, but that was a foolish move; he would still catch up with me. Soon he was close—so close I could perceive his scent—all covered in blood, some of it, his blood.His hands trailed on my cheeks, but there was no look of affection in his eyes. I tried backing away, but then his hands went lower to my neck and wrapped around it."Damien, let me go!” I plead, but he is not listening. Slowly, he lifts me up, and his hands close harder around my throat. I choke. I struggle, but all my struggles are futile. A single tear slipped down my eyes. I remembered what had happened to his first mate—th

“Do you trust me?” Konstantin asked. He was so close to me that I could perceive his scent.For the past few days, I had made myself numb; I didn’t let myself think about what would happen to me or how I would be used till death; I didn’t let myself think of how I had fallen so low from being a Luna and a daughter to an Alpha to being a traitor and a sex slave; I didn’t let myself think of the new way Diego looked at me; I thought of nothing till now. Now all I wanted was a chance to start again; this couldn’t be my end; maybe I had made bad choices; maybe I should have never loved Damien; but I needed a chance to right my wrongs.“Yes, I trust you,” I say to him, but it doesn’t sound like the truth. I do not trust anyone, not the Gamma or the Beta, not even Damien; they would always turn on me. Damien never believed me. This love, this love- whatever it was, was doomed from the start. I should have never fought to go past those walls he placed around himself.Konstantin’s hands come

(Damien’s POV)Beneath all those shades of darkness, there was once an innocent boy.~The Past~My father took me back to the basement, the same place I had grown to dread.“You know why you are here?” He asks me“Because I spoke out of turn,” I respond, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t that; he just wanted to punish me. I felt the metal-built whip against my skin, and I grit my teeth. All the pain I felt had been building inside of me for years; the anger made me stronger; the punishment—it all contributed to that. My father believed he knew everything, but there were things he didn't, and his pride would never allow him to. He always kept his gun on the desk. He keeps it there because he believed none of us could ever get to it before he did; he keeps it there to taunt us. My hands were chained to a pole as more hits landed on my back.“You know why I do this?” he asks.“Yes. To make me stronger, to make me worthy of the Alpha title,” I answered dully.What my father hadn’t known was

(Lena's POV)Two years later.I never thought for once that I would find myself living amongst humans, but this was the safest place for me, a place he wouldn't be able to find me—even if he ever decides to search.I want to believe that I have forgotten my past and left it all behind me, but I have not. In the human world, everything is different; they do not operate the way werewolves do. It was strange that they all went on with their normal jobs, oblivious to the fact that there were other creatures living among them.The night had come, and it was time for me to leave. I stare at my son, Kaden. He was only a little over a year old, but every time I stared at him, every time I looked into his eyes, I couldn't bear it, but he was my ex-husband dublicate—everything about him, he hadn't even beared a single of my features. Even if I didn't want to remember Damien, everytime I looked at my son's face I did, but that didn't deter what I felt for Kaden.I didn't want to leave him in the