Chapter 61

Damian pov

The memory of Laura continued to haunt me, a constant ache that felt like an arrow piercing my heart. The pack meetings had been repeatedly postponed due to my refusal to accept their demands, and my anxiety was reaching a boiling point. The weight of their expectations hung heavy over me, making it hard to breathe.

The passage of time was a slow and torturous crawl, each day blending into the next like an endless, featureless landscape. My search for Laura had become an all-consuming obsession, leaving me drained and spent, my body slumped on the couch, my legs sprawled out like a ragdoll, my hands clasped under my chin as if holding up the weight of my own hopelessness.

Just as despair was about to consume me, a wild idea struck me - to consult a supernatural fortune teller. But I quickly dismissed it, realizing it would only attract more unwanted attention from the pack. My thoughts were interrupted by a female pack member, who approached me with a deferential bow.

"Alpha, your coffee," she said, placing the cup on the table before retreating with a submissive nod, leaving me to my thoughts once again.

As I brought the cup to my lips, Arla burst into the room, her hips sashaying with an audacious confidence. The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the space like a challenge. "What do you want, Arla?" I demanded, my voice low and even, as I slowly set the cup down, my eyes locked on hers.

"And, for the love of all that's holy, learn to respect the sanctity of privacy!" I thundered, my patience shattered, my gaze blazing with a fierce warning, ready to unleash a storm if she continued to disregard my boundaries.

Arla smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots, Alpha," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I'm not here to play games. I have something you need to know about."

My eyes narrowed, my grip on the cup tightening. "What could that be?"

Arla sauntered closer, her hips swaying with an exaggerated motion. "The kind that could bring us together, Damian," she whispered, her eyes glinting with a knowing light.


I let out a scornful laugh, my eyes blazing with anger, as I gazed at her with a mocking smile. "So, what could possibly bring us together, Arla?" I asked, my voice deceptively calm, as I struggled to contain the intense loathing I felt for her.

Arla's smile grew wider as she sauntered closer, her eyes gleaming with a provocative light. She reached out a finger, tracing my lips with a gentle touch, before bringing it to her mouth and sucking it slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "The truth, Damian," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. "The truth about Laura's new pack."

My eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, my grip on the cup so intense it seemed to groan in protest, as I battled to keep my wrath in check.


"What about Laura's new pack?" I bellowed, my voice a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Arla flinched, her eyes wide with terror, her hands flying up to protect herself, as if my words were physical blows that could strike her at any moment.

Her eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape route. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Damian," she stuttered, her voice trembling.

I took a step closer, my eyes blazing with anger. "Don't play with me, Arla," I growled. "I know you're aware of Laura's new pack. And I know you're involved."

Arla's eyes snapped back to mine, a flash of guilt crossing her face before she masked it with a defiant smile. "So what if I am?" she sneered. "What are you going to do about it, Damian? You're rejected her, Don't blame me for your misfortune."

My eyes narrowed, my heart racing with a mix of anger and fear. "Where is Laura?" I demanded, my voice low and menacing. "You seem to know a lot about her whereabouts, Arla."

As I spoke, my eyes locked onto hers, and I felt a sudden surge of passion. Without thinking, I pulled her into a fierce kiss, our lips colliding with a spark of electricity that coursed through my veins. My eyes closed involuntarily, and for a moment, I lost myself in the intensity of the kiss. I didn't realize how deeply I was falling for her until that moment, her lips leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

Arla's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine with a hint of surprise and a dash of excitement. For a moment, we just stared at each other, our lips still touching, our hearts racing in unison.

Then, without warning, she pushed me away, her eyes flashing with a mischievous light. "You're so easy to manipulate, Damian," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. "You're so blinded by your desire for Laura that you can't see the truth."

I growled, my eyes narrowing in anger. "What truth?" I snarled, my hands clenched into fists.

Arla's smile was like a razor's edge, cutting through my defenses. "The truth that you've deeply fallen for me," she whispered, her voice a silky snare.

I froze, my heart racing as I realized the truth in her words. My grip on her wrist tightened, my eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Don't toy with me, Arla," I hissed, my voice a barely contained threat. "I'm hanging by a thread, and you're pulling the rope.”

Arla's eyes gleamed with excitement, her smile growing wider as she leaned in closer. "Oh, Damian," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "I'm not playing games. I'm showing you the truth. You want Laura, but you need me."

My heart raced, my mind reeling as I tried to process her words. she can't be right? Was I so blinded by my desire for Laura that I couldn't see what was right in front of me? But I can't stop thinking of finding Laura.