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AN HOUR LATERWith Jessie fast asleep in bed, Damon turned to Jake, who was standing by the window and staring at the city skyline."What news do you bring, Jake?" Damon's voice cut through the silence as he joined him.Jake slowly turned, his expression dark."It's about the pack. Rumours are spreading that you lust after a woman responsible for your father's death and are no longer fit to rule."Damon's jaw tightened. "And the cause?""The council." Jake answered. "They're using the incident at the restaurant to stir fear among the pack. I'm afraid if this continues, it could lead to a rebellion.""Fuck!" Damon cursed, raking his fingers through his hair. "I barely survived a fight with death, and those old bastards are already plotting to dethrone me.""What would you have me do, Alpha? Should I arrange an audience with them?"Damon spun toward him. "I don’t give a damn what they think, Jake. They can go to hell.""Yes, Alpha."Damon exhaled sharply. "What about the attack on the b

Damon stood frozen as the little boy hugged his leg like his whole live depended on it. He stared down at the boy, then at Amber, who couldn't meet his eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.Damon felt numb. The world seem to tilt around him, and for a moment, he couldn't understand what was happening. The moment the little boy tightened his grip on him, Damon crunched down to match his height. He stared into his eyes, taking in all his features.He was almost as tall as Jessie, though Damon could tell that Jessie was a bit taller. They both shared the same jet black hair, like their father's. But unlike Jessie, who had inherited her mother's eyes, this boy had his. Damon heart pounded painfully as the realization sank in.The moment felt like déjà vu, almost nostalgic.Then the boy smiled, revealing deep dimples that made him look even more angelic than any child Damon had ever seen.Before Damon could speak, another small voice broke through the silence.“I got tired of waiting, Da

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Damon snapped, pointing furiously at Marcus."That's what I should be asking you, you bastard! What the hell are you doing here?" Marcus shot back.Amber mentally facepalmed. "Please ignore him, Marc. He was just about to leave. What are you doing here?"Marcus opened his mouth to respond but Damon cut him off."Aren't you ashamed of yourself you bastard? She already rejected you at Night and Rolls. Why can't you just leave her alone?"Marcus glared at him, eyes dark with cold rage and a fierce desire to rip him apart."Shut the hell up, Damon. That doesn't concern you." Amber yelled, throwing him a deadly glare."Look, Bree. I'm truly sorry for how I treated you. But if you think I'm going to stand here and watch this bastard have you and our kids, then you're wrong.""Jason isn't your son, Damon. And I've made it clear, I don't want you in our lives. Marcus is my boyfriend, and he has every right to be here. You don't. So take your leave.""You hea

Damon dragged a hand through his curls as he paced down the waiting hall. His clothes were stained with blood, his face slick with sweat. Thirty minutes had passed since he arrived at Silvercrest General Hospital, yet there was still no sign of the Doctor.The door burst open and Moore came striding in, panic flashing across his face.He spotted Damon standing near the door and stormed towards him, rage boiling in his chest. "Where the hell is my daughter?" He barked, his voice sharp and commanding.Damon's jaw tightened but he didn't speak. He just kept pacing down the hall like a man desperate to be anywhere but here.Moore's voice rose, thick with anger. "I swear to God, Damon, if anything happens to my daughter... you're going to regret it."Damon stopped and turned towards him, his eyes cold as ice. "None of these would have happen if your crazy daughter hadn't cut herself.""Don't you dare put the blame on my daughter," Moore snapped. "This is all your fault. None of these would

Amber was almost done clearing the table when a knock sounded at the door. She wiped her hands on a napkin and hurried to answer it.Jessie stood there, holding a bag of fried chicken and chips."Hey," she greeted softly."Thank God you’re here. I was just about to call you," Amber breathed out in relief. Ever since Jason's sudden outburst that morning, the little boy had refused to speak to her. He'd locked himself in his room, crying non-stop.Amber didn't know what else to do, so she'd called Jessie, who came running the moment she heard."Where are they?" Jessie asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her."In Jason’s room," Amber sighed. "He won't eat or talk to me. He's been crying all day, and because of that, Jessie won't stop crying either."Jessie glanced at the untouched plates on the table and shook her head. "I knew this was going to happen. I told you the kids were going to miss their father, but you wouldn't listen."Amber’s eyes flashed with anger. "So now