Damon's POVI tuck Leena into bed and grab the medicines that Mistress Lana, the head healer provided. They're a mixture of pain managements and sedatives. I guess the sedatives are to help with the bomb that she just dropped on us. Soon after taking her meds, she's fast asleep, slightly snoring with her mouth agape. I lay next to her, but can't bring myself to touch her. Possibly no children? That's the furthest thing from my mind and I'm sure hers right now, but from the tears that keep falling from her face, I know it hurt her to hear the news. As I lay here studying her soft features, I can't help but envision her with a large bump underneath royal garb. She's glowing and radiant and so happy. Within a next second, in a cloud of smoke, it's gone and she's on the ground crying. I shake my head as if I'm physically shaking the thoughts away. Lancaster, the bastard! He knew what he was doing. After learning that he planned to take out the entire Lycan kingdom, I have no doubt th

Leena's POVI'm awakened by something tickling my face, and I let out a high-pitched giggle before opening my eyes. "Damon! Stop!" My heart thuds in my chest as I realize it isn't Damon's at all. I notice that it's actually large black feathers hovering over my face that woke me up. I follow the feathers up to the face to see a set of familiar black eyes. "Torrance?" The bird just stares at me, studying my expressions, sending my growing discomfort. Still, nothing is said. The only sound is the rustling of his feathers as he spreads his wings and flies suddenly out the window. I hear footsteps form the opposite direction and turn to see a completely naked Lycan king standing in front of me. My eyes widen once they lay sight upon his very alert lower half. I see a spark of arrogance light up his face, but he masks it with curiosity. "Uhm, I thought I heard you talking to someone, so I came to see what was up, but I see that you're alone now and that I probably should have covered my

Leena's POVThe horrid woman finally releases her hold on my hair and I finally breath a sigh of relief. The relief doesn't last long though. She attacks me with powered and brushes and tickles my face. I sputter at her as a bristle from one of the brushes lands in my mouth. "Luna! I insist you stay still and let me finish!"I whimper dramatically. "Why? What are you doing to me? I thought you were finished!" "No, dear girl! I have to do your makeup now! Just. Stay. Still!"I pout exaggeratedly and sit still. Note to self, give Damon the tongue lashing of a lifetime. While the woman is finishing up her form of torture called 'makeup', Damon walks out from the bathroom fully dressed and his hair is dripping wet still. When he looks over at me, he breaks out into a wide smile. "See? Those curls fit her perfectly. Thank you. Try not to spend too much time on her face. She looks ready to bite."I stick my tongue out at him in defiance. "If I bite anyone, it will be you for putting me

Damon's POVIt's been thirty-six hours since the poisoning and I'm finally back on my feet. Being Alpha has its benefits, but being Lycan King has plethora more. One of those benefits is healing at extraordinary speeds. I have been in meetings with Nalia. When questioned, she stuck to her guns and insisted that she asked around for the best beautician in the kingdom and only spoke with the woman over the phone to book the in-home appointment. Torrance, Nalia, and I are just about to leave for a little visit to this woman who would dare attempt this. First, I have to go see how Leena is doing. When I arrive to the infirmary, Mistress Lana is standing above Leena with a medicine tray full of supplies. She hears my heavy footsteps coming towards them and turns around with a smile. "You're looking much livelier, King Damon. Coming to see your Luna?" "I feel much better because of your talents, Mistress Lana. And yes, I wanted to check in on her before I left for business. How is she

Damon's POVI never expected to let Dixon take over me like that in terms of animalistic urges. But those hands of hers and that mouth. She pushed me until I lost control. That bubble bath was some much needed aftercare that we both needed. We've come a long way since that first day in brought her to her new home. I think about how she was then compared to now. She was still a bit timid, but it was that time after Lancaster took her that I started to realize the difference. I still don't know the exact details of what happened to her or what was said, but it changed her. She's more sure of herself, despite finding out some dark truths of her and her father's past. I finish buttoning my sleeves and pull my wet hair into a low bun to keep the dampness off my neck and shoulders. I turn and look around and don't see Leena anywhere. "Leena? Mate? You okay? You ready?" I hear stumbling around in the bathroom and then a thud. "I'm okay!" I hear her call out. I rush into the bathroom t