Chapter 6 Damien's Illness

Damien's POV:

As I lounged in my chair, Shawn's futile attempts to curry favor were rather amusing to behold. With him now at the helm of the Black Moon Pack, the future seemed bleak indeed. Not only was he a fool, but his lack of foresight was glaringly apparent.

"I trust the arrangements you have made will suffice, Prince Damien. If there is anything else you require, please do not hesitate to inform me. I will ensure it is promptly attended to," Shawn prattled on incessantly, his words flowing like an unending stream. I could not help but wonder if he ever grew tired of hearing his own voice. I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache beginning to form.

"Do you feel another wave of that illness coming too?" Gunnar, my wolf, inquired, his concern evident in his voice.

"I think so," I replied, feeling the familiar discomfort settling in.

"Perhaps we should depart," Gunnar suggested, his worry palpable.

"No, I can manage. Besides, leaving now would only attract further attention," I responded, determined to soldier on despite the impending discomfort.

Each full moon brought with it excruciating headaches that rendered me vulnerable. To avoid inadvertently harming anyone, I would retreat to my room during these episodes. I had agreed to attend this ceremony on my father's behalf, not anticipating an early onset of my affliction. Yet, I endured the discomfort until the banquet's conclusion. By then, my head throbbed relentlessly, and the primal urge to unleash havoc surged within me. I struggled to maintain composure until I could seclude myself. However, the persistent baby Alpha insisted on accompanying me, testing my patience.

"Prince Damien, allow me to escort you," Shawn interjected, his eagerness palpable.

"I prefer solitude for now," I replied, my tone tinged with irritation despite my attempts at civility.

Once rid of Shawn's presence, I hastened to my room, the beast within clamoring for release.

Lila's POV:

As I awoke disoriented, the frigid air jolted me into consciousness. Attempting to rise, I discovered my limbs bound to a large bed, completely exposed. A gag stifled any attempt at outcry. What was happening? I surveyed the unfamiliar room, alone and helpless. Struggling against my restraints, I cried out, hoping for rescue.

"Hey you there! Shut up!" a voice admonished from beyond the door, its tone harsh and commanding.

"Ah, it is such a pity. She was pretty. Alpha would have let us have a piece as well after he would be done with her," another voice remarked callously, its words dripping with malice.

I strained to eavesdrop on their conversation, my heart pounding with fear and desperation.

"Pity? She just looks like any other bitch, to be played with by many men sooner or later," yet another voice chimed in, its tone equally disdainful.

"Anyway, we missed our chance with her. Just the thought of her excites me!" the first voice exclaimed, its words sending a shiver down my spine.

Their crude remarks disgusted me, filling me with a sense of revulsion and dread.

"Unfortunately, she has been gifted to Prince Damien and is likely meeting her demise tonight," the third voice gloated, its words chilling me to the core.

It dawned on me that these were Shawn's guards, and I was at their mercy. Panic surged within me as I realized the gravity of my predicament. With no means of escape, I resigned myself to an uncertain fate, praying for a miracle to deliver me from this nightmare.