Chapter 7: A Demand, A Refusal, and a Dangerous Truth
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Ivy’s POV
"Open the damn door, Ivy."
The pounding on my front door was relentless, each knock sharper than the last.
I stood frozen in the middle of my living room, fingers tightening around the worn edges of my grandmother’s journal. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my breath came out shallow.
Damien.
I knew that voice anywhere. Deep, commanding, the kind that sent shivers down my spine for all the wrong reasons. The kind that used to make me melt. Now, it only fueled my rage.
I hesitated, every nerve screaming at me not to let him in. But then, his next words sent ice through my veins.
"I know about your bloodline."
My grip on the journal slipped. No. He can’t know. He can’t—
Another sharp knock. "Ivy, I’m not leaving until we talk."
I clenched my jaw. Fine.
Storming forward, I unlocked the door and yanked it open.
Damien stood there, tall and imposing, dressed in a black coat that clung to his muscular frame. His piercing golden eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach churn.
I crossed my arms. "You’ve got two minutes. Start talking."
His gaze flickered past me, scanning the room like he expected someone else to be here. His jaw tightened. "We need to talk. Privately."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh? Now you want privacy? Funny, considering you rejected me in front of the entire pack like I was nothing."
His eyes darkened. "I didn’t come here to argue about the past."
"Of course not," I snapped. "Because the past doesn’t matter to you. I don’t matter to you. So why are you here, Damien?"
He exhaled sharply, his frustration evident. "Victor Ashford is moving against my pack."
I raised an eyebrow. "And that’s my problem because…?"
His gaze bore into mine. "Because you know things. You have knowledge about our history, about werewolf bloodlines. My pack advisers believe you could help us."
I barked out a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Your advisers want my help? That’s rich. Tell me, Damien—when you rejected me, when you looked me in the eyes and called me weak, did you ever think you’d come crawling back?"
His jaw clenched. "I’m not crawling."
"No," I said coldly. "You’re demanding."
His silence was answer enough.
I shook my head. "I don’t owe you anything. Not after what you did."
His hands curled into fists. "Ivy, this isn’t about us. This is bigger than that."
"Bigger than you rejecting me like I was worthless?" I stepped closer, my voice lowering. "Bigger than you humiliating me? Telling everyone I was just an Omega not fit to stand by your side?"
Damien’s lips pressed into a tight line. For the first time, I saw something flicker in his eyes—regret, maybe. But it was too little, too late.
I exhaled sharply and turned away. "I’m not helping you. Find someone else."
"Ivy—"
I spun back around, my anger flaring. "You made your choice, Damien! And now I’m making mine. Get out."
For a moment, he didn’t move. His eyes searched mine like he was looking for something—some part of me that would bend, that would give in.
I glared at him. I wasn’t that girl anymore.
Finally, he exhaled. "You don’t understand what’s at stake."
"I don’t care what’s at stake," I shot back. "Your pack is your responsibility. Not mine."
His jaw ticked, but he gave a short nod. "Fine. You want nothing to do with me? With the pack?" He took a step back, his eyes like burning embers. "Then stay out of our way."
"Gladly," I muttered, gripping the door.
But just as I started to shut it, Damien turned slightly and said something that sent my world tilting.
"Your bloodline is linked to a deadly prophecy, Ivy. And it’s already begun."
I froze.
The door remained half-open, my fingers tightening around the handle. Slowly, I turned to face him.
"What did you just say?" My voice was barely a whisper.
Damien’s gaze was unreadable. "I know about the Omega bloodline. I know you’re not just some powerless Omega. And I know Victor wants you because of it."
My mouth went dry.
How did he know?
The journal on my table. My grandmother’s warning.
"She alone will decide the fate of Alphas."
I swallowed hard. "Who told you that?"
"Does it matter?" Damien said darkly. "Victor’s coming for you, Ivy. And when he does, you won’t stand a chance."
I clenched my fists. "I can take care of myself."
A humorless chuckle left his lips. "Is that so? Because from where I’m standing, you have no idea what’s coming."
He was right. And I hated it.
My pulse pounded in my ears, my mind racing. If Damien knew about the prophecy… if Victor knew… then I was in more danger than I had realized.
But one thing was clear.
I wouldn’t let Damien control my fate. Not again.
I took a step back and slammed the door in his face.
His muffled curse echoed on the other side.
I pressed my forehead against the wood, breathing heavily.
Then, a new thought struck me.
Damien had known about the prophecy. About my bloodline.
But… how?
Panic rose in my chest.
I grabbed the journal from the table, flipping through the fragile pages until I reached the prophecy again.
"She alone will decide the fate of Alphas."
My blood ran cold.
Damien knew.
But he hadn’t come to warn me.
He had come to use me.
And now… now I had to figure out what part I played in this before it was too late.
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Cliffhanger:
That night, I was unable to sleep, I sat in the dim glow of her lamp, rereading my grandmother’s journals.
A floorboard creaked outside my apartment.
I became tensed, heart hammering.
Slowly, I moved to the door, pressing my ear against it.
Then, just beyond the wood, I heard a voice.
Deep. Cold.
"We have to take her. Before it’s too late."
My breath caught in her throat.
And then—silence.
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