Chapter 129 One twenty nine

Chapter 129 One twenty nine
Damien’s POV

The words had slipped out before I could stop them, sharp and direct, cutting through the quiet comfort of the room.

“Why do your eyes turn black all the time?”

Though I didn't mean to say it the way I came out, I did.

The moment the question left my lips, I knew something was off. Not just in the way her expression changed, but in the way the air itself seemed to shift, like I had brushed against something I wasn’t meant to touch.

Aria looked confused.

Her brows furrowed slowly, confusion spreading across her face in a way that looked… real and unfiltered.

“My eyes?” she repeated softly, her voice uncertain.

I watched her carefully, searching for any sign maybe fear, guilt, recognition. but there was nothing. Just pure confusion.

“Yes,” I said, leaning forward slightly. 

“They…”

But I stopped.

Because she was already moving.

Aria got up quickly, almost too quickly for someone who had been resting, and walked toward the mirror. Her movements weren’t panicked, but there was urgency in them, like she needed to confirm something immediately.

I stayed where I was, my gaze fixed on her reflection.

She stared at herself, tilting her head slightly, blinking a few times. Her fingers brushed lightly under her eyes as if she expected to find something there, maybe something to confirm what I said.

But there was nothing.

Her usual soft, warm eyes stared back at her. No darkness. No shadows. No trace of what I had seen before.

“What are you talking about?” she asked quietly, turning to look at me again.

And that’s when it hit me.

Either she was lying… Or she truly had no idea.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my shoulders to relax. This wasn’t the time to push. Not when I didn’t even understand what I had seen myself.

I shook my head lightly, offering a small, dismissive smile.

“Forget it,” I said. “Maybe I was just confused or something.”

Her gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, like she was trying to read something deeper behind my words.

“You’re sure?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s nothing to worry about.”

The silence that followed was brief, but it carried weight. Unspoken questions hung between us, neither of us willing to voice them.

Eventually, she nodded slowly and returned to sit beside me.

We resumed the movie like nothing had happened.

But everything had changed.

The screen flickered in front of us, scenes shifting from one to another, but I wasn’t really watching.

My mind kept replaying it.

Those eyes. Dark. Hollow. Almost… inhuman. How do I confirm she's a werewolf.

I have seen many werewolves in my life. And I recognize the with different things. But Aria. I have been with her long enough.

It wasn’t just strange to me it was disturbing.

I glanced at her from the corner of my eye.
She looked calm. Relaxed even. One hand rested absentmindedly on her stomach, her thumb moving in slow, soothing circles.
If she was hiding something, she was doing it perfectly.

Or maybe…

She truly didn’t know.

That thought unsettled me more than anything else.

Because if Aria didn’t know what was happening to her, then whatever it was… I'll find out.

And that meant I couldn’t predict for sure what it was.

My phone vibrated suddenly, breaking through my thoughts.

I frowned slightly, pulling it out. It was from assistant.

That alone was enough to make my expression harden.

He never called unless it was important.

I stood up immediately, already answering the call.

“Yes?”

“Sir,” his voice came through, urgent and strained. “You need to come in. It’s an emergency.”

I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t need to now.
“I’m on my way.” I mouthed before ending the call.

For a brief second, I just stood there, staring at the phone in my hand.

Then I turned back to Aria.

“I’ll be right back,” I said.

She looked up at me, a small crease forming between her brows. “Now?”

I nodded. “Something came up.”

She didn’t ask further.

That was something about her I both admired and worried about. She trusted too easily when it came to me.

“Okay,” she said softly.

I walked over to her, offering my hand.

“Come on. You need to rest.”

She hesitated for only a second before placing her hand in mine.

Carefully, I helped her up and guided her to the room. Her steps were slow, cautious, and I made sure to match her pace.

Once inside, I helped her sit on the bed.

“Try to get some sleep,” I said gently.
She gave me a light nod.

I reached into my pocket and placed my phone on the bedside table.

“Call me whenever you need anything,” I added.

Her lips curved into a small smile. “I will.”

For a moment, I just looked at her. At the softness in her eyes. At the life growing inside her. Something in my chest tightened.

I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Then, without thinking, I lowered my hand to her stomach and kissed it too.

“Daddy loves you,” I murmured quietly.

Her breath hitched slightly, and when I looked up, she was smiling.

A real smile.

The kind that made everything else fade for just a second.

I forced myself to pull away.

“Rest,” I said again.

Then I turned and walked out before I could change my mind.

The drive to the hospital was fast.

But I didn’t slow down.

The city lights blurred past me, my thoughts racing even faster than the car.

Everything felt like it was colliding at once.

By the time I arrived, I was already on edge.

I stepped out of the car and moved quickly, my pace sharp and purposeful.

Staff members greeted me as I passed, but I barely acknowledged them.

My focus was already locked on one thing.
My office.

When I got there, my assistant was waiting outside, exactly as I expected.

He stood straight the moment he saw me, a tablet clutched tightly in his hands.

“Sir.”

I didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, I walked past him, pulling out my keys and unlocking the door.

The moment it opened, I stepped inside.
He followed.

I moved straight to my desk and sat down, placing my hands flat against the surface.

“Start talking,” I said.

He nodded quickly, stepping forward.

“There’s been a development,” he began, his voice controlled but tense. “We ran further analysis on the data you requested.”

I didn’t interrupt.

I just watched him.

He tapped on the tablet, bringing something up on the screen.

“We thought the system was sealed,” he continued. “Completely secure. No access points. No vulnerabilities.”

My jaw tightened slightly.

“But?” I prompted.

He hesitated.

Just for a second.

And that was enough to tell me everything I needed to know.

“But we were wrong,” he said.

Silence filled the room.

He took a small breath before finishing.
“We found a loophole.”

The words landed like a trigger.

Because loopholes didn’t just appear.

They were created.

And if there was a loophole…
Then someone had already found it.

I leaned back slightly in my chair, my gaze darkening.

“Show me,” I said quietly.