Dahlia’s POV“You promised to be gentle tonight!” I kick the man who is basically biting me all over like some big reckless dog.“When?!” Damon raises his head to glance me with a perfect innocent, then he dives right back to my body to plant his sharp, stingy strawberries on my stomach like the most hard-working farmer ever!I wanted to make that request. I guess I forgot?But not everyone has muscles like his stone-made ones that don’t feel pain, okay?!I did want to give him a good time, and I think I did it too well. The Alpha came right in my mouth when he lasted not even half of the time when he tortured me in the little black room.Apparently, that pissed him off.And the big dog is hiding his red ear tips by burying his steaming face on me with more torture!“No, not there!” I grab his hair when he moves his lips south. I don’t see it being enjoyable at all if he uses his iron clamps on my lips down there.“You don’t want it?” Damon looks shocked, “It’s the best thing ever, I
Dahlia’s POVThe dagger cut into him like a laser into tofu.Silver kills our heightened cells. Instantly.I will never forget the hurt in his eyes when the dagger pierced into him. It’s not pain from the wound, it’s from his bleeding soul.“Bold!” Damon snarls as he jerks up, pressing me under him with his fingers around my neck. I close my eyes to embrace my death but it doesn't happen.I don’t know if it’s because of the tear that dropped from my eyes, but Damon backed off the bed, one hand pressed on his ribs—I missed his heart by an inch.I don’t know how I would have missed it. I aimed for his heart. I aimed for his death and mine. I would have died with him before the pack could condemn me. But I missed it.“So this is what you wanted from me…my life.” With a dreadful tone, Damon leans on the dresser, his move almost elegant. You can barely tell he is bleeding badly and weakening even faster.“I’m sorry…” I burst into tears. I couldn't feel the mate bond, but I feel like I do.
Dahlia’s POV Damon left, wounded but neatly dressed. He took everything with him. The bloody clothes, the dagger, the file of my land. I only pull myself up when my limbs are numb from the coldness. I pull out a gown to wrap around my numb body. The luxury piece just feels off for some reason, and I couldn’t seem to make it right. The room is empty again. It’s not empty empty because all the furniture and things are still here. But it’s empty now. The heat of the moment is gone. My homeland is taken. And I’m pretty sure I just lost any chance with my mate. It’s the same room, yet I feel more lonely and colder than ever. Because he is gone. It doesn’t quite sink in that I just stabbed the Alpha. The most infamous ruler of all packs. The devil himself. Not even when he left with a cold warning. Until Lola comes. It’s only minutes after I put myself under the cover with the uncomfortable gown, shivering instead of sleeping, Lola barges in. “You are so dead!” She charges at me wi
Dahlia’s POV “Let go of me! Let go!” I shrill at the top of my lungs as Lola drags me out of the wine cellar. I didn’t know where I was kept, but I have little mind to care now because I have a much more urgent problem-- “I can’t breathe! The sun! The sun is burning me!” The hot, bright beams of the sun glue on my skin, and I can feel my skin melting like under acid! I’m a sinner! I will forever belong only in darkness! I can’t bear the sun! “Stop with your raving!” Lola keeps her iron claw on my arm so tightly I think her goal is to break it in half, “The Alpha demanded you.” She wants me to walk past the hundred yards from my prison to the main building. She wants me to melt under the sun! Fear of the sun gives my dying body one last shot of adrenalin and I scream as I try to claw and kick, anything to put distance between me and the woman who hates me to the guts. She raises her hand to slap me but it doesn’t land -- Barke stops her. “She is not worth getting yourself punishe
Dahlia’s POVWalking down the red-carpeted aisle, I realize the whole mansion has been neatly decorated. Unlike some cheesy, on-the-surface Christmas accessories, they polished everything shiny and added only nuances of ornaments, but done elegantly.Only after three days, and for the second time I don’t recognize my life.Right, the League’s delegation.I don’t know what kind of a “final inquiry” the League needs from Damon, but surely his injury is not making it easy.Guilt forms a lump behind my throat.Standing on the side of the now resplendent lobby, I feel only incompatible in the long sleeves and thick jeans, plus a pair of old cheap leather shoes I borrowed from Ava that’s forcing its shape on my feet.Damon wouldn’t be pleased to see me like this.He is too pretty to stand beside me right now.“Maybe I should change,” I whisper to Lola, “You said you don’t want me to upset the Alp--”“Shut up!” Lola hisses at me, “They are coming!”Who are “they”?I look up with a pounding h
Dahlia’s POVI thought he was throwing me back to where he found me. How naive was I.He is not done with his revenge yet.Turns out there is a dormitory for Omegas working in the mansion. It’s a small two-floor on the opposite corner of the main building, right on the edge of the forest.When they dragged me all the way over I thought I was going to suffocate. I fainted mid-way, and only heard what happened from Ava.Thank God Ava was there.She was taking care of me when I woke up to more bruises and cuts all over me. Only after half a day and I’m back to where I was when Lola pulled me out of the wine cellar. Or maybe worse.I had Damon to look forward to before. Now I don’t.“You don’t have to take care of me anymore,” I murmur to Ava, unable to even lift my arm as she carefully cleans my wounds with a cotton bud, “I’m also a slave now.”Ridiculous how I never felt like a slave when I really was a sex slave. But now I do.“The Alpha made me your maid, and I won’t stop taking care
Dahlia’s POVIt’s so annoying to wake up with a start!Every inch of my body feels sour and in pain, and they all wake up as well when I do.I cover my head with the smelly sheet and soon can’t breathe, but I don’t want to open my eyes to the noisy, smelly morning in the dorm. The Omegas all got up and are now hurrying around the room with towels on their shoulders. Their sleepers dragged on the floor.I know I can’t complain, so I just sit up with my head buried in my arms, trying to fully wake up without letting my morning fume out.“Who’s this?” A girl notices me. They didn’t pay attention last night. Ava walks up and sends them off soon.I don’t know how to deal with them.I have talked to Omegas as the princess of the pack, and I have talked to them as the sex slave of the Alpha. Both times I was in a higher position.I was taken to Damon’s pack after that bloody night, and was thrown into the Omega’s street to be a slave. But I never was one. The first night I wandered around am
Dahlia’s POVPhilips drags me out by my hair, making a show to everyone on purpose. Ava drags her broken leg as she tries to follow us, leaving a trail of blood behind her.“Let go of me! Are you crazy?!” I struggle but that only worsens the pain on my scalp and tears burst out of me, “She needs a doctor! You can’t do this!”“I can, and I will,” Philips answers coldly before she pulls me up and shoves me out of the dorm building.The sun falls on me and instantly I burst into a scream as I try to charge back in. Everything begins to twirl, and I’m suffocating!Among all the dazzling colors, I see Philips's eyes flickering, like a demon from hell.She is mindlinking. Who is giving her order? Is she talking to Damon? So he can see me now? Twirling and twisting on the ground like a soaked dog?Philips curves her lips into an evil smirk before she ends the mindlink.“You are mowing the lawn today,” Philips says as she pulls Ava up by her arm, “As soon as you finish your work, you take thi
Dahlia’s POVHome is too strong a word for me now. Let’s just say, I agreed to go with Dad.Damon is gone, and Justin left soon after. Kayle disappeared from my sight, and so did Lola. My life suddenly became a vacuum. One thing to my solace is that Dad became the perfect dad in my memory after we left the headquarters.Sometimes I feel like the few weeks during the trial of Damon was just a nightmare, just like my memory of Dad before I was five.It was on the plane that I finally got the whole story of what happened to Dad after I was taken.Dad found out that the attack on our pack was a well-planned scheme. Damon gets me, the land of the pack, AND mom’s title for his friend. Well, by the time when this was planned, Justin was still Damon’s friend. And the rogues he hired got all the money they could scrap from our home.Dad had no choice but to flee the land. He ended up in a new city with the help of an old friend. And that’s our new “home”.Like I said, this is not home.Dad is
Dahlia’s POVA rejection is the worst experience you could have as a werewolf.The mate bond is what connects two souls together. The humans can’t feel their souls, but to sensitive creatures like us, our souls are almost tangible, and so are our mate bonds. To break something like that is like cutting us open, except the wound is not on our body, but on our souls.You won’t be able to even imagine the pain if you have never lost a limb.The rejection tears. It tears apart something that should not be apart. It leaves one bleeding, hurting, and itching for all their conscious time, as well as in their sleep. It’s like your flesh is cut open, and left open in the air, and unlike a physical wound, you can’t faint due to blood loss. You will always feel that something is broken in you, and you have no way to heal it.It’s hard to understand the concept of one’s soul being complete by itself, is also complete when it’s combined in the most intimate way with someone else’s soul, while keep
Dahlia’s POVThe van is quiet. No guards anywhere near it, not even a driver. Not exactly what I had in mind for a jail of “the devil”.Not daring to hesitate, I pull open the back door and slip up. Though it looks like a trap off the textbook, I don’t really have any other move left.It isn’t a trap. Damon is in the trunk, alone, hands not even cuffed. He is smiling at me as I close the door behind me with a thumping heart, panickedly looking for a proper place to sit when my move is so limited by the handcuffs I hid under the shirt.I feel like I’m the prisoner, not him.Damon remains silent, but I see taunt in his eyes.“Hi...” I break the silence, frowning lightly. This is not exactly what I expected. I thought he would be angry, desperate, regretful, or sad. But not this. Not this calmness with a shred of taunt.He curves his lips.“Hi yourself, Dahlia.”His voice is the bass I always indulge in, and his tone is not exactly aggressive. I’m confused now. I rise my eyebrows questio
Dahlia’s POV“Where are you heading to, miss?”I maintain my smile and clear my throat, stalling because I didn’t come up with a good excuse.Aiden managed to put together a plan at the last minute. Well, sort of. He found out where the prison van for Damon was parked, AND he took on the job to distract the guards. All I needed to do was to make it to the elevator to parking lot G and see Damon.Who would know they’d put a guard in front of the elevator door on each floor?!“I--uhhh, my Alpha told me to go meet him in the parking lot,” I open my mouth, only to realize Damon’s case definitely made the “news” here. Revealing my identity might not be the wisest move.“Which section of the parking lot, ma’am?” The guard asks with extreme patience, sympathy even. I would have taken him as caring if I was the old me. But recently I have realized that the colorful fog around people that I can see, is not something that everyone can.I can’t quite explain it, but I can more or less tell the p
Dahlia’s POV“Do you even know what you are doing?! He is the monster that destroyed our home!” Dad presses on, but Aiden steps up and he stops a few inches away. He is furious and panting, as if he just hurried over when I decided to visit Damon. Two seconds ago.Could it be? Did Dad plant surveillance on me? This thought gave me a chill down my spine. Or maybe I feel cold because of how easy it is for me to suspect my own father now.I guess I can’t just forget everything like I was little just for a few days of kindness from him anymore.“You still haven’t shown me any evidence that pins what happened on Damon, Dad,” I remind him calmly. He is hiding something from me, I can feel it. And it annoys me. If Dad was using the stress of the case to explain why he avoided letting me in on anything before the trial, he is definitely failing to explain himself for still not showing me any of his investigations now.“You have no idea how brutal they are. Do you really want to look at the pi
Dahlia’s POVIn the end, Damon was found guilty.Something about him refusing to give the court Jared and stuff. I guess that explained Dad’s sudden change of attitude -- After five months, he finally got the justice he wanted.I wanted to visit Damon, but I couldn’t find a good reason.To see my old owner who kept me as a sex slave? To see the evil who was found guilty of the crime over my fallen pack? To see the man whom I betrayed and had a bad fallout with the last time we saw each other? Or...Just to see my mate.That word feels so strange to me now.I don’t have a wolf to feel the mate bond, and with Damon gone from my life, I have totally forgotten that I have a mate. Who is in prison now, for the most horrifying crime one can do.I can’t justify visiting him, and luckily, Dad and Justin helped me from struggling myself into halves.Dad has been unprecedentedly nice to me ever since the trial. Even nicer than before the incident, I would say. He insisted on having EVERY meal w
Dahlia’s POV“She’s lying!” My Dad growls at the judge, “She’s fucking lying! How dare you, you little useless brat?! You--”“Liam Palmer!” Damon suddenly raised his voice before the judge could react to my Dad’s outburst. He turns to Dad with a calm smile yet his eyes are cold as ice, “She is an Alpha now, as much as you are. I don’t want to see you disrespecting her again.”“She is MY daughter! And I won’t take orders from a murderer! You! You murdered my wife!” Dad spat at him. Frankly, I find it shocking that he dares to shout at Damon. No one else in the Leagues seems to have the courage to do so, not even Kayle.But I guess by suing Damon, Dad already put him on Damon’s bad side permanently.Damon shoots a worried look at me. I blink in confusion.Did he think that Dad’s mentioning of Mom’s death would change my mind? I hate the murderer and I want a thousand deaths of him, but that doesn’t mean I would jump and bite anyone who my Dad accuses without proof like I’m his mad dog.
Dahlia’s POVI’m daunted in the face by this life or death question.“Dahlia Morgan, please answer my question,” The lawyer urges, his tone getting cocky, “Did Tom Sanders call out Alpha Damon’s name in the last phone call you shared with him, 10 minutes before he showed up dead in front of you?!”The truth is, Tom did. But somehow I feel wrong to answer yes.Too many things feel wrong.First of all, Tom lived in Damon’s mansion for weeks, and yet never has he showed any particular fear toward him. He is timid in front of Damon, but any Omega does in front of a fearful Alpha.Secondly, when Tom told me about that he heard the man who captured him calling the man behind the attack on that night “Alpha Damon”, he only mentioned that as highly suspicious of Damon, unlike the night at the train station when Tom shouted “It’s him! Alpha Damon is here!”If I’m trusting my gut, I would say that something made Tom recognize the man from the night of the attack on my pack, not Damon this perso
Dahlia’s POVI never got to see Dad again in those 48 hours, and it was pretty clear that even if I could, it would be fruitless. Even after two days of thinking, I still don’t understand how a simple inquiry on the case turned into such a bad fight with him.I can’t see Damon either. Apparently, the 48 hours is all they have to get anything out of him, and they are not allowing any visit until the hearing.I got a subpoena to attend as a witness, hence here I am, in the witness waiting room with a bunch of people that I have never seen in my life. Aiden can only appear as an audience.“This way, ma’am,” After what felt like an eternity, the guard came for me. I’m the last one to appear in court.The moment the guard pushes open the courtroom’s heavy door, I instantly feel Damon’s hot sights landing on me. But when I look over, he is already looking at the file in front of him on the defendant’s stand as if he never looked over.He looks the same as I remember him. Handsome, neat, sha