Dahlia’s POV
It's so enraging to see someone mimicking you with YOUR clothes in an awkward way!
I watch in shock as Lola pastes her breasts into Damon’s arm, in the strapless, cleavage-leaking little red dress I wore to the party I ruined last time.
Damon got her a new one. One that’s exactly like the one he tore in the little dark room!
“You--” I stare at Damon in disbelief but then I understand his message--
Everything special about me is his giving, and he can give any woman that at will. Like Lola.
“Are you making her your Luna?” I ask Damon, knowing his answer before asking. Of course he is. It’s not like he ever wanted to give that title to me. I can never have that title. Even if he wanted to keep the mate bond, he would need a Luna eventually.
I just didn’t think it w
Dahlia’s POVDays passed and I have never seen Damon again.Mostly because I can’t go out under the sun, and according to Ava’s gossip, Damon has been busy recently.At least that’s what I’m repeating to myself -- that he is just too busy to sort things out with me.Philips hasn’t forced any outdoor work on me again. I think she learned her lesson when she had to spend a whole day on fixing the lawn I ruined. She IS still piling up all the indoor work she can on me and Ava. I don’t know why Philips’s revenge has to involve Ava, but apparently, Ava didn’t need to get up around 5 to work till late midnight. But now we do.I don’t care about her bully that much now. Not after Ava and I started our secret mission -- patching up the red dress.Ava has been nagging beside my ear about how the dress would d
Dahlia’s POV“I told you she didn’t steal the dress! It’s the Alpha’s gift to me!” I pull Philips’s fat arm as she drags Ava all the way out under the dim rays of the morning sun, “Where are you taking us?!”My objection does little. Philips drags Ava by her neck, basically carrying her like a little chicken. Ava still has the dress in her hands, protecting it like it’s her baby. The sunlight chases us deep into the woods until it can no longer penetrate the thick fog of dawn.That’s when I see Lola. She is waiting for us.The dense trees lead to a small area in the heart of the dark forest. Though bare, the thick branches of the huge trees around shine little light on the thick layers of leaves covering the ground.Gloomy and deathly. That’s the place Lola chose for us.“Beta, she&
Dahlia’s POV“You are crazy! You are fucking crazy! She is one of you! I know you hate me but she is a member of your pack!” I jump over and take Ava in my arms as Lola walks over like a vicious snake fluttering its tongue!“Miss Dahlia...” Ava burst into tears and I bury her face in my chest. Her tiny body trembles in my arms.“Say you are sorry for helping the shameless slave!” Lola snaps viciously at Ava, “Apologize and stop helping her, then I might spare you!”Ava shakes her head slightly, hiding in my arms.“Say you are sorry! You won’t help me anymore! I won’t keep you as my maid!” I urge Ava, too. What’s so important about saying some words when your life is at stake?!“No...” Ava murmurs timidly, tears in her eyes, but still, she shakes her head firmly, &l
Dahlia’s POVWhat's wrong? Just about everything.I have been waiting for him for so long, yet at this moment, I don’t know what to say to him.“What are you doing here?” I ask. My own voice sounds surreal to me.Damon looks like he just finished a ten-mile run. His face a little flushed, and his shirt wrinkled. He is not even wearing a coat as he always does after I stabbed him.Damon doesn’t answer.He was bending over to search for my eyes, but when Damon’s cold deep blue eyes fall on the pale corpse beside me, he frowns and stands up straight.“Barke!” Damon raises his voice, yet his eyes nailed on me.With a light rustle from behind me, Barke appears from where Lola glanced at before! She sensed Barke’s presence and yet she still dared to kill Ava?!&nb
Dahlia’s POV“You believe him, don’t you?” I shout after Damon, he stops but doesn’t even turn around.“Why won’t you condemn me if you think I killed Ava?!” I demand Damon, my shout hoarse and desperate, “Your people died, wrongly and brutally, and you don’t even care?! Damon Hayes, do you not have a heart?!”Damon turns around, looking at me with a deep frown.“If you think I killed her, then kill me!” I snap angrily, “If you care about your people at all, you would look into this and see that Lola is behind all this!”“Dahlia, Lola is not allowed in the mansion since your last fight with her,” Damon says simply.“I just saw her seven fucking days ago! In YOUR arms!” I shout.Damon sighs with a tired look, after a few second
Damon’s POVA traitor inside the walls is plotting against your Luna-to-be.That’s what Lola told me.The delegation of the League requires tours of the pack, checking of my books, and finishing the “Alpha’s trials” within days. But I know that none of these can keep the title off my head, and they know that full well, too.My Luna-to-be is the real target of them -- the Alphas on the 13 seats that don’t want to bow to me.They know they can’t make me mark a random person, and they backed up a step --I will get the title of The Supreme so long as I announce my choice for a Luna. No mark is required, and no ritual will be done. Meaning nothing substantial needs to change. I can even call off the announcement tomorrow after I claim a random person.So long as I have a Luna-to-be tonight, the title
Damon’s POV[You didn’t have to run over just to check on her. Barke is capable of handling any situation that can possibly occur within the mansion,] Lupus complains on our way back.[How could I not?She was feeling the same way she did on the night we found her, when she was about to be raped!] I grunt at my wolf.We can feel the mood of mate to some extent. The stronger the mood, the more clearly we feel. We would never have found her if she wasn’t in my pack that night when she was about to be raped.I can’t bear to even imagine what would happen to the both of us if I wasn’t there to save her that night.Lupus cares about Dahlia. He wouldn't have told me she was feeling desperate just now if he didn't. But he can be over-protecting sometimes, especially since Dahlia stabbed me.He is just pissed by the silverdagg
Damon’s POV It would make my winning look ordinary if I take some wins and also some losses, but if I win all the fights I get into, and waive all the rest, the result would still be unique. Not a pure winning, but special enough to be remembered. IF, I can win the last fight. I can’t afford to lose it now. I avoided some of the Alpha on the stronger side, and I waived the fights with the weakest one, too. Raymond was on the strong side, and my plan was to take him down as my final battle before I waived the last fight with the strongest Alpha, Taran. But that’s out of the window. By the window now sits a man in his thirties, away from everyone. His golden hair draped over his eyes, his head kept low. Taran is a cold one. Not dirty, but not on my friend list either. He has no friend in the League, nor a mate. That seat had been his way before I even got into the League. He is commonly known as the strongest among the 13 seats for a reason, and that reason is why I wanted to avo
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