Dahlia's POV Blood is not spouting out like I expected. I look down at my wrist in confusion, and Damon lets out a light laugh, only to tighten his look back into a poker face under the death stare I shoot over. The glass is not cutting through my wrist. “You know you are a werewolf...right? I mean, it’s another story if this is diamond but--” Damon asks before he purses his lips again, tilting his head as he observes my embarrassment. “I’m not experienced in suicide, okay?!” I push him on his chest and he pulls me into his arms instead. “Come home with me, okay?” Damon lures. It’s cheating when he demands with his rough bass. I had a good time with him before Jared appeared. But since then so much has happened and I don’t want to go back to it. I don’t want to be the pet that has no say in my life anymore. “Everyone knows that you are my little pet now...” Damon lets out a resigned laugh, stroking my hair gently with his huge palm, “You cost me my title and you ruined my party.
Dahlia's POVThe jerk leaves right after he dropped the bomb on my head!“What did you--!” I don’t have time to snap out of it before lets go of the door frame and leaves. Clean and swift.!“Did you seriously just--?!” I chase after him to the door, and his tall figure half hidden by the shadow, “You jerk! Tell me everything!”He is walking away without even a pause.“You--Damon Hayes! This is not funny! You come back and you tell me everything!” I burst out cursing him and he starts walking again. I so want to charge up but I can’t hurt him. I dash back to pick up the piece of glass -- the only thing in the little dark room Ethan took me to -- and charge back before I throw it at his head.It hit him right in the back of his head.With a click of his tongue, he stops. But he doesn’t turn around.“Tell me!” I demand at him, panting with my whole body shaking.“Move back to the mansion and I’ll tell you,” He says. His tone leisure, and his back straight and stretched.The stone-hearte
Damon’s POV The only two people that can piss me off in one room is too much for me. Lupus knew Aiden cared about Barke and wanted no one else as his mate, yet it still burns to see Dahlia being so friendly to him with her watery deer eyes pasted on Aiden. I can’t quite pin down whether it’s pure jealousy, or the fact that Lupus knew Dahlia would not look at us in this way. She wouldn’t be here if we didn’t lure her with her father as bait. I shouldn’t have done it, but I didn’t know what else to do. The grey desperation in her sorrowful eyes scared me. As an Alpha, I rarely feel powerless at anything, but it’s a normality facing Dahlia. I can’t bear to see her giving up on her life, and I took the poison when I knew it might be a mistake if it turns out to be false hope. I just didn’t know it was such a deadly one until it was too late. “So,” Dahlis sits across the table, her back straight and her hands on the table like a proper businesswoman ready to negotiate, “what’s your co
Dahlia’s POVI have missed Damon when he has been a strange, cold-looked Alpha that doesn’t see me for two weeks. But now I remember what a jerk he was before that!Standing by his door, I seriously weigh between storming out and begging him for the drops of information on my lost family. But there is little to weigh. I have no resources, no ability, not even a wolf. There is no way I can rescue my father on my own. I try to believe that he is not in the destruction of my pack, but he just keeps on giving me reason to believe otherwise. Like Jered, like how he keeps important information like my father from me.I feel guilty stabbing him, but it’s extremely hard to believe that he is on my side when his actions match exactly like some Alpha who wants my family gone so he can keep me imprisoned.I doubt if he would tell me anything about my father if I didn’t tell him I didn’t want to live.But still, that changes everything.To even think about the possibility that my father might sti
Dahlia’s POV “Damon Hayes, you are such a liar!!!” The piece of information of our “quid pro quo” is that he hasn’t found the body of my father from the ruins of our pack! How is that the same as my father being alive?! And how is that even “quid”?! “You said he is still alive!” I grip his collar and all he does is laugh. He should feel threatened! “I’m pretty sure I said ‘might’. I was very careful with my words.” The jerk lies in this seat leisurely, ignoring my attack completely. “Just because you haven’t found his body?! Ughhhhhh!” I shake the devil Alpha, “It could have been anything! Maybe you just missed it! Maybe somebody took it. Or...anything!” Damon shrugs with an annoying smirk: “I totally agree.” “...” “You are the evilliest monster!!!” I give up and stand up but he won’t let me. Did he lie to me yesterday? Or is he lying now? I can’t tell. All I know is he just gave me a string that I have to hold on to, no matter how thin a hope it is. Even though it just might
Dahlia’s POV After agreeing to let me join in the investigation -- well, after I tricked Damon into agreeing, everything seems to fall back to normal. Damon leaves the pack more, but so long as he is back, he will come and snuggle me into sleep. I sleep better with him than without. I prefer to have him around, not just trick updates of the investigation from him, but also, I still can’t breathe under the sun, not unless he is by my side. It’s like a brand ironed on me, reminding me of the unspeakable night. It’s our tacit agreement to never talk about that night again. But I know it left a brand on him, too. No matter how heated our sex is, or how nice when we sleep, he always gets up and leaves early in the morning before I can wake up. I don’t expect him to get past it. How could anyone be able to forgive and forget such a thing? “Dahlia,” Aiden comes to the darkroom and knocks on the door, “I got a deer today. If you come out now, I’ll let you have the dark meat.” Ever since
Dahlia’s POV“Why don’t you get fat when you like the prime rib so much?”That’s the first words out of Damon half into a long, painful, quiet dinner. If I wasn't taught to have great manner, I would have thrown my fork at his head! But I was! So I just glared at him, chewing my mouthful as if it was him!Damon lets out a tired chuckle before he puts down his fork and stands up.I stop chewing, staring at him with nervousness.He has been acting really weird ever since he caught me red-handed--Of course now that he was back, Aiden would step aside from our dinner plan.Aiden put the ridiculously expensive wine in my arms before he excused himself. “Guarding the chief on cooking his deer right”. That was the excuse Aiden used, leaving me all alone to come up with some good lines for stealing the scary Alpha’s wine.But Damon seemed more distracted than mad.In fact, he just took the wine over from me and led me to the dining room. No word out of him. Not when we settled on the table.
Damon’s POVA month ago I thought giving Dahlia false hope would be the worst outcome, but now when I actually found something, I’d rather go back to the unknown, to where she comes to me all day long urging about the search for her father.I wanted to tell her straightforwardly, but fear took the better of me. At the dinner table, when I looked into Dahlia’s anticipating, innocent eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to break the news. So I backed off and averted the subject. I guess I deserve the fork. But at least that got Dahlia off me for the day so I can sleep on the news I just got.For the first time in my life, I retreated. I escaped from Dahlia and hid in my office, not sure what to do.A knock on the door rises, and instantly I clench the glass in my hand due to nervousness. How ridiculous. People would laugh if they knew that the infamous Alpha they rumor about gets nervous at a knock in his own office.[It’s just Aiden,] Lupus rolls his eyes at me.“Come in,” I raise my voice. I