006.

RAYLA

Something clicked in my mind and without giving it any further thought, I pushed him away. This was wrong! My mind couldn't stop screaming how wrong it was and the fact that Damien doesn't seem to care made everything so much worse.

"We can't..." I blinked away the tears pooling in my eyes, while turning my back on him.

The intensity of his gaze brought out something I could never be brave enough to admit to myself, talk more of anyone. The fact still remains that, no matter what this things between us was, we were wrong, we didn't make sense and we needed to put a stop to it.

His hands came to rest on my shoulder, slowly turning me around to face him. "We already established that we can't but we will anyway." He pointed out, lowering his head to kiss me.

I jerked away. "Damien please! Think about our parents, the pack..." I paused sensing that my words were getting through to him so, I decided to try another approach.

"I know you don't care about your reputation because this wouldn't affect you as much as it would affect me! My mother already looks at me like I'm trying to destroy her happiness, the pack hate me for being an Omega and never fully accepts me."

"Don't you care about that? About me? About what this could mean for me?" That seemed to work because by the time I was done, his mask slips away for a second and I was able to see his emotion, only for a brief moment and then it was gone! Like it never existed in the first place.

I wished I could shut my emotions off like that because I'm going to need it to survive the rest of my training school years.

"I'm not going to reject you Rayla." Our eyes met and held. "I will never reject you." He made sure that his last sentence sunk in before he departed, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

A soft but hesitant knock on the door jerked me away from my thoughts, I knew it wasn't Damien because he doesn't have the decency to knock before usually making his way into my room.

"You can come in, Jenna." I told her in a voice that's barely above a whisper. She peered through the door first before coming inside.

"Why is everyone shouting?" For the first time, I noticed her eyes were watery and there were traces of dry tears on her face. I immediately wrapped my arms around her.

"Please don't cry, you know how troublesome Damien can be right? He's done something to make them mad. But don't worry, he's currently apologizing so everything will be back to normal." I should probably feel bad for lying to her and blaming the whole thing on Damien.

But then everything was his fault! He tricked Brandon into rejecting me but how? That was the big question on my mind after he admitted it to me. Brandon wouldn't reject me just like that, especially when he didn't despite all the backlash we got from being together.

Did Damien threaten him? I froze, abruptly letting go of Jenna. And speaking of the devil, without a single knock, he return to my bedroom.

I glance nervously at Jenna. "Baby, why don't you get one of the servants for me?" I urge her towards the door, afraid of what Damien would do in her presence.

"Okay Rayla." She stopped once she met him where he stood. "Don't make everyone sad again." And then she was gone.

"Have you come to your senses?" I demanded, folding my arms across my chest.

"I know a witch..." He started.

"I don't see how that relate to our situation but carry on."

He rolled his eyes and without saying anything further, he half dragged me out of my room with me. I badly wanted to shrink into my own skin as each servant or guard we walked past had the same disgust expression on their faces.

If Damien noticed, there was no reaction that indicates he cared. We arrived at the stables and I watched him put a saddle on one of the horses before putting me on it and then climbing in after me.

"This is madness!" I cried as he jerked the horse into motion. "Whatever you are doing is madness Damien and it needs to stop!"

He ignored me, racing into the thick forest. We rode for what seemed like forever but in reality, it was only for an hour or so. We arrived at a clearing and in the middle of it, lays a hunt.

"What is this place?" I shivered as he set me down from the horse. I grabbed his arm before he could walk away. "Damien please, talk to me."

"I'm doing this to protect you." Now, that scared me more than anything.

I took several steps away from him. "What are you planing to do?" Oh goddess! Did he just kidnap me? And now he was going to force me to stay here? Lock me up like a prisoner because I was bent on rejecting him?

Tears rolled down my face. "Damien please, you don't have to do this."

He gave me a bored expression and started walking towards the hunt, when he noticed I was coming with him. He stopped and turn around but I was already fleeing for my life.

I had no idea where I was going but my goal was to get away from him. I sensed him chasing after me, which caused me to run faster, adrenaline coursed through my veins until something— or someone in this case knocked me to the ground.

I fell helplessly on the ground with his weight pinning me down, the more I struggled to free myself, the tighter his grip get until I finally stopped fighting.

He gently brushed my scattered hair away from my face, staring at me as if he didn't just chase me down like an animal. "That was fun." He hummed.

"We should do it against sometimes." He further added and through the layers of our cloths, I could feel his hard on against my stomach.

"Get off me!" I shouted, regaining my struggles.

"Not until you tell me why the hell you ran like that! This place is crawling with rogues and wild animals, you cannot just take off like that. You scared me!" As if to prove his point, he buried his nose in my neck, inhaling my scent.

I was ashamed of the arousal that shot through my body at the gesture. What the hell is wrong with me! I screamed inside my own head.

"I'd rather be eaten by wild animals than let myself be locked up as a prisoner! Damien you've gone too far."

"Prisoner?" He chuckled, resting his upper body on his elbow so, only his lower body was still pining me to the ground. "I was simply taking you to a witch."

"And why would you do that?" I asked curiously, wishing my mind would stop swinging back and forth from his lips to his lower region, where I can still feel him.

"To mask our mating scent for the meantime, it's the only way I can protect you for now." Catching me off guard, he wiggled a bit causing me to let out a breathy moan before I could stop myself.

And that got his attention, a mischievous gilt shone in his eyes.

Oh. My. Goddess! I cried inwardly wishing the ground would open up and swallow me! But the minute he lowered his head, my protest died down in my throat.

TBC